10. Boy-Flavored Applesauce

Chapter 10 Boy-Flavored Applesauce Coco lay on the floor. "My baby's fainted!" Coco's mom cried. Everyone crowded around to see what a fainted person looked like. "Give her air!" Abe cried. Wyatt looked at Coco. Then he looked at me. "Let me see that ball," he repeated.

可可躺在地板上。 “我的孩子晕倒了!”可可的妈妈哭了。 大家都围过来看一个晕倒的人是什么样子。 “让她透透气!”安倍哭了。 怀亚特看着可可。然后他看着我。 “让我看看那个球。”他重复了一遍。

"No way!" I said. "It's my sister's." Wyatt grabbed for the ball. I turned and ran. Nobody paid any attention. On account of Coco was busy fainting. I zipped into the applesauce room to get away from Wyatt. But he was right behind me. A giant, loud machine was smushing apples. Another one was stirring a huge tub of apple stuff. It smelled sweet and cinnamony. "Step away from the applesauce!" a loudspeaker voice yelled. "STEP AWAY FROM THE APPLESAUCE!" I stopped running.

“不可能!”我说。“这是我姐姐的。” 怀亚特抓住球。 我转身就跑。没人注意。 因为可可忙着昏倒。 为了避开怀亚特，我飞快地跑进了苹果酱室。 但他就在我后面。 一台巨大的、声音很大的机器正在碾压苹果。 另一个正在搅拌一大盆苹果。 它闻起来很甜，还有肉桂味。 “离苹果酱远点!”一个扩音器里的声音喊道。 “离苹果酱远点!”我停止了奔跑。

Wyatt tried to stop running too. But he skidded on a slick spot. Applesauce, probably. He slid right into me. Hazel's magic fortune-telling ball went flying. Straight into the giant tub of applesauce. It sank like a little red submarine. "NO!" I screamed. "The magic ball!"

怀亚特也试图停止奔跑。 但他在一个光滑的地方打滑了。 苹果酱,可能。他正好撞到我身上。 黑兹尔的魔法占卜球飞了起来。 直接倒进一大盆苹果酱里。 它像一艘红色的潜水艇一样沉没了。 “不!”我尖叫起来。“魔法球!”

"STEP AWAY FROM THE APPLESAUCE!" the voice said again. I couldn't jump in, could I? Ms. Diz really wanted us to be on our best behavior. I was pretty sure jumping into applesauce didn't count as best behavior. On the other hand, I'd promised Hazel I would return her ball to her safe and sound. Hazel was my little sister. She trusted me. And she loved that ball. There was only one thing I could do. I leaped right into that giant tub. The applesauce came up to my waist. It was slimy. And oozy.

“离苹果酱远点!”那个声音又说。 我不能跳进去，不是吗? 迪兹老师真的希望我们好好表现。 我很确定跳进苹果酱里不算是最好的行为。 另一方面，我答应过黑兹尔，我会把球平安地还给她。 黑兹尔是我的小妹妹。 她信任我。她喜欢那个球。 我能做的只有一件事。 我跳进了那个巨大的浴缸。 苹果酱一直到我的腰。 它是黏糊糊的。和渗出。

And tasty. I reached down with both hands and felt the bottom. But it was a very big tub. And a very little ball. I glared at Wyatt with mad eyes. "You… you… you do NOT have a very winning personality!" I yelled. I grabbed a handful of applesauce and flung it. It landed—splat!—on Wyatt's face. He scooped some off and tasted it. "Not bad," he said. "Bully breath," I muttered. "Goo swimmer," he said.

又可口。我伸出双手，摸了摸底部。 但这是一个非常大的浴缸。 还有一个很小的球。我疯狂地瞪着怀亚特。 “你……你……你的性格可不怎么讨人喜欢!”我喊道。 我抓起一把苹果酱扔了出去。 landed-splat !-在怀亚特脸上。 他舀了一些尝了尝。 “还不错，”他说。“呼吸太糟了。”我喃喃地说。 “游得好，”他说。

"Ball stealer," I said. "You have applesauce in your eyebrows," Wyatt said. "You have applesauce in your nose hole," I said. I smiled just a little. So did he. Just a little. "What's it like in there?" Wyatt asked. "Gooey," I said. "I can't believe you jumped in," Wyatt said in an admiring voice. "Want some help?" he asked. "Sure," I said. Wyatt hopped in.

“偷球者，”我说。“你的眉毛上沾了苹果酱，”怀亚特说。 “你的鼻洞里有苹果酱，”我说。 我微微一笑。他也是。 只会一点点。“那里是什么样子的?”怀亚特问道。 “粘稠，”我说。“我真不敢相信你居然跳了进去，”怀亚特赞赏地说。 “需要帮助吗?”他问。 “当然，”我说。怀亚特跳了进去。