7. Fun with Me and Sheldon

7 Fun with Me and Sheldon At recess, Mr. Scary got the kickball team started on their practice. Then he came over to Sheldon and me. And he helped us with our halftime show. First, he gave me a woodblock from the music teacher's room. Plus also, he gave me a drumstick. "If you hit this woodblock while you march, you and Sheldon will be able to stay in step," he explained. I smiled very thrilled. 'Cause hitting stuff is right up my alley.

I whacked that thing with my drumstick. Then Sheldon crashed his cymbals together. And ha! That was beautiful music! After that, Mr. Scary told us to form a line behind him. And then all three of us marched around and around the playground. And guess what? My woodblock kept us in step very perfect! After a while, we marched over to a microphone. It was on a stand in the grass. "This is where you're going to sing, Sheldon," Mr. Scary said. "When you sing into this microphone, the whole audience will be able to hear you."

Mr. Scary smiled. "We won't turn it on yet. But you can still practice your song, okay?" "Okay!" said Sheldon real thrilled. Then he stood up straight and tall. And he walked over to the microphone. And he started to sing "Hark! Harold the Angel Sings." He played the cymbals while he sang. It was very lovely, sort of. But Mr. Scary's face did not look delighted. He held up his hand. "Uh… could you hold it a second there, Sheldon?" he called. "Could you stop singing for a minute, please?" Sheldon stopped. Mr. Scary walked over to the microphone. "Okay. Well… that's a very nice Christmas carol, Sheldon," he said. "And you

were singing it beautifully. But the trouble is… it really isn't Christmas, is it? So I'm wondering if maybe you know a different song." Sheldon thought for a minute. "How about 'I Have a Little Dreidel'?" he asked. "I know that one." Mr. Scary ran his fingers through his tired hair. "Yes, well, that's sort of the same problem, isn't it?" he said. "It's not really Hanukkah, either." Mr. Scary bent down next to him. "Do you know any songs besides holiday songs?" he asked. "Or is there some other talent you have, Sheldon? Like can you whistle, maybe? Or do a magic trick?" Sheldon thought some more. "I can blow milk bubbles out of my nose,"

he said. "But that mostly only happens when I'm choking." Mr. Scary started rubbing the sides of his head. He was getting another headache in there, I think. Then, all of a sudden, Sheldon's whole face lighted up. "Hey! Wait! I just thought of another song I could sing!" he said. "'Happy Birthday,' Mr. Scary! I know all the words to 'Happy Birthday'! And that isn't even a holiday song!" Our teacher stood there a second. Then he nodded his head. And he said "Happy Birthday" would be just dandy. Sheldon started his performance all over again. He sang the song and played the cymbals very good.

After he got done, he did a somersault. I do not know why. Then hurray! Hurray! It was finally time for me! I quick put down my woodblock. Then I reached into my pocket. And I took out my pretend lemons. And I started to pretend I was juggling. Juggling for pretend is way easier than juggling for real. I skipped and twirled and danced. Mr. Scary and Sheldon clapped and clapped. I did a bow. Then I picked up my woodblock again. And I hit it with my stick. And me and Sheldon marched off the field. We jumped all around and did a high five. Then Sheldon picked me up and tried to