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Ollie will not be popular in school, probably.

Mother says he is drooly and fussy because he will be getting teeth soon.

She is kidding herself, I think.

Just then, Ollie started to cry.

Grampa Miller looked weary of that boy.

I took Ollie away from him.

“Don't worry, Grampa. I know how to calm this baby down,” I said.

After that, I patted Ollie's back very nice.

Then I hummed real soft in his ear.

And I put him in the hall closet.

Grampa quick got him out of there.

He put Ollie in his playpen. And he gave him animal crackers.

Animal crackers are crackers that make babies stop crying.

Also, I enjoy an occasional cracker myself.

After Ollie stopped fussing, Grampa Miller came back in the kitchen. And he put me on his lap.

“Okay, little girl. I'm ready to listen to your news now,” he said. “What were you saying about your tooth? Did it get any looser at school today?”

I clapped my hands together.

“That's what I was going to tell you about, Grampa!” I said. “’Cause at school I found out that I am the first person in Room One to lose a top front tooth. And so at first I felt proud about that news. Only then I got nervous. On account of who wants to look like toothless Uncle Lou, that's why. And so then I had a long talk with myself. And hurray, hurray! I decided not to lose my tooth after all!”

My grampa raised his eyebrows at me.

“Really?” he said. “You're not going to lose your tooth, huh? Do you really think you can do that, honey?”

“Yes!” I said. “I know I can do it, Grampa. ’Cause all I have to do is not wiggle it anymore. And then it will get real tight in my mouth again! I am sure of it! I'm positive.”

I reached in my mouth and touched my tooth very light with my finger.

“Yup!” I said. “I can feel it! It's tighter already!”

I opened my mouth and pointed. “See it, Grampa? See how tight it's getting?”

Grampa Miller squinted his eyes. “Gee, honey, I don't know,” he said. “It still looks pretty loose to me.”

Then—without even asking—he reached in my mouth. And he started to wiggle it.

“No!” I yelled. “No! No! No!”

I snapped my mouth shut.

“OW!” said my grampa.

He quick pulled out his finger.

“OW!” I said right back.

’Cause I felt a pinch, that's why!

I poked all around with my tongue.

Something did not feel right in there.

My heart started to pound very fast.

I held my breath.

Then I opened my mouth kind of sickish.

And I spit my tooth right into my hand.

I ran and ran all over the house.

“OH, NO!” I shouted. “OH, NO! OH, NO! MY GRAMPA FRANK MILLER KNOCKED MY TOOTH OUT! MY GRAMPA FRANK MILLER KNOCKED MY TOOTH OUT!”

Grampa ran after me.

“No, I didn't. Of course I didn't, Junie B.,” he said. “Your tooth came out when you bit down on my finger.”

I kept running and shouting.

“I LOOK LIKE UNCLE LOU! I LOOK LIKE UNCLE LOU! HELP! HELP! HELP! I LOOK LIKE UNCLE LOU!”

I zoomed to the front door and opened it wide.

“911! 911! MY TOOTH'S KNOCKED OUT! MY TOOTH'S KNOCKED OUT!”

Grampa quick picked me up and carried me back inside.

Then he took me to the bathroom. And he gave me a paper cup with water.

“Rinse and spit,” he said.

I did what he said.

Only that's when the worstest thing of all happened.

’Cause my spit water turned pink!

I did a gasp at that sight.

“BLOOD! BLOOD! THERE'S BLOOD IN MY SPIT!” I hollered some more.

Grampa Miller covered his ears. “Please, Junie B. Just stop the screeching.”

After that, he took an aspirin. Plus also, he ate two Tums.

I kept on rinsing and spitting.

Then finally, my spit water turned regular.

“Whew,” I said. “That was a close one. I was almost out of blood.”

Grampa bent down next to me and smiled. “Well, let's have a look,” he said.

I opened my mouth for him.

He looked in and did a chuckle.

Then he lifted me up to the mirror so I could see, too.

I quick closed my mouth again. ’Cause I was nervous to see myself, of course.

My tongue felt my tooth hole. It felt very roomy in there.

“Well?” said Grampa Miller. “Aren't you going to look, honey? It looks cute, Junie B. It really does.”

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