8 COLD SHOULDER

CHAPTER 8 COLD SHOULDER Run!" yelled Alexander. "Which way?!" cried Leo. Alexander shook open his map. "Uh, this creek leads right behind our cabin. Come on!" SPLISH! SPLOSH! The boys raced through the shallow creek. CLINK! "Where is that sound coming from?" shouted Rip. "Are we running away from it, or toward it?" They stopped and looked around. The creek sparkled in the moonlight.

第八章冷肩快跑！”亚历山大喊道。 “哪条路？！”利奥叫道。亚历山大摇晃着打开地图。 “呃，这条小溪就在我们小屋后面。 来吧!”随着声响!金钱!男孩们飞快地穿过浅浅的小溪。 叮当声!“那声音是从哪儿来的？”瑞普喊道。 “我们是在逃避它，还是朝着它跑？”他们停下来环顾四周。 小溪在月光下闪闪发光。

A branch shook. Rip pointed to a cluster of shrubby trees. "Somebody's there," he whispered. A figure in the shadows moved toward them. Its long, skinny arms poked out from the leaves. "The ghost!" said Leo. SPLISH! Leo fainted, landing in the creek. But the figure lurching toward them wasn't a ghost. It was a snowman. A moving snowman. It rolled toward the boys, its head lolling to one side.

一根树枝摇晃着。里普指着一丛灌木。 “有人在那儿。”他低声说。 阴影中有个人影向他们走来。 它又长又细的手臂从树叶中伸出来。 “鬼！”利奥说。随着声响!里奥晕倒了，掉进了小溪里。 但蹒跚向他们走来的那个人并不是鬼。 那是一个雪人。一个移动的雪人。 它向男孩们滚过来，脑袋歪向一边。

Rip and Alexander dragged Leo onto dry land. "How is this possible?!" yelled Rip, taking a step back. "It's five thousand degrees! That snowman should be melting!" "I told you I saw snow!" said Alexander. The snowman came to a stop on the opposite side of the creek. "Maybe it can't cross water," said Rip. He stuck his thumb on his nose and wiggled his fingers at the snowman. "You can't get us, slushbucket!" The snowman glared at them so hard, one of its eyes fell out. Then the monster reached down and scooped a snowball out of its belly. "No way!" said Rip.

里普和亚历山大把里奥拖上了陆地。 “这怎么可能？！”里普喊道，向后退了一步。 “五千度啊！”那个雪人应该融化了！”“我告诉过你我看见雪了！”亚历山大说。 雪人在小溪的对面停了下来。 “也许它不能过河，”瑞普说。 他把拇指放在鼻子上，手指在雪人身上晃来晃去。 “你抓不到我们的，邋遢鬼！”雪人狠狠地瞪着他们，一只眼睛掉了出来。 然后怪物伸出手，从肚子里舀出一个雪球。 “不可能！”

The snowman whipped the snowball at Rip. SPLOP! It smacked him in the face. "Hey!" PLAP! A second snowball hit Rip in the knee. Alexander gasped. "This thing should be a major-league pitcher! Let's— PLOOF! A curveball hit Alexander's shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

雪人朝里普扔雪球。 SPLOP !它打在了他的脸上。 “嘿!”PLAP !第二个雪球击中了里普的膝盖。 亚历山大气喘吁吁地说。“这家伙应该是个大联盟的投手！”——普卢夫吧!一个弧线球击中亚历山大的肩膀，把他击倒在地。

"Salamander!" Rip shouted. "Are you okay?" Alexander sat up. "I think so. But yow! That snowball was extra cold. My shoulder feels all numb." "I know!" yelled Rip. "My knee is blue!" The snowman looked down at its belly and frowned. Its middle ball now looked like an apple core. "It out-scooped itself!" said Alexander. "Ha!" Rip shouted. "Looks like Frosty is low on snow!" Then the snowman raised its stick arms and— FLOOP! —pulled off its head!

“蝾螈!”Rip喊道。 “你还好吗？”亚历山大坐了起来。 “我想是的。但是哎唷!那个雪球特别冷。 我的肩膀都麻木了。” “我知道！”“我的膝盖是蓝色的！”雪人低头看着自己的肚子，皱起了眉头。 它中间的球现在看起来像一个苹果核。 “它把自己挖出来了！”亚历山大说。 “哈!”Rip喊道。“看来Frosty缺雪了！”然后雪人举起了木棍手臂——扑通一声！——把它的头扯下来！