4 Ch4-Miss Daisy Is Crazy!

Chapter 4 Miss Daisy Is Crazy! In the lunchroom I opened my lunchbox and saw that my mom had packed me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I traded it with Michael Robinson for his potato chips. Everybody was talking about Miss Daisy. "Miss Daisy is crazy," Ryan said.

"She's the weirdest teacher I ever had," said Emily. "She can't read, she can't write, and she can't even do arithmetic. What kind of a teacher is that?" "A bad one," I said.

"Hey, I just thought of something," Michael Robinson was able to say even though his mouth was filled with peanut butter. "Do you think that maybe Miss Daisy isn't really a teacher at all?" "What do you mean?" Ryan asked.

"Maybe she's an impostor," said Andrea. "An impostor? What's that?" I asked. "Somebody who imposts?" "No, silly. An impostor is somebody who pretends to be somebody else," Andrea explained. "She might be a fake teacher." "Maybe Miss Daisy is really a jewel thief or a bank robber," I guessed. "Maybe she snuck into the school and is hiding so the police won't catch her." "I think you're the one who's crazy." Andrea giggled, choking on her milk. But what if Miss Daisy was a bank robber? Or she could be a horse thief or a

cattle rustler or somebody who parks where there is a yellow line on the curb. My head was starting to fill with all kinds of awful things Miss Daisy could be. "Maybe Miss Daisy kidnapped our real teacher and is holding her for ransom!" I suggested. "Wow, you think so?" Emily asked, looking all scared. "What's ransom?" asked Ryan. "My mom tells me I'm handsome," Michael Robinson claimed. "Not handsome! Ransom!" said Andrea. "I don't know what it is, but whenever somebody is kidnapped, they get held for it."

"In cartoons people who get kidnapped are always tied up to railroad tracks," I reminded everybody. "Maybe our real teacher is tied up to some railroad tracks right now!" "We've got to save her!" said Emily, and she went running out of the lunchroom. "Wait a minute," said Michael Robinson. "That doesn't make sense. If Miss Daisy can't even read or do arithmetic, how is