6 A REAL PICKLE

CHAPTER 6 A REAL PICKLE The next day, Stermont Elementary was even colder. "Good morning, Salamander," said Nikki. She and Rip were bundled up near the classroom door. "Hey," said Alexander. The onion smell had faded, but he snapped his goggles into place. Just in case. "Ugh," said Rip, rubbing his tummy. "I overdid it yesterday with the ice cream. Next time I'll stop at eleven scoops."

第二天，斯特蒙特小学更冷了。 “早上好，蝾螈，”妮基说。 她和里普被裹得严严实实地站在教室门口。 “嘿，”亚历山大说。洋葱的味道已经褪去，但他还是把护目镜戴好。 以防万一。“呃，”瑞普揉着肚子说。 “我昨天吃冰淇淋吃多了。 下次我只吃11勺。”

"Hopefully today's lunch will be back to normal," said Alexander. Mr. Plunkett bounced into the room. "Take your seats," he said. "Today's lesson: forks! If you're going to be good waiters tomorrow, you need to know your silverware!" "Sheesh," Alexander whispered to Nikki. "I'm not looking forward to serving the grown-ups at the Chili Supper." Mr. Plunkett tacked a chart to the wall. "Now, which fork is best for spearing a pickle?" he asked. Alexander stared up at the chart. I feel like a pickle, sitting in this crispy, cold, metal room, he thought. That's it! The whole school has been turned into one big... refrigerator!

亚历山大说：“希望今天的午餐能恢复正常。” 普伦基特先生蹦蹦跳跳地走进房间。 “请坐，”他说。 “今天的课：叉子！如果你明天想成为一个好服务员，你需要了解你的银器！”“嘘，”亚历山大低声对妮基说。 “我可不想在辣椒晚餐上为大人服务。” 普伦基特先生把一张图表钉在墙上。 “现在，用哪把叉子刺泡菜最好？”他问。 亚历山大抬头盯着海图。 坐在这个又脆又冷的金属房间里，我觉得自己像个腌黄瓜，他想。 这是它!整个学校变成了一个大的… 冰箱!