4. We Don’t Bite

Chapter 4 We Don't Bite Bradley's eyes got wide. Was he seeing things? "But why are your sneakers like these little ones?" Bobby asked Ms. Tery. "I don't know," the teacher said. "It's very curious!" "Um, there are other green sneakers, too," Bradley said. He told Ms. Tery and the class about

the ones they'd seen hanging from the tree branch. "Only those were regular size." "Well, I don't know what's going on," Ms. Tery said. "But I think someone is having some fun with us." "But what about the stuff they took?" Caitlyn asked. "And Mr. Vooray's hamster?" Brian added. "That's not funny!" "I wish I had an answer," Ms. Tery said. "We'll just have to wait and see what happens next with the Green Lawn sneaker sneak!" Ms. Tery walked to the chalkboard. "Take out your pencils, please." Then she wrote: CLASS RULES: WE ARE POLITE. WE DON'T FIGHT. WE DON'T BITE. "It rhymes!" Nate said. "Cool!" "Who likes rhyming?" Ms. Tery asked. Most of the kids raised their hands.

"Good! I do, too," she said. "We're going to write every morning. Today, try to write a rhyming poem. It can be about anything, even our sneaker mystery." She passed out paper. Kids opened their desks and book bags and pencil boxes. "Be as quiet as mice," Ms. Tery whispered. The class hunched over their desks and began writing. Bradley had never written a poem before. He stared at the boy in front of him. All he could think of was Goldi being stolen. "How are you doing, second-grade writers?" Ms. Tery suddenly asked. She swooped down the aisles like a pterodactyl. Bradley grabbed his pencil and wrote the first thing that popped into his head: once i met a talking worm. His name was sherm. Ms. Tery's shadow fell on Bradley's paper. "That's a nice beginning," she said. "Capital O and capital I, please."

"Thank you, Ms. Tery," Bradley mumbled. He fixed the O and the I. After a while, Ms. Tery had some of the kids read their poems. Then they practiced adding and subtracting. At noon, they all went to the school cafeteria for lunch. It was pretty noisy, so everyone ate fast, then went outside for recess. Bradley, Brian, Nate, and Lucy sat under a tree. Across the playground, they saw Ms. Tery talking with a few other teachers. She was at least a foot taller than they were.

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Lucy sipped her milk. "What if Ms. Tery is the person who's taking stuff and leaving the tiny sneakers?" she asked. "There has to be a reason why the little sneakers look exactly like hers." "And the ones in the tree," Nate said. "None of it makes sense," Bradley said. "I just want Goldi back!" "So what do we do?" Brian asked. "We should follow Ms. Tery home," Bradley whispered. "If she's stealing stuff, maybe we'll catch her in the act!"