3 A Leopard Can’t Change Its Spots

A Leopard Can't Change Its Spots

Exactly eleven days later, a package arrived for Stink. A box that thumped and clunked when he shook it. A box that rattled and crunched when he opened it. A big box full of... jawbreakers! Stink read the letter. "Dear Mr. Stink Moody, blah blah. While we are not in the business of breaking jaws... blah blah blah... sorry that our jawbreaker did not meet your satisfaction... more blah... please accept an assortment of fun, exciting and brand-new jawbreakers you might like..." "Holy jawbreaker heaven!" There were mega jawbreakers, mini jawbreakers, monster jawbreakers, black, rainbow, and psychedelic jawbreakers, asteroids and alien heads, glow-in

the-darks and gobstoppers, even jawbreaker lollipops on a stick with a bubblegum center. "Leaping lollipops!" squealed Judy. "Where'd you get all these? There's more jawbreakers here than in Willy Wonka's house." She tossed a handful up in the air.

"Ten whole pounds!" said Stink. "It says so right here. Wait till I tell Webster!" "That's 21,280 jawbreakers!" Judy pointed to the number on the box.

"What am I gonna do with twenty thousand million jawbreakers?" "Get twenty thousand million cavities, of course," said Judy. "C'mon, let's divide them up. We can each set up our own jawbreaker store and trade them with each other. Or we could start our own jawbreaker museum." "What do you mean WE?" asked Stink. "You and me," Judy said. "Two heads are better than one. I mean two jawbreaker eaters are better than one." "No way are you getting half!" said Stink. "They're mine-all-mine, and I get to decide." "Stink, you never share!" "You know what they say... You can't teach an old dog new tricks! A leopard can't change its spots! Besides, I'm the one who wrote the letter." "What letter?" "I wrote a letter to the jawbreaker company about how my super-galactic jawbreaker did not break my jaw."

"No fair!" said Judy. "I wrote a letter once that you, my little brother, wrecked my Hedda-Get- Betta doll, and all I got from the doll company was a get-well card." Stink cracked up. "Are you sure you didn't win a contest for being short or something?" Judy asked. "Honest! All I did was write one puny little letter." Suddenly, Stink had an idea. Not a puny little idea. A great big super-galactic idea. If Stink could write one letter, he could write two... three... four! It would be just like homework. Mrs. D. said practice makes perfect. If he wrote more letters, he could get more free stuff. And if he got more free stuff, he'd be like a bazillionaire!