“He won’t come when you call him,” Kathy said again.
“Mac! Keep Mac away from my socks!” shouted Allison.
“Wait,” said Jason. “Now you’ve got my socks, and I’ve got your socks.”
“I can tell the difference between my socks and your socks, Jason,” said Allison.
Mrs. Jewls covered her ears and shook her head. She moved on. “What’s your pet, Dameon?” she asked.
“I already told you he was a turtle,” said Sharie.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Sharie,” said Mrs. Jewls. “I was talking to Dameon.”
“Your nose a ferret,” said Dameon.
“My nose a ferret?” asked Mrs. Jewls.
“My nose a hamster,” said Joe.
Billy bleated.
Mrs. Jewls licked her leg.
“Hey, Paul,” said Leslie. “I like your pigtails.”
“Thanks,” said Paul. “May I touch your pajamas?”
“Go ahead,” said Bebe, who was already petting Leslie’s pajamas. “She won’t scratch you.”
“This is crazy!” shouted Terrence.
“He’s cute,” said Dana.
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Chapter 7
A Bad Word
Early in the morning, a white limousine drove up to Wayside School.
Just like always.
The chauffeur got out of the car, then opened the passenger door.
Just like always.
Mr. Kidswatter stepped out of the car. “Thank you, James,” he said.
“My name is David,” said the chauffeur.
Just like always.
Mr. Kidswatter entered the school building.