by R. L. Stine
The E was nearly at the top of the keyboard. I stumbled on the keys and nearly typed the wrong letter. But I hit the E, then backed up a step and pecked two S’s.
I glanced up. Yes! She was watching. She had Cole resting in her palm. She leaned over the desk, and her dark eyes stared down at the sheet of paper.
I was gasping for breath by the time I finished. My little heart was pounding. It was such hard work! But I typed the whole message:
VANESSA, WE’RE REALLY SORRY. WE DIDN’T MEAN TO SPILL YOUR GROCERIES. WE CAME TO APOLOGIZE.
I dropped weakly onto the desktop. So exhausted, I could barely move.
I turned and raised my eyes to Vanessa.
Would she help us? Would she accept our apology? Would she change us back to normal?
Vanessa brought her face down close to me. “Your apology is a little too late,” she said coldly. “There’s nothing I can do.”
27
Cole uttered a pitiful “Cheep.”
I raised myself up with a sigh. Then I stumbled back wearily onto the typewriter keys.
PLEAS, I pecked out.
I was so tired, I didn’t have the strength to push down the E at the end.
I gazed up hopefully at Vanessa. She stared down at the word I had typed. She tapped her chin with her black fingernails.
“Well…” she said finally. “I like the way you say ‘please’.” She lifted me up gently and set me down in her palm beside Cole.
“Politeness is so important,” Vanessa said, holding us up to her face. “Especially for young people. That’s what I care about more than anything else in the world. Good manners.”
Her dark eyes narrowed at us. “That day in front of the grocery,” she scolded, “you didn’t apologize for crashing into me. So I had no choice. I had to punish you.” She studied us, tsk-tsking.
So that’s why Anthony wasn’t turned into a chicken, too! I realized. Before he ran away, Anthony had called out to Vanessa that he was sorry.
If only Cole and I had apologized then! We wouldn’t be peeping little chicks today.
But how were we to know that Vanessa was such a manners freak?
She carried us over to a tall bookshelf and held us close to the books. “Do you see my collection?” she asked. “All etiquette books. Dozens and dozens of manners books. I have dedicated my life to manners.”
She gazed at us sternly. “If only kids today weren’t so rude. I wish I could help you two. I really do. But your apology came too late. Far too late.”
She set us both down on the desk. I guess her hand was getting tired. She rubbed it tenderly with her other hand.
Now what? I wondered.
Was she going to send us home like this? Vanessa was right. Cole and I would never make it. Some dog or cat or raccoon would turn us into dinner before we went a block or two.
I cheeped in panic. My tiny feathers stood straight up. What could we do?
I had one last, desperate idea.
One more time, I climbed onto the typewriter keyboard. And I began to type…
THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING TO US. AND THANK YOU FOR TRYING TO TEACH US TO BE POLITE. YOURS TRULY, COLE AND CRYSTAL
I said it was a desperate idea. About as desperate as a chicken can get. But I stared up at Vanessa, watching her read it. Hoping… hoping…
“I don’t believe it!” Vanessa exclaimed. She tore the sheet of paper from the typewriter and read it again. “A thank-you note!” she cried. “You wrote me a thank-you note!”
She gazed down at Cole and me with a broad smile. “No kids today ever write thank-you notes!” she cried. “This is the politest thing I ever saw!”
She danced around with it. “A thank-you note! An actual thank-you note!”
And then she turned. Pointed a finger at Cole, then at me. Mumbled some words. And pointed again.
“Whooooa!” I cried, feeling my body grow. I felt like a balloon inflating. The little yellow feathers fell away. My hair grew back. My arms… my hands!
“YAAAAAY!” I cried. Cole joined my happy cheer.
We were back! Vanessa had changed us back—to us!
We pinched each other, just to make sure. Then we tossed back our heads and laughed. We were so happy!
Vanessa laughed, too. We all laughed gleefully together.
Then Vanessa turned and started toward the kitchen. “Let me get you both a drink,” she offered. “I know how thirsty these spells can make a person.”
“Thank you!” I cried, remembering how important politeness was to Vanessa.
“Yes—thank you!” Cole added loudly.
We grinned at each other. We pinched each other again. Skin! Real skin—with no feathers!
I moved my lips. I licked them with my tongue. Soft, human lips that didn’t click.
Vanessa returned with two glasses of soda. “I know kids like cola,” she said. She handed a glass to me and a glass to Cole. “Drink up,” she urged. “You’ve been through a lot.”
I did feel terribly thirsty. I took a few long sips of the cola. It felt cold and tingly on my tongue. Wonderful! Better than seeds off the carpet.
Wow. I was so happy to be me again.
I raised my eyes and saw Cole tilt his glass to his mouth and drink the soda down. He was really thirsty!
When he finished, he lowered his glass—and let out the loudest burp I ever heard!
Cole burst out laughing.
I couldn’t help myself.
It was such a funny burp, I started laughing, too.
I was still laughing when Vanessa stepped in front of me.
What is her problem? I wondered.
Then she pointed her finger, first at Cole, then at me. And whispered, “Pig pig.”
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