Chapter 6

Chapter six I poked my head out of my sleeping bag and whispered to Frankie. "Are you awake? Did you hear that?" "Yes, I did." "Do you think it's an animal?" "It's just a little wind in the trees," Frankie said. "Well, it doesn't sound like a little wind to me," I whispered back. "Go to sleep, Zip," Frankie said. "Your ears don't work when you're asleep." Frankie rolled over and pulled his sleeping bag up around his neck. I rolled over the other way and pulled my sleeping bag over my ears.

第六章我从睡袋里探出头来，低声对弗兰基说。 “你醒了吗？”你听到了吗？”“是的，我看到了。” “你认为它是动物吗？”弗兰基说：“那只是树林里的一点风声。” “嗯，我听起来不像一阵风。”我低声回答。 “睡吧，次波，”弗兰基说。 “你睡着的时候耳朵就不工作了。” 弗兰基翻了个身，把睡袋套在脖子上。 我翻了个身，把睡袋盖在耳朵上。

But that didn't block out the sound, which was growing louder by the minute. I could hear the wind blowing so hard, the branches on the trees were starting to creak. In the darkness, I heard Emily's voice. "Hank, it's really windy out there," she said. "Do you think one of those trees could fall down on us?" "Relax, Emily," I said. "It's just a little wind." I tried to sound like a calm older brother, but even to me, my voice sounded like a scared little kid. "I'll check to make sure our tent is tied down tight," my mom said, crawling out of her sleeping bag. "There could be a little storm coming. Nothing to worry about." As she unzipped the tent flap and stepped outside, a giant blast of wind came whistling into our tent. It blew so hard, it almost lifted Cheerio's ears off his head. But good old Cheerio slept

但这并没有阻挡住声音，随着时间的推移，声音越来越大。 我能听到风吹得如此猛烈，树上的树枝开始吱吱作响。 在黑暗中，我听到了艾米丽的声音。 “汉克，外面风真大，”她说。 “你觉得那些树会倒在我们身上吗？”“放轻松，艾米丽，”我说。 “只是一点风而已。” 我努力让自己的声音听起来像一个冷静的哥哥，但即使对我来说，我的声音听起来也像一个害怕的小孩。 “我去检查一下我们的帐篷是否系紧了，”妈妈说着，从睡袋里爬了出来。 “可能会有一场小风暴。 没什么好担心的。”当她拉开帐篷的拉链，走到外面时，一股巨大的风呼啸着吹进了我们的帐篷。 风吹得太猛了，几乎把麦圈的耳朵从头上掀了下来。 但是老麦圈睡着了

right through it. I think his bad pickle experience had worn him out. Through our flapping tent door, I could see my mom outside testing the cords that held our tent to the wooden platform. When she came back in, her hair looked like she hadn't combed it for a month. It looked like a lion's mane, but not in a good way. "Whoa," she said, trying to smooth down her hair with her hands. "It's really blowing hard out there. And I felt a few raindrops." "Is our tent waterproof?" Emily asked. "Sure it is," my mom said. "Besides, even if we get wet, a little rain never hurt anyone. We're not going to melt."

穿过它。我想他那糟糕的泡菜经历使他精疲力竭了。 透过我们飘动的帐篷门，我看到我妈妈在外面测试把我们的帐篷固定在木平台上的绳子。 当她回来的时候，她的头发看起来像一个月没梳理过了。 它看起来像狮子的鬃毛，但不太好看。 “哇，”她说，试着用手抚平头发。 “外面的风真的很大。 我感觉到了几滴雨点。” “我们的帐篷防水吗？”艾米丽问。 “当然是，”我妈妈说。 “再说，即使我们淋湿了，小雨也不会伤害任何人。 我们不会融化的。”

Without anyone saying anything, we all pulled our sleeping bags into a tighter circle. We listened to the raindrops pitter-patter on the top of our tent. It wasn't so bad, until the pitter-patter turned into ka-boom, ka-boom. I don't know how big those raindrops were—but they sounded like they were the size of soccer balls. And the wind was going crazy. It was like a train going through a tunnel. "Hey, kids," my mom said, sounding extremely fake cheerful. "This is even more of an adventure than we thought we'd have. Hank, I'll bet this rain is giving you all sorts of ideas for your poem."

没人说话，我们都把睡袋拉成一个更紧的圈。 我们听着雨点啪嗒啪嗒打在帐篷顶上。 本来没那么糟，直到噼里啪啦的声音变成了咔-嘣，咔-嘣。 我不知道那些雨滴有多大，但听起来就像足球那么大。 风刮得很疯狂。 就像一列火车穿过隧道。 “嘿，孩子们，”我妈妈说，听起来非常假装高兴。 “这比我们想象的更像是一次冒险。 汉克，我敢打赌这场雨给你的诗带来了各种各样的灵感。”

"Yeah," Frankie said. "What rhymes with 'storm'?" "'Warm,'" I said with a shiver. "Which I'm definitely not." "I'm scared," Emily said. "Mommy, can I get in your sleeping bag?" "Of course you can," she said, sliding over to make room for Emily. "Can Cheerio come, too?" Emily asked. "I'll put him in my sleeping bag," I said. I picked up Cheerio and tucked him in right next to me. That was a mistake, because as soon as he got in my sleeping bag, he farted. I don't want to say it smelled bad, but let's just say it was like lying inside a jar of old pickles. I unzipped my sleeping bag a little to let in some fresh air. All of a sudden, a big gust of wind hit our tent so hard that the sides actually started to flutter. The sound of the tent flapping got really loud. It sounded like the tent was going to take off like a small plane. "Mrs. Z.!" Frankie shouted over the howling wind. "This doesn't seem like a little storm to

“是的，”弗兰基说。“什么和‘风暴’押韵？”“温暖，”我打了个寒颤说。 “我绝对不是。” “我很害怕，”艾米丽说。“妈妈，我能钻进你的睡袋吗？”“当然可以，”她说着，滑到一边，给爱米丽腾地方。 “麦圈也能来吗？”艾米丽问。 “我要把他放在我的睡袋里，”我说。 我抱起麦圈，把他放在我旁边。 那是个错误，因为他一进我的睡袋，就放了个屁。 我不想说闻起来很难闻，但只能说就像躺在一罐旧泡菜里一样。 我把睡袋的拉链拉开一点，让新鲜空气进来。 突然，一股大风猛烈地袭击了我们的帐篷，帐篷的两边都开始摇晃起来。 帐篷拍打的声音变得很响。 听起来帐篷要像一架小飞机一样起飞了。 “z太太!”弗兰基在呼啸的狂风中喊道。 “这看起来不像是一场小风暴

me. I'm kind of scared." I've known Frankie Townsend since preschool, and I've never heard him say he was scared. That was enough to scare me—even more than I already was. "Don't worry, kids. I'm sure this storm will blow over quickly. And besides, our tent is very secure." As soon as my mom said those words, a burst of wind attacked our tent and almost lifted it right off the wooden platform. Correct that. It DID lift it right off the wooden platform, like a helium balloon. Cheerio woke up and started to bark at the sky. I would have joined him if I thought it would do any good. Instead, the four of us sat there getting totally soaked and watched our tent tumble away toward the lake. "What do we do now?" I heard Emily scream. That was the best question I had ever heard her ask.

我。我有点害怕。”我从幼儿园就认识弗兰基·汤森了，我从没听他说过他害怕。 这足以让我害怕，甚至比我已经害怕的还要多。 “别担心，孩子们。我相信这场暴风雨很快就会过去的。 再说，我们的帐篷很安全。” 妈妈刚说完这些话，一阵风就袭击了我们的帐篷，几乎把它从木平台上掀了下来。 正确的。它确实把它从木平台上抬了起来，就像一个氦气球。 麦圈醒了，开始对着天空狂吠。 如果我觉得有好处的话，我早就加入他了。 相反，我们四个人坐在那里，全身湿透，看着我们的帐篷向湖边滚去。 “我们现在怎么办？”我听到艾米丽尖叫。 这是我听她问过的最好的问题。