5 This Must Be D-Day

CHAPTER 5 THIS MUST BE D-DAY The alarm goes off at 5:30 in the morning! I hate getting up early. The chickens aren't even up yet! And I shuffle into the bathroom.

My eyes are hardly open. I squeeze out some toothpaste and brush my teeth. Boy, it sure tastes weird. I look at the tube and it says BROWN SHOE POLISH. Yuck!

My shirt feels very small. Then I discover that my head is in the sleeve. My pants feel odd, too. I discover they are on backward. At least I won't mess up with my shoes. Wrong again! I have the left one on my right foot. And the right one's on my knee. This is not going to be a great day.