3. The Boss

3/The Boss On Saturday, I got out of bed very thrilled. Then I runned to the garage. And I grabbed my daddy's fishing net. And I zoomed right into the kitchen. Mother was eating cereal. "Mother! Mother! Guess why I have this fishing net! Guess, Mother! Guess! Guess!" I couldn't wait for her to guess. "'CAUSE TODAY'S THE DAY I'M CATCHING THAT CRAZY OLD RACCOON!" I shouted. Mother closed her eyes. "No, Junie B. No. We already talked about this, remember? We discussed the raccoon at dinner last night."

I smiled very happy. "I already know that! I already know we discussed the raccoon!" Mother looked confused. "But Daddy and I said no, Junie B.," she said. "We said you could not catch a raccoon. Raccoons have sharp claws and teeth, remember?" "Yes! Of course I remember! That's how come I got this net, Mother! See how long the handle is? Now I will be safe from him!" Mother spelled the word no. "N-o… no," she said. I stamped my foot. "Y-e-s… yes," I said back. "I have to, Mother. I have to catch a raccoon for Pet Day. Grandma Miller even said I could. And she is the boss of you." Just then, a miracle happened.

And it is called my Grandma Helen Miller walked right in my back door! Mother looked up. "Oh look. It's the boss of me," she said kind of grouchy. I runned at my grandma very happy. "Grandma Miller! Grandma Miller! I am so glad to see you! 'Cause Mother said I can't catch a raccoon! And so now you have to make her!" I stood back to give her room. "Okay. Go," I said. Then I waited and waited. But Grandma didn't do anything. "Okay! Go!" I said louder. Only just then, I saw something that made me even happier! And it's called my grandma was wearing her fishing hat!

My eyes popped out at that thing. "Grandma! Hey, Grandma! You're wearing your fishing hat! And so that must mean you're going to the lake today!" I quick ran to the front door. "Is Grampa Miller going to the lake with you? Is he out there in the truck?" I looked outside. "HEY! HE IS, GRANDMA! HE IS OUT THERE IN THE TRUCK!" I opened the door. "GRAMPA MILLER! HEY, GRAMPA FRANK MILLER! GOOD NEWS! I CAN COME TO THE LAKE WITH YOU, I BELIEVE! 'CAUSE THERE'S LOTS OF RACCOONS TO CATCH UP THERE! EVEN MORE THAN AT YOUR HOUSE, PROBABLY!"

I zoomed back to the kitchen. "Here, Grandma! Hold my raccoon net! I will put on my clothes and be back in a jiffy." Jiffy is the nickname for speedy quick. Grandma Miller grabbed me by my p.j.'s.

"No, honey. Wait," she said. "I'm afraid you can't come with us today. We're meeting some friends, and we're already late. We just stopped by to borrow your daddy's ice chest." Just then, I felt very crumbling inside. "Yeah, only I have to come, Grandma. I have to," I said. "Or else how will I catch a raccoon today?" Grandma Miller bended down next to me. "Yes, well, you see…that's another thing, sweetie," she said. "About the raccoon… I was just kidding when I said that, Junie B. I never dreamed you would take me seriously." Just then, my nose started to sniffle. "Yeah, well, you dreamed wrong, Helen," I said. Grandma Miller hugged me real tight. "Oh, come on now. Don't cry," she said.