by Barbara Park
I walked back to my seat very limping.
I looked at Bo again.
“Sometimes ladies have to go under the table and adjust theirselves,” I said.
Bo looked curious at me.
“They do?” she asked.
“Of course they do,” I said. “That’s how come they make the tablecloths so long.”
After that, I ducked under the tablecloth. And I quick took off my shoes. Plus also I took off my pantyhose.
“Ahh. Better,” I said.
Then I climbed back onto my chair again. And I wiggled my piggy toes all around in the air.
“What a relief,” I said. “Loose feet.”
All of a sudden, my eyes got big and wide! And I did a gasp!
’Cause that reminded me of what Mother and Daddy told me!
“BO! HEY, BO!” I said real thrilled. “LOOSE FEET! GET IT? I HAVE LOOSE FEET!”
“Huh? What?” said Bo.
And so that’s how come I told her all about my boyfriend named Ricardo. And how he wanted to chase other people. And how Mother and Daddy said I should have loose feet!
“Get it, Bo? Get it?” I asked. “Mother and Daddy were right! Loose feet are funner than grown-up feet!”
After that, I quick got on my knees. And I clinked my water glass with my spoon. Also, I clinked my plate and my fork and my head.
“Sometimes it’s fun to be little! Right, Bo? Right? Right?” I said.
Me and Bo clinked spoons.
“Right!” she said real giggly.
After that, I made a puppet out of my napkin. And I made it bite Bo’s nose.
And that is not even the best part!
’Cause after lunch, me and Bo skipped around the whole entire room in bare feet! And we throwed flower petals on people’s heads! And no one even got mad. ’Cause when you’re little, you can get away with those kind of shenanigans!
It was the funnest time I ever had.
And guess what else?
After the reception, me and Bo hugged each other good-bye. And she said she will call me sometime! And I said I will write her a letter!
“Only first I have to learn to spell more words,” I said.
Bo shrugged her shoulders.
“That’s okay. First I have to learn to read,” she said.
After that, both of our daddies picked us up. And they carried us out to the parking lot.
“Hey! Look how high up I am, Bo!” I hollered to her. “I am as tall as a grown-up lady, almost! Only grown-up ladies don’t even get carried! And so too bad for them! Right, Bo? Right?”
“Right!” hollered Bo.
After that, we waved good-bye at each other.
First I waved my hand.
Then I waved my whole entire arm.
Plus also I waved all of my ten piggy toes.
I laughed real happy.
“See, Daddy? See? I’ve got loose feet just like you said!”
Then Daddy laughed, too.
And we sang the pretty bride song all the way to the car.
Laugh out loud with Junie B. Jones!
#1 Junie B. Jones and the Stupid Smelly Bus
#2 Junie B. Jones and a Little Monkey Business
#3 Junie B. Jones and Her Big Fat Mouth
#4 Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
#5 Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake
#6 Junie B. Jones and That Meanie Jim’s Birthday
#7 Junie B. Jones Loves Handsome Warren
#8 Junie B. Jones Has a Monster Under Her Bed
#9 Junie B. Jones Is Not a Crook
#10 Junie B. Jones Is a Party Animal
#11 Junie B. Jones Is a Beauty Shop Guy
#12 Junie B. Jones Smells Something Fishy
#13 Junie B. Jones Is (almost) a Flower Girl
#14 Junie B. Jones and the Mushy Gushy Valentime
#15 Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket
#16 Junie B. Jones Is Captain Field Day
#17 Junie B. Jones Is a Graduation Girl
#18 Junie B., First Grader (at last!)
#19 Junie B., First Grader: Boss of Lunch
#20 Junie B., First Grader: Toothless Wonder
#21 Junie B., First Grader: Cheater Pants
#22 Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band
#23 Junie B., First Grader: Shipwrecked
#24 Junie B., First Grader: BOO…and I MEAN It!
#25 Junie B., First Grader: Jingle Bells, Batman Smells! (P.S. So Does May.)
#26 Junie B., First Grader: Aloha-ha-ha!
#27 Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny
Top-Secret Personal Beeswax: A Journal by Junie B. (and me!)
Junie B.’s Essential Survival Guide to School
Barbara Park says:
“Like Junie B., I would have loved to have been a flower girl when I was little. To me, weddings seemed like events straight out of Fantasy Land. All those swooshy satin dresses. And the beautiful bouquets of flowers. But most of all, what I really, really loved was that HUGIE BIG CAKE.
I’m sorry to say that I haven’t gotten better with age. At the last wedding I attended, my husband spent the afternoon pointing to my mouth and telling me to wipe off the icing.
So after years of going to weddings, here’s my best advice to all:
Dress up. Behave in a dignified manner. And bring lots of tissues.
(You can wrap extra cake in the tissues and sneak it right out the door.)”
Text copyright © 1999 by Barbara Park
Illustrations copyright © 1999 by Denise Brunkus
All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright
Conventions. Published in the United States by Random House, Inc.,
and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited,
Toronto.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Park, Barbara.
Junie B. Jones is (almost) a flower girl / by Barbara Park ;
illustrated by Denise Brunkus.
p. cm “A Stepping Stone book”
SUMMARY: Six-year-old Junie B. is disappointed to find out that her aunt has asked someone else to be the flower girl at her wedding.
eISBN: 978-0-307-75471-4
[1 Weddings—Fiction.] I. Brunkus, Denise, ill. II Title.
PZ7.P2197Jtwn 1999 [Fie]—dc21 99-17611
A STEPPING STONE BOOK and colophon are trademarks of Random House, Inc.
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