朱尼·琼斯系列 · 12 Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
8/A Surprise in the Freezer! I cried on my bed for a real long time. "Pet Day is ruined! It's ruined! It's ruined! It's ruined!" Grampa Miller looked all over the house for pictures of Tickle. He taped some on cardboard. And brought them to my room. "Look," he said. "This doesn't look too bad, does it?" I raised my sagging head off the pillow. Then I looked at the pictures. And I patted him real gentle. "You did your best, old man," I said very soft.
Grampa Miller rolled his eyes up at the ceiling. I looked up there, too. But I didn't see anything. After that, I got out of bed. And I dressed myself for school. And I walked to the
kitchen very slumping. Grampa Miller made me a turkey sandwich. "What do you want to drink?" he asked. I did a sad sigh. "Orange juice, please," I said. Grampa Miller opened the refrigerator. "Hmm… orange juice, orange juice… I don't see any orange juice," he said. I went over and helped him look. We couldn't find the orange juice anywhere. Not even in the freezer. Just then, my grampa moved the frozen vegetables. And guess what? My heart almost stopped breathing! 'Cause I couldn't believe my eyeballs, that's why!
"GRAMPA MILLER! GRAMPA MILLER! DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? DO YOU, HUH? DO YOU? DO YOU?" Grampa Miller looked closer. "Well, I don't see any orange juice. That's for sure," he said. I danced all around the room. "NO, GRAMPA! NOT ORANGE JUICE! A PET! I SEE A PET FOR PET DAY! SEE IT, GRAMPA? SEE IT IN THERE?" Then I clapped my hands real joyful! And I skipped to the freezer! And I grabbed it right off the shelf!
