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| An excerpt from Chapter 1 — Sub Sandwich | ||
| Ms.Dwyer noticed my Amazing Mantis-Man. “And you’re reading this… this trash? A comic book?" "It’s research," I said. “For my science report.” “I don’t care if it’s War and frikkety Peace,” she growled. The porcupine held her hand out for the comic. I gave it to her. “You, mister, will sit outside until you learn some manners." Bo Newt chuckled. “Guess I’ll see ya next year, Chet.” |
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The substitute wheeled on my friend. "Would you like to join him?" |
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| Ms. Dwyer gritted her teeth, then glared at me. “Well, what are you waiting for?" Go and reflect on your bad behavior." It’s no use arguing with a walking pincushion. Followed by Shirley’s mournful gaze, I rose and ambled out the door. Five minutes of sitting on the hard cement was enough reflection for any gecko. My tuckus was going to sleep. But the sub let me stew. |
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| On the far-off playground, little kids squealed with joy and freedom. I sighed. Idly, I twirled the tip of my tail. No case to solve, no comic to read. It would be a long boring timeout. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Footsteps slapped down the hall. “Chet! Chet!” The last thing I expected was my little sister. And yet, there she stood, big as life — Pinky Gecko, first grader and first-rate pain-in-the-tushie. |
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| “Little blister,” I said. “What brings you here?” She frowned. “My feet. But, but… how come you’re sitting in the hall?” “I’m on guard duty — watching out for cockapoos.” “Cocka-whose?” she said. “Never mind.” |
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| Pinky turned her woeful eyes on me. “Help me, big brother.” I pointed. “Okay, the loony bin is that way.” “Not funny,” she said, pouting. “Mom’s pearls, they’re missing!” |
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