I backed away a little. I could just see that monster try to swallow my leg whole as an after-
egg chaser. “N-no!”
He laughed and pointed at the boa slithering across the room. “Aw, too bad. He's going the
other way. He's gonna use the piano instead!”
The piano! What kind of snake was this? How could my sister stand being in the same room
as these dementos? I looked at her, and even
though she was pretending to be cool with the snake, I know Lynetta — she was totally creeped out by it.
The snake wrapped itself around the piano leg about three times, and then Matt-or-Mike put
his hands up and said, “Shhh! Shhh! Everybody
quiet. Here goes!”
The snake stopped moving, then flexed. And as it flexed, we could hear the eggs crunch
inside him. “Oh, gross!” the girls wailed. “Whoa, dude!”
the guys all said. Mike and Matt smiled at each other real big and said, “Dinner is served!”
I tried to act cool about the snake, but the truth is I started having bad dreams about the thing
swallowing eggs. And rats. And cats.
And me.
Then the real-life nightmare began.
One morning about two weeks after the boa show in Skyler's garage, Juli appears on our
doorstep, and what's she got in her hands? A halfcarton
of eggs. She bounces around like it's Christmas, saying, “Hiya, Bryce! Remember Abby and
Bonnie and Clyde and Dexter? Eunice and
Florence?”
I just stared at her. Somehow I remembered Santa's reindeer a little different than that.
“You know … my chickens? The ones I hatched for the science fair last year?”
“Oh, right. How could I forget.”
“They're laying eggs!” She pushed the carton into my hands. “Here, take these! They're for
you and your family.”
“Oh. Uh, thanks,” I said, and closed the door.
翻译的都不错,不知道要给谁分,你们是英语专业的吗