8 The Golden Clothespin Award

The Golden Clothespin Award

金衣夹奖

In the middle of the park stood a big red-and- white-striped circus tent with a banner that said: "Dad and I will wander around and meet you kids back here later," said Mom. Stink opened the flaps and stepped through the tent door. Phew! A great wall of smell almost knocked him over. It was like standing smack-dab in the middle of a cloud— a giant, invisible, cumulonimbus stink cloud. Worse than thirty dead

公园中央立着一个红白相间的大马戏团帐篷，帐篷上挂着一条横幅，上面写着：“爸爸和我会四处逛逛，过会儿再来这里接你们。”妈妈说。 臭臭打开门帘，跨进帐篷门。 唷!一股巨大的气味几乎把他撞倒了。 就像正好站在一片云中间——一片巨大的、看不见的、恶臭的积雨云。 比死三十人还惨

elephants. Worse than sixty corpse flowers. Worse than ninety-nine bottles of toilet water. Lined up on tables all around the tent were dozens of putrid sneakers. Each pair had a number, so nobody would know who owned which sneakers. Stink took his smelly shoes out of the bag and set them on the table.

大象。比六十朵尸花还惨。 比99瓶花露水还糟糕。 帐篷周围的桌子上排列着几十双腐烂的球鞋。 每双球鞋都有一个数字，所以没人知道谁拥有哪双球鞋。 臭臭从袋子里拿出臭鞋子放在桌子上。

"You'll be number twenty-seven," said a lady behind the table. "Stink!" said Judy. "You can't enter your own shoes in the contest."

“你是27号，”桌子后面的一位女士说。 “臭！”朱迪说。“你不能用自己的鞋子参加比赛。”

"Why not?" Stink asked. "Don't you get it? You're a judge now. Judges can't win the contest. That's like voting for yourself for president." "So?" "Stink, would you think it was fair if I were a judge, and I picked my own sneakers to win?" "Not really," said Stink. "See? Picking your own sneakers makes you a cheater head." "A cheese head?" asked Stink. "No, a big fat Cheater Head," Judy said. Just then, Mrs. D. motioned for Stink to come over to the important table up front, where the judges sat. Red and blue ribbons were set out on a fancy tablecloth, alongside the shiny Golden Clothespin trophy. "What's with the fancy clothespin?" whispered Judy. "That's the award," said Stink, pinching his nose shut, like with a clothespin, and making a

“为什么不?”臭问道。“你还不明白吗？” 你现在是法官了。裁判不可能赢得比赛。 这就像给自己选总统一样。” “所以?”“臭，如果我是裁判，让我自己选球鞋赢，你觉得公平吗？”“不完全是，”臭臭说。 “看到了吗?自己挑球鞋会让你变成一个骗子。” “奶酪头？”臭臭问。 “不，是一个又大又胖的骗子脑袋，”朱迪说。 就在这时，d太太示意臭臭到前面那张重要的桌子跟前，那里坐着评委们。 华丽的桌布上铺着红蓝丝带，旁边是闪闪发光的金衣夹奖杯。 “那个漂亮的衣夹是怎么回事？”朱迪小声说。 “这就是奖励，”臭臭说着，像用衣夹一样捏住鼻子，做了一个

P.U. face. "Here's your new judge," Mrs. D. told the other two judges. "Meet James Moody. Believe it or not, he goes by the name Stink." The other two judges laughed. "Well, your name alone qualifies you to be a judge," said the woman from Odor-Munchers. "Thanks, Stink. You really saved the day." "Glad to meet you. I'm Mr. Moore. Call me Steve," said the other judge. "You sure are tall," said Stink, shaking his hand. "Stink," said Mrs. D., "this is the man I wanted you to meet. Mr. Moore— I mean, Steve— is a

部件的脸。“这是你的新法官。” 告诉了另外两位法官。 “这是詹姆斯·穆迪。信不信由你，他的名字叫臭臭。” 另外两位法官笑了。 “好吧，光凭你的名字，你就有资格做法官了。”气味咀嚼店的女人说。 “谢谢,臭味。你真的挽救了局面。” “很高兴见到你。我是摩尔先生。 叫我史蒂夫吧，”另一个法官说。 “你可真高啊。”臭臭握着他的手说。 “臭臭，”D太太说，“这就是我要你见的人。 摩尔先生，我是说史蒂夫，是个