Don't you love the cover?
Wait tell you read the inside!
Tyler has come up with a fun twist on magic. Gross garbage thingys in the school. Admit it, you've often daydreamed about such creatures roaming the school. You've also wondered about at least one of the janitors sanity...right?
Wanna win this awesomesauce, fantastically, stupendous book?
Tell me in 140 words or less about the dust bunnies under your bed.
Contest ends midnight July 30th, 2011.
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""And he drew on my face," Daisy said. "But it washed off."
Another bout of silence hit the truck like a black hole.
"Could someone please explain why I'm a chameleon," Spencer finally muttered.
"A chameleon," Mr. Gates said as he turned into Hillside Estates, "is a type of lizard that changes color. Might be green one moment and black the next. It changes to fit the environment around it, sometimes to blend in, sometimes to stand out."
"But what does that have to do with me?" Spencer pointed out Aunt Avril's house and the big Ford rolled into the driveway.
"You don't get it?" Daisy asked, a faint smirk on her face. "In our family, a chameleon is someone whose story changes. They might tell it one way, then totally twist it around and ell a different version. People do it when they're insecure. Sometimes to blend in, sometimes to stand out."
Spencer wasn't pleased about being called a color-changing lizard. He had a comeback worked up, but he lit it die on his lips. Just wait. The soap was in Daisy's drawer. Soon she'd see that he wasn't a chameleon.
"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Gates," Spencer said, slipping off the edge of the seat. he checked his pocket for the flashlight and the latex glove. With both items secure, he walked to the back of the truck, But Mr. Gates had beaten him there. With a smile, Daisy's dad lifted out the boy's bike."
That sounds like a great book for my classroom! Thanks for the tip :)
ReplyDeleteIs this where I tell you about my dust bunnies? Well if so, they are terrified of my monstrously huge Chihuahua of 5 lbs that loves to rip apart all the tissues and paper he can under the bed. It's his favorite place to do that. The dust bunnies hide from him by climbing on the empty luggage and the rolls of wrapping paper. I have found a few that have escaped to cling onto the dust ruffle around the bed, but most of them cower in terror and only a few brave ones try to attack the dog back. They end up dying an ignominious death once Chewie leaves their little world to provide destruction somewhere else.
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The dust bunnies in the rest of my house feel like hermits. But in my bedroom? That's where they find a true sense of community.
ReplyDelete25 words. Boo yah.
You two are awesome!
ReplyDeleteThe dust bunnies under my bed shiver would in fear of my two boys, if they ever picked up a vacuum.
ReplyDeleteAlas, I think the bunnies are safe.