5 Ch5-France Talk and Frog's Legs

Chapter 5 France Talk and Frogs' Legs The next day there was a sign in front of the school: "Welcome, Ms. LaGrange!" Mr. Klutz was standing at the front door next to a lady I never saw before. Her hair stuck out from under a big chef's hat, and she was wearing an apron with the words "Make Lunch, Not War" on it. "Ms. LaGrange, this is A.J.," Mr. Klutz

said when I reached the top of the steps. "Maybe you can get him to eat some vegetables."

"Bonjour, Mr. A.J.," said Ms. LaGrange. "You talk funny," I said. "Ms. LaGrange comes from France," Mr. Klutz told me. "Bonjour means 'hello' in French." "Well, bonjour to you, too," I said. When we got to class, everybody was talking about Ms. LaGrange, the new lunch lady. "Miss Daisy where is France?" asked Andrea. "I have no idea," said Miss Daisy, who never knows anything. I wonder how she ever got a job as a teacher. Miss Daisy pulled down a big map of the world. We looked all over the map

until we found France. It was on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. "Did Ms. LaGrange swim to school?" asked Emily. What a dumbhead! "She probably took an airplane," said Miss Daisy. "If she took an airplane, she should give it back," I said. Nobody laughed at my joke even though it was funny. We were supposed to work on our "Welcome, Ella Mentry" banner, but Miss Daisy let us use the computers to go on the Internet and learn more about France. We learned all kinds of things. Did you know that France gave us the Statue of

Liberty? I guess they didn't want it. When my mom has stuff that she doesn't want, she gives it away. Or sometimes she just throws it in the garbage. Ryan found out that in France they eat snails and frogs' legs. I thought I was gonna throw up. "What do they do with the rest of the frog?" Michael asked. "Ms. LaGrange will probably serve it for lunch," Ryan said. I said I like French food, like French fries and French toast. "You silly dumbhead," Andrea said.

"French fries aren't French." "Are too!" "Are not." We went back and forth like that for a while until Miss Daisy asked if anyone knew anything else about France. "I know a poem about France," I said. "Oh, will you share it with us, A.J.?" So I said my poem: "I see London, I see France I see Emily's underpants." Emily got up and ran out of the room crying. What is her problem? It was just a poem. After we learned everything about