7. Mess Rehearsal

Chapter 7 Mess Rehearsal "First, I want all you bees to put on your antennae," said Ms. Diz. Real bees use their head bobbles to smell and feel things. But ours were just made of pipe cleaners and Styrofoam balls. With glitter on them. They were attached to a plastic headband thingie. Shaped like a great big upside-down U.

“首先，我想让你们所有的蜜蜂都戴上触角。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛真正的蜜蜂用它们头上的泡泡来闻和感觉东西。 但我们的只是用管道清洁器和聚苯乙烯泡沫球做的。 闪闪发光。它们被绑在一个塑料发带上。 形状像一个巨大的倒U形。

Last year the third graders used the bobbles for a play about butterflies. So the headbands were a little stretched out by their gigantic third-grade heads. When we were ready, Ms. Diz went to the music cupboard. She handed each drummer two red tapping sticks. We use the sticks for Music Time. They are our instruments. Only really I would rather have a drum set. Or a tuba. "I know how much fun the sticks are, children," said Ms. Diz. "But as you may recall, some of you got a little carried away yesterday." I think maybe she was looking at me.

去年，三年级学生用这些球表演了一个关于蝴蝶的戏剧。 所以他们的发带被他们巨大的三年级学生的脑袋拉得有点长。 当我们准备好了，迪兹老师走到音乐柜前。 她递给每个鼓手两根红色的敲击棒。 我们用摇杆来玩音乐时间。 它们是我们的工具。只是我更想要一套鼓。 或者大号。“孩子们，我知道这些棍子有多好玩。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“但你们可能还记得，你们中的一些人昨天有点忘乎所以了。” 我想她可能在看我。

But I wasn't the only one who got in stick trouble. Gus was the one who started the pretend sword fight. I was Not Guilty. Mostly. "Our rhythm section sits in the chairs," said Ms. Diz. "Nice and still." That was me. And Gus. And Dewan and Maria and Coco. "All the other bees in the back row," said Ms. Diz. "Standing up nice and tall." We got into our places. Bees and bee drummers. Bobbles and sticks.

但我不是唯一一个被棍子惹上麻烦的人。 是格斯先假装剑斗的。 我是无罪的。主要是。“我们的节奏组坐在椅子上。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“很好，很安静。”那是我。 和格斯。还有迪万，玛丽亚和可可。 “后排所有其他的蜜蜂，”她说。 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“站得又高又好。” 我们各就各位。蜜蜂和蜜蜂鼓手。 泡泡和棍子。

We were ready for action. "Okay, let's sing nice and clear," said Ms. Diz. "And no poking with the sticks." "How about swords?" Dewan asked. "No swords," said Ms. Diz. "How about death rays?" Gus asked. "No death rays," said Ms. Diz. "When I count to three, start singing!" Here is how our bee song goes: Buzzy bees, fuzzy bees, Look at us fly! Bees are the best bugs! You want to know why?

我们做好了行动的准备。“好吧，让我们唱得又好听又清晰。” 。那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛“不要用棍子戳。” “剑呢?”政府高级官员问道。 “没有剑，”迪斯说。 “那死亡射线呢?”格斯问道。 “没有死亡射线，”迪斯说。 “当我数到三，就开始唱!”我们的蜜蜂之歌是这样唱的:嗡嗡的蜜蜂，毛茸茸的蜜蜂，看我们在飞!蜜蜂是最好的昆虫!你想知道为什么吗?

We make our own honey and soar in the sky. Can you do what we do? We dare you to try! "Great job!" said Ms. Diz when we were done. "Roscoe, you sound especially wonderful. But we need to hear the other kids too." "He's blowing out my eardrums, Ms. Diz," Coco complained. "My head bobbles keep falling off!" Wyatt said. Ms. Diz took a deep breath. "I know the antennae don't fit very well, children. Just do the best you can. Let's try the song one more time. This time, let me hear those sticks pounding out the rhythm!"

我们自己酿蜜，在天空翱翔。 你能做我们做的吗?我们谅你也不敢试试!“干得好!” 当我们结束的时候。“罗斯科，你的声音听起来特别美妙。 但我们也需要听听其他孩子的声音。” “他在吹我的耳膜，”她说。 迪兹，”可可抱怨道。“我的泡泡头老是掉下来!”怀亚特说。 迪兹深吸了一口气。 “我知道天线装得不太合适，孩子们。 只要尽你所能做到最好。我们再试一遍这首歌。 这一次，让我听到那些棍子敲出的节奏!”

We sang again. I was not so loud this time. But if you ask me, they were missing out. "Better," said Ms. Diz when we were done. "My bobbles keep falling in my eyes!" Hassan said. "Oh, dear," said Ms. Diz. "Maybe we should just forget about the antennae." "But we have to have bobbles!" Coco cried. "Otherwise how will our parents know we're bees?"

我们又唱了起来。这次我没有那么大声。 但要我说，他们错过了。 “好多了，”吃完后，迪兹女士说。 “我的泡泡球老是掉进我的眼睛里!”哈桑说。 “哦，天哪，”迪斯女士说。“也许我们应该忘掉天线。” “但是我们必须要有泡泡!”可可哭了。 “否则我们的父母怎么知道我们是蜜蜂呢?”