Beans, beans the magical fruit the more you eat the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So let's eat beans for every meal!
The weekend goes by then it's Monday. I go to school and see Mr. Gun. Mr. Gun is teaching us all about screw drivers.
"There's pointy ones, then there's flat ones, just like Mice's chest." He roasts. He's so funny.
Class is over and it's lunch time. I don't like to tell you about any other classes because none of them are as fun as Mr. Gun's class.
At lunch, I sit with Gary. We talk and talk until this super cute boy came over to me.
"Hey Mice. I hear you have a raccoon." He says with a slick accent.
"Yaaaa." I reply.
"Is he cute?" He asks with the same, slick accent.
"Oh yaaaa." I say.
I open up my backpack to get out my goldfish so I can share them. I notice Squinkers is still in my it. My raccoon looks at me with pitiful eyes and I want to cry. I see goldfish crumbs and little shreds of Ziplock bag at the bottom of my backpack. I smile and thank him for being so smart to use survival skills.
I turn back around to where the cute boy is standing. He brought friends.
"Wanna scrap?" They ask.
I didn't know that I had beef with all these kids, so I just reply with:
"Not with you scrubs."
I grab my backpack, Squinkers, and Gary and we light this popsicle stand.
We run to Mr. Gun's room for safety.
"Mr. Gun! Mr. Gun! Some kids say the wanna scrap with me out there!" I yell at him.
Mr. Gun says to hide in the closet. Gary and I rummage for shelter in the tiny closet.
I whisper, "thanks Mr. Gun, sir."
