8 Good-bye, Polliwog

Good-bye Polliwog

再见蝌蚪

The next day, when Sophie and Webster came over, Stink was sitting on his bed, wearing his swim goggles. "What's he doing?" asked Webster. "I don't know," said Judy. "He hasn't moved his head for like an hour. And he wants me to call him Frog Eyes." "Frogs don't move their heads," said Stink. "Just their eyes." "Why are you wearing goggles inside the house?" Sophie asked. "No swimming today," said Webster. "It's Sunday." "It's my third eyelid," said Stink. "Frogs have an extra eyelid so they can see underwater." Judy snorted. "He still thinks he's turning into a frog. No lie." Webster shined a flashlight in Stink's eyes. "He is blinking a lot. Frogs blink a lot, too." Sophie touched his arm. "His skin does feel a little cool. And slippery."

第二天，索菲和韦伯斯特来的时候，臭臭正坐在床上，戴着游泳镜。 “他在干什么？”韦伯斯特问。 “我不知道，”朱迪说。 “他已经有一个小时没动过头了。 他想让我叫他青蛙眼。” “青蛙不动它们的头，”臭臭说。 “只有他们的眼睛。”“你为什么在屋里戴着护目镜？”苏菲问。 “今天不游泳，”韦伯斯特说。 “今天是星期天。”“这是我的第三眼睑，”臭臭说。 “青蛙有一个额外的眼睑，所以它们可以在水下看到东西。” 朱迪哼了一声。“他仍然认为自己正在变成一只青蛙。 没有说谎。”韦伯斯特用手电筒照着臭臭的眼睛。 “他经常眨眼。青蛙也经常眨眼。” 索菲摸了摸他的胳膊。“他的皮肤确实感觉有点凉。 和滑。”

"But who ever heard of a frog that doesn't swim?" said Judy. "You won't even put your head underwater, Stink. Face it. Once a Polliwog, always a Polliwog." "For your information," said Stink. "A polliwog is a tadpole. And a tadpole turns into a frog." Judy shrugged. "And I'm blinking because that's what frogs do," said Stink. "Frogs use their eyeballs to swallow bugs. No lie. They don't have teeth, so their eyes push back in their head to force the food down." Webster looked at Sophie. Sophie looked at Webster. "But you don't eat with your eyeballs," said Webster. "And you definitely don't eat bugs," said Sophie. Stink got up. He air-swam over to his desk. He fished inside his desk drawer till he found something. Something better than an Almost Joy candy bar. Better than a box of Milk Dudes. Better than a jawbreaker! A lollipop. Not just any old lollipop. A real-live dead-bug lollipop! A bright orange, sugar-free lollipop with a for-real cricket inside.

“但是谁听说过不会游泳的青蛙呢？”朱迪说。 “臭小子，你连脑袋都不肯下水。 面对它。一次当摇头丸，一辈子当摇头丸。” “告诉你。”臭臭说。 polliwog是蝌蚪。蝌蚪变成了青蛙。” 茱蒂耸耸肩。“我眨眼睛是因为青蛙就是这么做的。”臭臭说。 “青蛙用它们的眼球吞下虫子。 没有谎言。它们没有牙齿，所以它们的眼睛会在头部向后推，把食物压下去。” 韦伯斯特看着索菲。索菲看着韦伯斯特。 韦伯斯特说：“但你不能用眼睛吃饭。” “你肯定不吃虫子。”苏菲说。 臭臭站了起来。他游到他的书桌前。 他在书桌抽屉里翻找，直到找到了什么东西。 比“几乎快乐”糖果棒更好的东西。 比一盒牛奶棒好多了。 比让人瞠目结舌要好！一个棒棒糖。 不是普通的棒棒糖。 一个真实的死虫棒棒糖！亮橙色的无糖棒棒糖，里面有一只真正的蟋蟀。

Blink. Blink-blink. "You're not really going to lick that, are you?" asked Webster. Blink-blink-blink. "Please tell me you're not going to eat a cricket," Sophie said. "Where'd you get that thing?" Judy asked. "Had it. Since last Halloween. I just never wanted to eat it before." Stink took off the wrapper and stuck out his tongue. L-i-i-i-i-ck! Stink slurped his sucker. He licked that lollipop with his long tongue. He got sticky stuff on his nose, and he licked that, too. When he got to the cricket inside, he took a bite. Munch-munch! He took another bite. CRUNCH! He swallowed. Blinkblinkblinkblink-blink. GULP! Stink smiled, showing off a tiny cricket leg stuck in his teeth!

眨了眨眼。Blink-blink。“你不会真的要舔吧？”韦伯斯特问。 Blink-blink-blink。“请告诉我你不会吃蟋蟀吧。”苏菲说。 “你从哪儿弄来的？”朱迪问。 ”它。从去年万圣节开始。 我只是从来没想过要吃它。” 臭臭脱下包装纸，伸出舌头。 L-i-i-i-i-ck !臭小子吸吮着他的吸盘。 他用长长的舌头舔着那根棒棒糖。 他鼻子上沾了黏糊糊的东西，他也舔了舔。 当他走到里面的蟋蟀时，他咬了一口。 Munch-munch !他又咬了一口。 危机!他吞下。Blinkblinkblinkblink-blink。 杯!臭臭笑了，炫耀着咬在他牙齿上的一条蟋蟀腿！

"Ick!" squealed Judy, making a face. "Bluck!" said Sophie, sticking out her tongue. "Grosssss!" squealed Webster, holding his tummy. From behind his goggles, Stink's eyes bugged out of his head. He looked a little green. He clutched his stomach. "Are you going to be sick?" Judy asked. "I'm going to be sick!" said Webster. "He looks like he's going to croak," said Sophie. Stink burped. He pushed back his goggles. "Crickets taste like... popcorn!" He grinned ear to ear, smiling wider than a Pacman frog. On Monday, Stink had frogs on the brain all through Social Studies and Math and Art. He had

“恶心！”朱迪尖叫着，做了个鬼脸。 “倒霉！”索菲伸出舌头说。 “恶心！”韦伯斯特捂着肚子尖叫起来。 从他的护目镜后面，臭臭的眼睛从他的头上伸出来。 他脸色有点发青。他抓着肚子。 “你会生病吗？”朱迪问。 “我要生病了！”韦伯斯特说。 “他看起来要不行了。”苏菲说。 臭打嗝。他把护目镜往后推。 “蟋蟀尝起来像……爆米花!”他咧着嘴笑，笑得比吃豆人的青蛙还宽。 星期一，臭臭在社会学、数学和美术课上一直想着青蛙。 他有