Chapter 4

Chapter four, When Cheerio was feeling better, we piled back into the car. My father warned us that we were not stopping anymore until we got to the campsite. My mom was holding a map and looking for the right exit. "Oh, there it is," she said, pointing to a faded wooden sign on the side of the highway. "It says 'Harmony Acres, next right.'" "Good work, Mom," I said. "I'd be more comfortable if it were a big sign with blinking lights that said 'this way to the city,'" my dad said. "Now, Stan." My mom was using her extra- calm voice, the one she uses when I've

当麦里奥感觉好些了，我们又挤进了车里。 父亲警告我们，在到达露营地之前不要再停下来。 我妈妈拿着地图在找正确的出口。 “哦，在那里，”她指着高速公路边一个褪色的木制标志说。 “上面写着‘和谐庄园，右转。“干得好，妈妈，”我说。 “如果是一个闪烁着灯光的大招牌，上面写着‘往城里走’，我会觉得更舒服，”爸爸说。 “现在,斯坦。”我妈妈用她那特别冷静的声音，就是她在我

forgotten my lunch for the third day in a row. "We're in nature. They don't want to clutter up the view with flashy signs." "What view?" my dad said. "All I see is trees and sky." "That's the point, Dad," Emily said. "We're out here exploring nature." "Yeah," I said. "It's just us and the bears." "Bears? What bears?" my dad asked. We were heading down the highway ramp past the Harmony Acres sign. The car came to a sudden stop. "Don't worry, Mr. Z.," Frankie piped up. "I read that if we keep our food tied up in a tree, the bears won't come into camp." "Oh, look," my dad said, pointing to a few buildings out the window. "How sweet," my mom said. "It's a cute little general store." "I'm not looking at the store," my dad said. "I'm looking at what's connected to it. The Half Moon Motel. We could pull right in. Set up our

我已经连续第三天忘记带午饭了。 “我们在大自然中。他们不想用浮华的招牌把视野弄得一团糟。” “什么景色？”爸爸说。“我只看到树木和天空。” “这就是问题所在，爸爸，”艾米丽说。 “我们在这里探索大自然。” “是的，”我说。“只有我们和熊。” “熊?什么熊？”爸爸问。 我们沿着高速公路的坡道行驶，经过了和谐亩地的标志。 汽车突然停了下来。 “别担心，Z先生，”弗兰基尖声说。 “我读到过，如果我们把食物绑在树上，熊就不会进营地了。” “哦，看，”爸爸指着窗外的几栋建筑说。 “真甜蜜，”我妈妈说。“这是一家可爱的小杂货店。” “我没在看商店，”爸爸说。 “我正在寻找与之相关的东西。 半月旅馆。我们可以把车开进来。 建立我们的

tent in the middle of the room. I bet it's got cable TV and no bears." "But, Dad," I said, "I'm not supposed to write a poem about the inside of a motel room. My poem is about what it's like to be outside." "Come on, Stan," my mom said. "Nothing bad is going to happen to us. We're going to make a family memory." For the twentieth time that morning, my dad sighed. I couldn't believe he had that much air in him. He turned right onto a dirt road. It seemed like we were on that road forever. We passed some farms with real live cows munching on grass.

帐篷在屋子中间。 我打赌那里有有线电视，而且没有熊。” “但是，爸爸，”我说，“我不应该写一首关于汽车旅馆房间内部的诗。 我的诗是关于户外的感觉。” “来吧，斯坦，”我妈妈说。 “我们不会发生什么不好的事情。 我们要创造一个家庭记忆。” 那天早上，父亲第二十次叹了口气。 我简直不敢相信他有那么大的气场。 他向右拐上了一条土路。 我们好像永远都在那条路上。 我们经过一些农场，那里有真正的牛在吃草。

"Okay, everybody," my dad called out. "Roll up the windows, unless you enjoy the smell of cow poop, which I don't." For the first time that morning, I totally agreed with him. The cow-poop smell was hanging around the inside of my nose like stinky cheese. After we passed the farms, we headed up a hill with trees on both sides of the road. Some of the trees had white bark, and others looked like Christmas trees. "Maybe I'll write a poem about a tree," I said. I opened my mouth and this flew out: "I see you, you big round tree. I see you're much, much taller than me.

“好了，各位。”爸爸喊道。 “把车窗摇起来，除非你喜欢牛屎的味道，但我不喜欢。” 那天早上，我第一次完全同意他的观点。 牛粪的味道像臭奶酪一样在我的鼻子里萦绕。 经过农场后，我们向一座山走去，路的两边都是树。 有些树有白色的树皮，有些树看起来像圣诞树。 “也许我会写一首关于树的诗，”我说。 我张开嘴，这句话飞了出来：“我看见你了，你这棵又大又圆的树。 我看你比我高很多很多。

"Hey, I did it!" I shouted. "It rhymes and everything. Did I just do my homework?" "You sure did, Hank," my dad said. "This was certainly a great idea coming out here to nature. Now let's go home." "If Hank wrote that here in the car," Emily said, "imagine what he can come up with when we're actually sleeping under the stars." "I can't wait to see what our campsite looks like," Frankie said. "I hope there's a fire pit so we can make s'mores." "I've read all the brochures," my mom said. "It sounds like it has everything we're going to need." "Except a heater, a bed, a refrigerator, and a TV," my dad muttered. We drove the rest of the way without talking, just looking out the window. The road got smaller, the trees got taller, and the clouds got darker. "You don't think it's going to rain, do you?" my dad said. "Because I don't do well in mud."

“嘿，我做到了！”我叫道。 “它很押韵。 我刚刚做作业了吗？”“当然了，汉克，”爸爸说。 “来到这里亲近大自然当然是个好主意。 现在我们回家吧。”“如果汉克是在车里写的，”艾米丽说，“想象一下，当我们真的在星空下睡觉时，他会想出什么来。” “我迫不及待地想看看我们的营地是什么样子，”弗兰基说。 “我希望有个火坑，这样我们就可以做s'mores了。” “我读了所有的宣传册，”妈妈说。 “听起来它拥有我们需要的一切。” “除了加热器、床、冰箱和电视。”爸爸喃喃地说。 剩下的路我们没有说话，只是望着窗外。 路越来越小，树越来越高，云越来越黑。 “你不认为会下雨，是吗？”爸爸说。 “因为我在泥里不擅长。”

"I checked the weather forecast before we left," my mom said. "There was no mention of rain." We passed a red-and-white sign that i couldn't read, but Frankie could. "Fire danger," he said, pointing to it. My mom put her finger to her lips and made the shhh sound. Then she pointed to my dad. "Oh," Frankie whispered to her. We drove around a big bend in the road, and at last, there it was. Harmony Acres. Let me just say, it was not exactly what we were expecting. There was a cabin at the

“出发前我看了天气预报，”妈妈说。 “没有提到要下雨。” 我们经过一个红白相间的标志，我看不懂，但弗兰基看得懂。 “有火灾危险，”他指着它说。 我妈妈把她的手指放在嘴唇上，发出嘘的声音。 然后她指着我爸爸。 “哦，”弗兰基低声对她说。 我们在路上拐了一个大弯，终于到了。 和谐英亩。这么说吧，这和我们预期的不太一样。 那里有个小屋