3 Olym-pickles

CHAPTER 3 OLYM-PICKLES On the way home, all the kids are talking about the field day. Freddy says it's just like the Olympics. That's right, I think— we'll all limp home. "I'm a good jumper," brags Derek. "I'm a good bumper," blurts Freddy. "I'm fast," declares Randy. "I'm last," I sigh. OOPS!

For the rest of the way home, Eric and I discuss the situation. There's not going to be even one video game—bummer! So we're going to have to get into shape. But what shape should we get into? Square, round, triangular? Eric says, "Muscles... we need muscles... FAST!"

"What about clams?" I ask. "Do we need clams, too?" He rolls his eyes and says, "We have to get fit, Hubie." "To fit what?" I ask. Eric says that he's going to get fit, and I should shape up. It's all too confusing. I just stare out the window and count red convertibles. THERE'S ONE.