8 The Indoor Olympics

8 The Indoor Olympics We were supposed to have archery out in the field, but it rained. We were supposed to go rock climbing, but it rained. We were supposed to play pickleball, but it rained.

8室内奥运会我们本来要在室外进行射箭比赛，但是下雨了。 我们本来要去攀岩的，但是下雨了。 我们本来要去打匹克球，但是下雨了。

It rained all the time! On Tuesday and Wednesday, there were no outdoor activities. Instead, they had us do something called the Indoor Olympics. The Lame Games is more like it. First we had to play a game called Balloon Baseball. You hit a balloon up in the air, and then you have to run around the bases while the other team tries to keep the balloon in the air by blowing on it with straws. That game was lame. Then we played a game called Hot Seat. You sit in a chair, and one kid holds a piece of paper behind your head with a word on it. Everybody gives you clues to help you guess what the word is. That game was lame. Then we played a game called Musical Baby Food. You stand in a circle and pass around a spoon while music plays. When the music stops, whoever is holding the spoon has to eat a spoonful of baby food from a jar. That game was lame too. We played all kinds of lame games. It was like the counselors were desperate to come up with indoor activities so we

一直在下雨！周二和周三没有户外活动。 相反，他们让我们做了一个叫做室内奥林匹克的项目。 更像是“蹩脚游戏”。 首先我们要玩一个叫气球棒球的游戏。 你在空中击中了一个气球，然后你必须绕着垒跑，而另一队则试图用吸管吹气球，让它保持在空中。 那游戏太逊了。然后我们玩了一个叫Hot Seat的游戏。 你坐在椅子上，一个孩子在你脑后拿着一张纸，上面写着一个字。 每个人都给你一些线索来帮助你猜这个词是什么。 那游戏太逊了。然后我们玩了一个叫做音乐婴儿食品的游戏。 你站成一圈，一边听音乐一边传递勺子。 当音乐停止时，拿着勺子的人必须从罐子里吃一勺婴儿食品。 那款游戏也很蹩脚。我们玩各种蹩脚的游戏。 就像辅导员不顾一切地想出室内活动，所以我们

wouldn't notice it was raining all the time. What a snoozefest. I just hoped my parents got my letter and would pick me up soon. "Okay, that was fun!" exclaimed Uncle Ahdoanwanna after the last game in the Indoor Olympics. "Our next game..." Ugh. Not another one. "...is called Guess Who's in the Sleeping Bag?" That's a weird name for a game. But it was also the perfect name for the game because four counselors carried in a big, lumpy sleeping bag and rested it on the floor. "Okay, this game is easy to play," said Uncle Ahdoanwanna. "All you have to do is guess who's in the sleeping bag." I looked at the sleeping bag. It was all zipped up. There was no way to tell who was inside it. "Is it Uncle Ray?" I asked. "No..." said Uncle Ahdoanwanna. "Is it Aunt Kim?" asked Michael. "No..." "Is it Uncle Craig, the swimming counselor?" asked Ryan. "No..."

不会注意到一直在下雨。 真是个懒虫。我只希望我的父母收到我的信并尽快来接我。 在室内奥运会的最后一场比赛结束后，阿多旺纳叔叔大声说道：“好吧，太有趣了！” “我们的下一场比赛……”啊。不是另一个。 “…《猜猜谁在睡袋里？》这游戏的名字真奇怪。 但这也是一个完美的游戏名称，因为四个辅导员把一个大而凹凸不平的睡袋放在地板上。 “好吧，这个游戏很容易玩，”阿多旺纳叔叔说。 “你所要做的就是猜猜谁在睡袋里。” 我看了看睡袋。 拉链都拉上了。没办法知道里面是谁。 “是雷叔叔吗？”我问。 “不……”阿多旺纳叔叔说。 “是金阿姨吗？”迈克尔问。 “不……”“是游泳教练克雷格叔叔吗？”瑞恩问。 “不……”

"Is it Aunt Nancy?" asked Candyman. "No..." "Can you give us a hint?" asked Neil. "You fellas need to think outside the box," said Uncle Ahdoanwanna.* "Is it George Washington?" asked Neil. "George Washington is dead, dumbhead," said Michael. "Hey, there could be a dead guy in there," Neil replied. Good point. Whoever was inside the sleeping bag hadn't moved at all. "I'm... not... dead," said a voice from inside the sleeping bag. We all just about jumped out of our skin. But the voice was familiar. I know I had heard it somewhere before. "We give up," Ryan finally said. "Who's in the sleeping bag?" Uncle Ahdoanwanna unzipped the zipper. And you'll never believe in a million hundred years who was inside the sleeping bag. I'm not going to tell you. Okay, okay, I'll tell you.

“是南希阿姨吗？”糖果侠问。 “不……”尼尔问：“你能给我们一个提示吗？” “你们这些家伙需要跳出思维定势，”阿多旺纳叔叔说。“是乔治·华盛顿吗？”尼尔问。 “乔治·华盛顿死了，笨蛋，”迈克尔说。 “嘿，里面可能有个死人，”尼尔回答。 好点。睡袋里的人根本没动过。 “我……不是……死了。”一个声音从睡袋里传来。 我们都吓得魂不附体。 但那声音很熟悉。 我知道我以前在什么地方听过。 “我们放弃了，”瑞恩最后说。 “谁在睡袋里？”阿多安叔叔想把拉链拉开。 你永远也不会相信谁在睡袋里。 我不会告诉你的。 好吧，好吧，我告诉你。

It was our old principal from Ella Mentry School, Mr. Klutz! He has no hair at all. He must need a lot of sunscreen in the summer so his head doesn't burn. Mr. Klutz was our principal until he retired last year.

是艾拉门特里学校的老校长，克鲁茨先生！他根本没有头发。 夏天他一定需要大量的防晒霜，这样他的头才不会被晒伤。 克鲁茨先生去年退休前一直是我们的校长。

"Mr. Klutz!" I shouted. "What are you doing here?" "I missed you boys!" he said, hugging us all. "Uncle Ahdoanwanna is a good friend of mine. He asked me if I would like to visit the camp, and I said sure. I used to go to camp here. Believe it or not, I was a boy once." "Just once?" I asked. "I'm a boy all the time." Guess Who's in the Sleeping Bag was a fun game, but we were all bored out of our minds. During dinner in the mess hall, we were trying to think of something to do. "Y'know what we should do?" Candyman suggested. "We should put a goat in Uncle Ahdoanwanna's cabin. That would be funny." "Where are we going to get a goat?" asked Ryan. "From Rent-A-Goat," I told him. "You can rent anything. Hey, y'know what we should do? We should sneak over to the girls' camp in the middle of the night and scare them." "No, we should do a panty raid," suggested Neil. "What's that?" Michael asked.

“笨蛋先生!”我叫道。“你在这儿干什么？”“我想念你们！”他说着，拥抱了我们所有人。 “Ahdoanwanna叔叔是我的好朋友。 他问我是否愿意参观营地，我说当然愿意。 我以前常在这里露营。 信不信由你，我曾经是个男孩。” “只有一次?”我问。“我一直是个男孩。” 猜猜谁在睡袋里是一个有趣的游戏，但我们都无聊透了。 在食堂吃饭的时候，我们一直在想要做点什么。 “你知道我们该怎么办吗？”甜心宝贝。 “我们应该在阿多万万叔叔的小屋里放一只山羊。 那会很有趣。”“我们到哪里去找山羊？”瑞恩问。 “从山羊租来的，”我告诉他。 “你可以租任何东西。嘿，你知道我们该怎么做吗？ 我们应该半夜溜到女孩们的营地去吓唬她们。” “不，我们应该进行内裤搜查，”尼尔建议道。 “那是什么?”迈克尔问道。