7 Fair-weather Friends

CHAPTER 7 FAIR-WEATHER FRIENDS The whole school yard is alive with activity. Each class is putting up a booth. There's a ring toss, a baseball pitch, a basketball throw, a Frisbee fling, a tiddlywinks flip, and a lob the blob. There's even a turtle race. Why didn't I think of that?

There's a wheel of fortune, a fortune-teller, and a telescope. You can see the future for a dollar, or the full moon for fifty cents, or a quarter moon for a quarter. SPIN YEAH! DO YOU SEE THE MOON? COOL. ARF. ARF. WHAT DO YOU SEE? YOU WILL BE TALLER SOMEDAY.

There's going to be a pie-eating contest. Freddy will probably win that. There's also a jelly bean contest. If you guess the number of jelly beans in a big jar, you can win a pair of Rollerblades. YUMMY! SLOW DOWN. FIVE THOUSAND AND TEN. TWO MILLION. THREE HUNDRED AND FIFTY.

"Every booth has a name," says Mrs. Green. "So what's the name of ours?" "What about Dip the Drip?" replies Penny. The rest of the class keeps on yelling out names. "Spill the Pill," giggles Doris. "Wet the Pet," grins Randy. "Drown the Clown," laughs Derrick. "Hey, that's me you're talking about!" I shout. YOU'RE ALL WEIRD.

THAT WAS CLOSE! GOOD THROW! TRY AGAIN.

"What about Dunk the Skunk!" laughs Freddy. "Hey!" I say. "Dunk the Punk!" they all shout out together. "I have it," I say, putting on my water wings and flexing my arms. "What about Dunk the Hunk!" WHAT SMELLS? HOW ABOUT, FLIP THE DRIP?