4 Got Ya Covered

CHAPTER 4 GOT YA COVERED I wear my mitt to breakfast. I've named it Grabber. It's a little hard to butter my toast, but I'm not taking it off. We're going to become one. We'll think as one, we'll move as one, we'll be one.

While I'm waiting for the school bus, I hit the pocket. No ball will escape my grasp. Grabber will grab anything that comes near us. Nothing will escape. I hold my schoolbooks in my mitt. YOU HAVE LEGS. YES, I'M SPECIAL.

When I get on the bus, T-Rex says, "Got a new mitt there, Hubie?" "Its name is Wilson," I answer, "but I call it Grabber." "Cool," says T-Rex, closing the door. "Hey, you got a new mitt," exclaims Derek. "Let me try it on." "No way," I say. "My hand will be the only one it will ever know." "Well!" declares Derek. "Fussy, fussy." WANT TO PLAY CATCH. NO. "Tryouts are tomorrow," states

Eric. "My dad says to be there at 10 a.m.... sharp. He says this year we're going to do better." "That won't be hard," snickers Randy, "0-and-12 is not a tough record to beat." "Let's hope that the other team won't show up to a game—so we'll have at least one win," says Penny.

"That's not positive thinking, replies Eric. "It's positively the truth," snorts Doris. Why do girls always stick together? I just sit in the back and pound Grabber's pocket all the way to school. COME ON! TEE TEE HEE