4 The Mess Hall

4 The Mess Hall After my humiliation at the lake, we changed into our clothes and walked to the dining hall, which everybody calls the mess hall. When I walked in, the first thing I saw was a giant moose head sticking out over the door. That was weird.

我在湖边受到羞辱之后，我们换好衣服，走向食堂，大家都叫它食堂。 当我走进去的时候，我首先看到的是一个巨大的驼鹿头伸出门来。 这很奇怪。

"What's with the moose head?" I asked Candyman. "Anybody who gets a care package in the mail has to kiss the moose," he told me. "Why?" "It's a camp tradition," he explained as he picked some spoons out of the silverware tray and put them in the pocket of his trench coat. "Why are you stealing spoons?" I asked. "I can't take it anymore," he whispered. "So I'm gonna tunnel out of this joint. Shhhh! Don't tell anybody." "You're going to dig a tunnel with spoons?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "In the middle of the night. You wanna help?" "Uh, maybe some other time," I replied. That guy is weird. It was really noisy in the dining hall. After I found a seat at the Owl table, Uncle Ahdoanwanna came in. He clapped his hands and shouted, "I would like to make an announcement!" "ANNOUNCEMENTS! ANNOUNCEMENTS! ANNOUNCEMENTS!" everybody chanted.

“驼鹿头是怎么回事？”我问糖果人。 “任何收到包裹的人都必须亲亲麋鹿，”他告诉我。 “为什么?”“这是营地的传统，”他一边解释，一边从银器托盘里拿出几把勺子，放进风衣的口袋里。 “你为什么要偷勺子？”我问。 “我再也受不了了，”他低声说。 “所以我要从这个地方钻出去。 嘘!不要告诉任何人。” “你要用勺子挖隧道？”我问。 “是的，”他回答。“在半夜。 你想帮忙吗？”“呃，也许改天吧，”我回答。 那家伙很奇怪。餐厅里真是太吵了。 我在猫头鹰桌找了个座位后，阿多旺纳叔叔走了进来。 他拍着手喊道：“我要宣布一件事！”“公告!公告!通告！”大家齐声喊道。

"This afternoon," announced Uncle Ahdoanwanna, "we will have softball, basketball, and pickleball. And tonight will be a campfire in the woods." "YAY!" everybody shouted. "Ahdoanwanna! Youdoanwanna! Wedoanwanna! Theydoanwanna!" "Okay, let's eat!" shouted Uncle Ahdoanwanna. The Owl table went up to the window to get our food. There was a lady behind the counter wearing a yellow hat, yellow shirt, yellow pants, and yellow gloves. "I'm Aunt Kim," she told us. "Are you boys hungry for lunch?" "I'm starving!" I replied. "Do you have hamburgers?" "No," she said. "Hot dogs?" I asked. "Sorry, no." "Uh, chicken strips?" "Sorry." "How about a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" I asked. She would have to have that.

“今天下午，”阿多旺纳叔叔宣布，“我们要打垒球、篮球和匹克球。 今晚将在树林里燃起篝火。” “耶！”每个人都喊道。“Ahdoanwanna !Youdoanwanna !Wedoanwanna !Theydoanwanna !”“好了，我们吃饭吧！”阿多旺旺叔叔喊道。 猫头鹰桌的人走到窗口去拿我们的食物。 柜台后面有一位女士，她戴着一顶黄色的帽子，穿着黄色的衬衫和裤子，戴着黄色的手套。 “我是金阿姨，”她告诉我们。 “你们饿了吗？”“我饿死了!”我回答说。 “你们有汉堡包吗？”“不，”她说。 “热狗吗?”我问。“对不起,没有。” “呃，鸡肉条？”“对不起。” “花生酱和果冻三明治怎么样？”我问。 她必须拥有这个。

"Today is Yellow Day at Camp Ahdoanwanna," she said. "All the food is yellow." Huh? That was weird. It must be another one of those camp traditions. I guess you can explain anything that makes no sense by calling it a tradition. "Do you like mac and cheese?" Aunt Kim asked me. "No," I said. "I can't stand mac and cheese." "No problem," she replied. "We have lots of other choices. Do you like corn on the cob?" "Not really," I replied. "We also have hard-boiled egg yolks, pineapples, lemons, and yellow oatmeal." Yellow oatmeal? "I'll have the mac and cheese," I told her. "Good choice!" she said, putting a big glop of the stuff on a plate. "Want more? It's all you can eat."

她说：“今天是阿多旺纳营的黄色日。 “所有的食物都是黄色的。”嗯? 这很奇怪。这一定是营地的另一个传统。 我猜你可以用传统来解释任何不合理的事情。 “你喜欢芝士通心粉吗？”金阿姨问我。 “不，”我说。“我受不了芝士通心粉。” “没问题，”她回答。 “我们有很多其他选择。 你喜欢玉米棒子吗？”“不完全是，”我回答。 “我们还有煮熟的蛋黄、菠萝、柠檬和黄色燕麦片。” 黄色的燕麦片?“我要芝士通心粉，”我告诉她。 “不错的选择！”她说着，把一大堆东西放在盘子里。 “想要更多吗?你只能吃这么多。”

"I don't want to eat any of it," I said. "How about a tall glass of yellow bug juice?" she asked. Oh, man. They have so many bugs here that they put them in the juice. "Can I have juice without bugs in it?" I asked. "Sorry," she replied, "it's impossible to remove the bugs. I can give you extra bugs if

“我一点也不想吃，”我说。 “来一大杯黄虫汁怎么样？”她问。 哦,男人。这里有很多虫子，他们把它们放进果汁里。 “我能喝没有虫子的果汁吗？”我问。 “对不起，”她回答说，“这些虫子是不可能清除的。 我可以给你额外的虫子，如果

you'd like." "I'll just have water," I told her. "Lake water?" "No!" I brought my tray to the Owl table. Ryan was eating yellow oatmeal, which looked totally gross. But then, Ryan will eat anything. He had an empty glass in front of him. While he ate, he started putting stuff in the glass—ketchup. Mustard. Mayonnaise. Salt. Pepper. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "I'm inventing a new drink," Ryan replied as he mixed it up with a spoon. Ugh. Now I know why they call it the mess hall. We all agreed that Ryan's drink looked gross. "That's probably what they said about Mr. Pepsi when he invented Pepsi," Ryan said.* "What's the big deal? These are all ingredients you eat anyway." That made sense, I guess. I do like ketchup and mustard and all that other stuff. But still, his drink looked totally disgusting. "Hey, A.J.," said Michael. "I'll give you a quarter if you drink that." "I'm not drinking that," I told him.

你想。”“我只喝水，”我告诉她。 “湖水?”“不!”我把托盘端到猫头鹰桌。 瑞安在吃黄色燕麦片，看起来很恶心。 但是Ryan什么都吃。 他面前有一个空杯子。 他一边吃，一边往玻璃番茄酱里放东西。 芥末。蛋黄酱。盐。 胡椒。“你在干什么？”我问他。 “我在发明一种新饮料，”瑞安一边用勺子搅拌着，一边回答道。 啊。现在我知道他们为什么叫它食堂了。 我们都认为莱恩的酒看起来很恶心。 “百事先生发明百事可乐的时候，人们可能就是这么说他的，”瑞安说。“有什么大不了的？” 这些都是你吃的食材。” 我想这是有道理的。我喜欢番茄酱、芥末酱和其他的东西。 但是，他的饮料看起来还是很恶心。 “嘿，a.j.，”迈克尔说。 “如果你喝了这个，我就给你25美分。” “我不喝那个，”我告诉他。