by Mike Thaler
“Mummified who?” we ask.
“My mummified me a yummy hamburger for lunch today,” laughs Derek.
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Eric’s next. “How about a hand-burger,” says Eric, pulling off his fake hand. I hope he doesn’t give me a hand with anything.
He opens up his shirt and all his intestines fall out. YUCK! At least it’s not lunchtime yet.
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“You’ve certainly got a lot of guts,” smiles Mrs. Green. I love when teachers make jokes.
Soon Doris spins down the aisle, twirls, and bows.
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Then Freddy bounds up and raises his paws. “A poem,” he starts to recite. “Does a werewolf wear underwear underneath all his hair?”
“I’m unaware, but I am next,” I answer as I fly up front in a flurry of feathers. And I almost lose my halo.
“I’m an angel,” I smile, straight- ening my halo.
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“Just remember that for the rest of the year,” smiles Mrs. Green. I hate it when teachers make jokes.
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Randy’s last. He slinks up front. “Allow me to entrodouth myself. I am Count Dracula from Transylvania.”
“You need a Transyl-fusion,” shouts Eric.
“Eric, please pull yourself together,” says Mrs. Green.
“I’m a little batty,” continues Randy as he holds up his cape and flaps back to his seat.
“Well, you all look beautiful,” says Mrs. Green. “But we have to pick a winner for the grand prize.”
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“What is the grand prize?” asks Eric, snapping his eyeball.
“The grand prize is a $35 gift certificate to the costume shop,” says Mrs. Green, twirling her bat.
After a lot of “oohs” and “ahs,” the class votes. It’s really close because all my classmates vote for themselves.
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But do you know who wins? I do.
I have two votes. Someone else voted for me. As I look around the room, Eric winks his eyeball.
What a buddy! I’m going to share the grand prize with him. I’ll get him a rubber heart that he can wear on his sleeve.
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As for me, I’ve got everything I want. Angels don’t need much. Well, maybe I’ll just get a little harp.
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