05 The Sleeping Speller

The Sleeping Speller That night, Judy met Frank at the library to study for the spelling test. "Hey! You got your mood ring back from Mr. Todd," said Frank when Judy arrived. "Yes!" said Judy, holding up her hand to admire it. She would never, ever, not ever take her mood ring off again until it turned positively purple. Except at school, of course. Mr. Todd said no more mood rings at school. While she was at school, she would be sure to keep it safe. Hidden in her extra-special babytooth box. "Speaking of Mr. Todd, have you seen the

spelling words?" asked Frank. "They are hard, as in D-I-F-F-I-C-U-L-T!" Judy looked at the list. "Woodbine! What in the world's a woodbine?" "Who knows?" asked Frank. Frank went to get the big dictionary. He came back carrying it like it weighed a hundred pounds. They opened it on the table. "'Wood-bine,' Judy read out loud. "'A vine that wraps around trees.'" "'Also called Virginia creeper,'" read Frank. "RARE!" said Judy. "Creepy!" said Frank. "I'm tired of studying," said Judy. "Tired?! We only learned one word!" said Frank.

"Let's look at books," said Judy. Frank followed Judy down a long row of high shelves. "Ooh. What books are these? It's all dark and dusty." "I hope there aren't any Virginia-creepy vines around here," said Judy in a spooky voice. Frank found a book with pictures of bones and the creepy insides of stuff. "Body parts!" he said. Judy went to find the librarian. "What did you get?" Frank asked when she came back. "Predict Your Head Off!" said Judy. "It's all about people who predicted stuff about the future. Lynn helped me find it. She's the cool librarian with the fork-and-pie earrings. Not the mad-face librarian."

"Hey! It's a Big Head book. I love those. How come they draw the people with such big heads, anyway?" Frank asked. "Maybe it's to hold all those big ideas about the future. Look, see?" said Judy, pointing to her book. "These people predicted earthquakes and fires and babies being born." "Nobody can predict the future," said Frank. "Can they?" "Ya-huh!" said Judy. "It says right here. Books don't lie."

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"Let me see," said Frank. "See? Jeane Dixon, Famous American Fortuneteller. She was some lady in Washington, D.C., who stared into her eggs one morning and predicted that President Kennedy would be shot. And she predicted an earthquake in Alaska." "It also says she predicted that Martians would come to Earth and take away teenagers. I wish that would happen to my big sister." "If only Stink were a teenager," said Judy. "Look! It says here that that Jeane Dixon lady saw stuff in whipped cream!" said Frank. "I've seen stuff in whipped cream, too," said Judy. "Lots of times." "Like what?"