10. Plum

Chapter 10 Plum When I woke up the next morning, there was a wet Wheaties flake on my nose. Max was standing by my bed. Holding a bowl of cereal. He tossed another Wheaties flake at me. I sat up and ate it. "Dad told me to wake you up," Max said. I yawned. "I couldn't sleep last night." "How come?" Max asked.

第二天早上我醒来时，鼻子上有一片湿的麦芽糖。 马克斯站在我的床边。 拿着一碗麦片。他又朝我扔了一片麦芽糖。 我坐起来把它吃了。“爸爸叫我叫醒你，”马克斯说。 我打了个哈欠。“我昨晚睡不着。” “怎么?”马克斯问道。

I pointed to my closet. "I think maybe there's a ghost in there," I said. "Cool," Max said. He slurped down more cereal. "Max," I said, "did you ever do anything bad so that something good would happen?" "Sure," Max said. "But the bad part always catches up with you. And then Dad and Mom make you sweep out the garage as punishment." I pulled the covers over my head. Sometimes big brothers really are right about stuff. Max yanked all the covers off me. Sometimes big brothers are right. But mostly they're just really annoying. At recess I didn't feel like playing.

我指着我的衣柜。“我想里面可能有鬼，”我说。 “酷，”马克斯说。他又吃了些麦片。 “麦克斯，”我说，“你有没有为了让好事发生而做过坏事?”“当然，”马克斯说。 “但坏的一面总是追上你。 然后爸爸妈妈让你打扫车库作为惩罚。” 我把被子盖在头上。 有时候大哥真的是对的。 麦克斯把我所有的被子都扯掉了。 有时候大哥是对的。 但大多数情况下，他们真的很烦人。 课间休息时我不想玩。

Even though Gus found a dead toad with its guts gooing out. Which usually I wouldn't want to miss, of course. I sat on a swing. But I didn't actually swing. Down on the other end of the swing set, Wyatt was also not swinging. Ms. Diz came over. She was wearing a pink-and-green scarf. "Look at you two," she said. "You both seem awfully glum." "Plum?" I repeated. "Glum," Ms. Diz said. "Sad."

尽管格斯发现了一只内脏都被掏出来的死蛤蟆。 当然，通常我都不想错过。 我坐在秋千上。但实际上我并没有挥杆。 在秋千的另一端，怀亚特也没有在荡秋千。 迪兹女士走了过来。她戴着一条粉绿相间的围巾。 “看看你们两个，”她说。 “你们俩看起来都闷闷不乐。” “李子?”我又说了一遍。“忧郁”。 说那个开荒者看起来蛮不错嘛。“悲伤”。

"I miss Bobo," Wyatt said. "When I got home yesterday, he was missing from my backpack. Just like Hamilton!" "I miss Hamilton," I said back. I gave him a look that said pig-napper. "My goodness," said Ms. Diz. "We're having quite an epidemic of disappearing animals!" She looked at me. Then she looked at Wyatt. Then she looked at both of us and shook her head. Wyatt just sat there. He didn't even have the heart to say a mean bully thing. He looked like I felt. Which was awfully plum.

“我想念波波，”怀亚特说。 “昨天我回家的时候，他从我的背包里不见了。 就像汉密尔顿一样!”“我想念汉密尔顿，”我回答。 我看了他一眼，说他是睡猪圈的。 “我的天哪，”迪斯说。 “我们正在经历一场动物灭绝的流行病!”她看着我。 然后她看着怀亚特。然后她看着我们俩，摇了摇头。 怀亚特只是坐在那里。他甚至不忍心说一句卑鄙的话。 他看起来和我感觉的一样。这真是太好了。

The next morning was party day. But I was not feeling at all party-ful. I still did not have Hamilton back. And I still did have Bobo. "Roscoe?" Mom said as I headed out the door. "Are you sure you don't want to bring Geraldo to school today?" "Nope," I said. "Armadillos are not really party animals, Mom." As we walked toward the bus stop, I heard Max calling my name. "Hey, Roscoe," he yelled. "Heads up!" I turned around. Something blue and floppy was flying through the air. I caught it. It was a blue, dirty, droopy dog.

第二天早上是聚会日。 但我一点也没有参加派对的感觉。 汉密尔顿还没回来。 我还有波波。 “左轮枪?”我出门时妈妈说。 “你确定今天不想带杰拉尔多来上学吗?”“不，”我说。 “犰狳不是派对动物，妈妈。” 当我们走向公交车站时，我听到马克斯叫我的名字。 “嘿，罗斯科，”他喊道。“小心!”我转过身来。 有个软软的蓝色东西在空中飞来飞去。 我抓住了。那是一只又蓝又脏又下垂的狗。

"Who's this?" I asked. "He looks kind of familiar." Max ran up to join me. "That's my dog. Blueberry." He unzipped my backpack. "Quick, put him in here before the bus comes." I squinted my eyes. "Wait a minute. You said you don't have a stuffed animal." Max shrugged and said, "Roscoe, Roscoe, Roscoe. When are you going to learn? You should only believe your big brother half the time." "Thanks, Max." I tried to give him a hug. He yanked away. "Bus, Roscoe," Max said. "Where's your pride, kid?" I opened my zipper. "So he can breathe," I explained.

“这是谁?”我问。“他看起来有点眼熟。” 马克斯跑过来和我一起。“那是我的狗。 蓝莓”。他拉开了我背包的拉链。 “快，在公共汽车来之前把他放在这里。” 我眯起眼睛。“等一下。 你说你没有毛绒玩具。” 麦克斯耸耸肩说:“罗斯科，罗斯科，罗斯科。 你打算什么时候学? 你应该只相信你哥哥一半的时间。” “谢谢,马克斯。”我想给他一个拥抱。 他猛地走开了。“巴士，罗斯科，”马克斯说。 “你的自尊心呢，孩子?”我拉开了拉链。 “这样他就能呼吸了。”我解释道。