02 Eeny Meany Green Zucchini

Eeny Meany Green Zucchini The next day, Judy was in a mood. The burnttoast kind of bad mood. The kind that turns your mood ring b-l-a-c-k. If only she could convince Stink that she had magic powers. A person with magic powers should own a mood ring. What good was a mood ring in the hands of someone with unmagic powers? Where was that Stink-a-Roo anyway? Probably down in the living room, reading the encyclopedia. Judy ran downstairs. Stink was lying on the floor with encyclopedias all around him, wiggling his loose tooth.

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"I knew it!" said Judy. "I just predicted you'd be reading the encyclopedia. I have special powers, superduper magic powers, see-the-future powers!" "I'm always reading the encyclopedia," said Stink. "Which letter am I on?" "M," said Judy. "WRONG!" said Stink. "S!" "I still predicted it," said Judy. What else could she predict? Judy went to the kitchen and brought back a Tasty Tuna Treat for Mouse. She hid it in her pocket. "I predict that Mouse will come into the room," she said. She waved the Tasty Tuna Treat behind her back, where Stink couldn't see it.

Mouse came slinking into the room. "Mouse!" said Judy. "What a surprise! Except . . . I predicted it! Ha!" "Mouse always comes into the room we're in," said Stink. "Well, what if I said I could read our mother's mind?" "I'd rather read the encyclopedia," said Stink. "Stink, you have to come with me!" said Judy. "So I can prove my amazing powers of prediction!" Stink followed Judy into Mom's office. "Hi, Mom," said Judy. "Guess what?" "What is it?" said Mom, looking up over her glasses. "I know what you're thinking," said Judy. She squeezed her eyes shut, wrinkled her nose, and

pressed her fingertips to her temples. "You're thinking . . . you wish I'd clean under my bed for once instead of bugging you. You're thinking . . . you wish Stink would get his homework out of the way for the weekend." "Amazing! That's exactly what I'm thinking!" said Mom. "See?" said Judy. "Were you really thinking that, Mom?" asked Stink. "Now I predict that Dad will walk into the house," said Judy. "You heard the garage door," said Stink. "True. Okay, it's Dad's night to cook. I predict spaghetti." "All he knows how to make is either spaghetti or ziti."

Stink ran into the kitchen. Judy ran after him. "Dad, Dad!" Stink said. "What's for dinner?" "Spaghetti," said Dad. "Lucky guess," Stink said to Judy. "ESP," Judy said. "Okay," said Stink. "I'm thinking of a number." "It doesn't work like that," said Judy. "C'mon! What's the number?" Judy grabbed a dishtowel and wrapped it around her head like a turban. She closed her eyes. She pressed her fingertips to her temples. She made funny noises. "Ali baba, abra-ca-dab-ra. Eeny meany green zucchini."