11 The Me Collage

The Me Collage Stink watched Judy finish her collage after school the next day. "Almost done," said Judy. "It's due tomorrow." Stink pointed. "You still have a bald spot right there next to the picture of Jaws." Judy carefully taped a doll hand from her collection over the empty space. "Not anymore," she said. "That hand? Is it for the trick you played on me?" asked Stink. "Yes. It's THE FUNNIEST THING EVER," said Judy, with a grin. "You mean you're going to tell your whole class I thought there was somebody in our

toilet?" "Stink, I'm making you famous." "Couldn't you change my name or something?" asked Stink. "Or something," said Judy. When Judy got up the next morning, it was pouring rain again. Something told her to get ready for a bad-mood Friday. "Let's put your Me collage in a garbage bag so it won't get wet," Dad suggested when she brought it downstairs. "Dad, I'm not carrying my Me collage in a garbage bag."

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"Why not?" "Did Van Gogh put his Starry Night in a garbage bag?" "She's got a point there," said Mom. "Garbage bags probably hadn't been invented yet," said Dad. "If Van Gogh had garbage bags, believe me, he would have been smart enough to use them." "Honey, why don't you take the bus, and Dad'll bring your collage to school after he takes Stink to the dentist?" Mom said. "Stink's taking Toady to school today, so Dad has to drop him off anyway." "I want to take my collage to school myself. That way I can be sure nothing will happen to it." "What could happen to it?" asked Mom. "There could be a tornado," said Stink,

"and the wind could make you drop it, and it could get run over by a bus." "Hardee, har, har," said Judy. "You do have a lot of other stuff to carry," said her dad. Judy had her lunch, her dad's lab coat so she could dress like a doctor for her talk, Hedda-Get-Betta, her doctor kit, and plenty of Band-Aids. "Okay," she said, "but don't squish anything and don't get it wet and it has to be there by eleven o'clock and don't let Stink do anything." She gave her brother her best trolleyes stare. "We'll be careful," said Dad. Judy rode the bus with Rocky, who practiced his Squirting Nickel magic trick on her for the one-hundredth time. "Okay! It works!" Judy told him, wiping

drips from her face. Rocky cracked up. All morning, Judy imagined things happening to her collage. What if it fell into a puddle when her father opened the car door? What if Toady got out of Stink's pocket and peed on the collage? What if a tornado came, like Stink said . . . Eleven o'clock came, and her collage still was not there. No sign of Stink. Or Dad. Judy could hardly listen to the other kids showing their Me collages. She kept her eyes glued to the door of 3T. "Judy, would you like to go next?" asked Mr. Todd, startling her. "I'd like to go last," said Judy. "Frank?" "I'd like to go last too," said Frank. "After Judy."