08 Sour Balls

Sour Balls On GMD #4, aka Friday, the finger-knitting chain followed Judy out the door and down the sidewalk and all the way to the bus stop! "Look," said Stink. "You grew a tail!" Judy turned to look. Sure enough, a tail of yarn snaked down the sidewalk behind her. "Uh-oh. The end of my chain must have gotten caught on my backpack!" said Judy. "I gotta go back." "Hurry up or you'll miss the bus," said Stink. Judy ran back to the house, gathering up the yarn chain as she went. She tossed the whole thing inside the front door just as Mom and Dad

在GMD #4，也就是星期五，手指编织链跟着朱迪出了门，沿着人行道一直走到公共汽车站！“看，”臭臭说。 “你长了一条尾巴！”朱迪转过头去看。 果然，一条纱线的尾巴在她身后的人行道上蜿蜒而下。 “哦。我的链条的末端一定是被我的背包钩住了！”朱迪说。 “我得回去了。”“快点，不然你就赶不上公共汽车了。”臭臭说。 朱迪跑回房子，一边走一边收拾起毛线链。 她把所有的东西都扔进了前门，就像爸爸妈妈一样

were leaving. The chain looped over Dad's shoe and around his ankle. Dad shook his foot free. "Judy. Mom and I want to talk to you about this knitting..." "Late! Miss bus! Later! Bye!" Judy called back. By the time Judy got back to the bus stop, her hair had escaped the bobby pins. She made two quick ponytails and asked, "Where's Rocky?" "You know he always gets a ride when it rains," said Stink. "But it's not raining." "It's gonna. I like when it rains. Rain means frogs." "Can this day get any worse?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Mom and Dad were having a knit fit. That's

是离开。铁链绕在爸爸的鞋子上，绕在他的脚踝上。 爸爸摇了摇他的脚。“朱迪。 妈妈和我想跟你谈谈织毛衣的事……” “迟了!错过公交车!后来!再见!”朱迪回话了。 当朱迪回到公共汽车站时，她的头发已经从发夹上脱落了。 她迅速扎了两个马尾辫，问道：“洛奇在哪里？”“你知道他总是在下雨的时候搭顺风车。”臭臭说。 “但是没有下雨。”“它会。 我喜欢下雨。雨意味着青蛙。” “今天还能更糟吗？”她问。 “你是什么意思？”“妈妈和爸爸在一起织毛衣。 这是

all." "You're going to have to stop all that knitting stuff, aren't you?" Stink said. "Never!" "Yah-huh. I heard Mom and Dad talking." "Don't pick a scab before it's time, Stink." "Huh?" "Never mind. Just tell me what they said." "They said you're going to have to stop all that knitting stuff. They said it's taking over the whole house." "No lie?" "No lie." "I can't stop now. I still have three more days to— I mean, if I stop now, I'll only have enough finger knitting to yarn bomb a

所有。”“你得停止织毛衣了，是吗？”臭说。 “从来没有!”“Yah-huh。我听到爸爸妈妈在说话。” “别趁时机还没到，臭小子。” “嗯?”“没关系。告诉我他们说了什么。” “他们说你必须停止编织那些东西。 他们说它占据了整个房子。” “不说谎吗?”“不说谎。”“我现在停不下来。 我还有三天的时间，我是说，如果我现在停止，我的手指织的东西就只够把一个

birdhouse." Judy could feel a snit fit coming on. A no-knit snit fit! She felt like stomping. But she could not stomp. She could not roar. She could not growl. Or even meow.

禽舍。”朱迪感到一阵痉挛。 一个没有针织的小合身！她想跺脚。 但是她不会跺脚。她不能吼叫。 她不能咆哮。或者喵喵叫。

It was only Friday. She had to keep up her good-mood streak for three more days. That meant getting through one whole day of school without a String-Cheese Incident or an Interrupting Chicken episode. Without even thinking that Jessica Finch was a fink-face. Otherwise, she'd be shivering in bunny boots and seeing sundogs from her own personal iceberg in the back of the room. Frostbite city! But she'd made it this far, and Judy was determined, now more than ever, not to go anywhere near Antarctica. Not even close. Not even New Zealand. She wiped the sour-ball look off her face. She put on a big fat fake smile. She tried to sound smart and know-it-all, like Jessica Finch. "When life gives you lemons,

那只是星期五。她必须再保持三天的好心情。 这意味着在学校里一整天都不会发生串奶酪事件或鸡的插曲。 根本没想过杰西卡·芬奇是个长着芬克脸的人。 否则，她会穿着兔靴瑟瑟发抖，看着房间后面她自己的冰山上的太阳狗。 冻伤城市!但她已经走了这么远，朱迪下定决心，现在比以往任何时候都更坚定，不去靠近南极洲的任何地方。 差远了。甚至连新西兰都没有。 她抹去脸上酸溜溜的表情。 她装出一个大大的假笑。 她试图让自己听起来聪明又无所不知，就像杰西卡·芬奇那样。 “当生活给你柠檬时，

Stink, make lemonade." That's what grown-ups were always saying. "Wha?" "It's a saying. When life gives you sour balls, make SweetTARTS." "Huh?" "When bad stuff happens, try to think of something good instead. Always look for the sweetness in the Sour Ball of Life." "You sound like a birthday card," said Stink. "Mom and Dad might make me stop finger knitting, right? That puts me in a bad mood. But they said I could paint my room this weekend. And that's a good thing." Just then, a dark cloud passed overhead. Judy heard a rumble of thunder. All of a sudden, the sky opened up and it started to pour.

臭臭，做柠檬水。”大人们总是这么说。 “世界卫生大会?”这是一种说法。当生活给你酸球时，就做甜球。” “嗯?”“当不好的事情发生时，试着去想一些好的事情。 总是在生活的酸涩中寻找甜蜜。” “你的声音听起来像一张生日贺卡。”臭臭说。 “爸爸妈妈可能会让我停止织手指，对吧？” 这让我心情不好。 但是他们说这周末我可以粉刷我的房间。 这是一件好事。”就在这时，头顶上掠过一片乌云。 朱迪听到隆隆的雷声。 突然，天空豁然开朗，下起了倾盆大雨。