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Mrs. D. smiled. “Stink, you seem to be interested in the sense of smell. Maybe you’d like to try the Everybody Stinks exhibit? Nobody else seems to want to go near it.”

Mrs. D. pinched her nose and shook her head.

“How smelly can it be?” Stink said bravely. Mrs. D. pointed to the far end of the exhibit. Stink strolled over and read the instructions.

“Match the body odor with the body parts they come from,” Stink read aloud. Before Stink knew it, the whole class had gathered around.

Webster announced to the class, “Hey, everybody! Stink’s going to smell B.O.!” Stink wasn’t so sure he wanted to smell B.O. But he hated to let Webster and everybody down. So Stink mustered up all his courage, leaned over, put his nose right up to the bottle, and squeezed.

He took one sniff, then scrunched up his face, clutched his chest, and crumpled to the floor.

“Uhh!” everybody gasped, taking in what sounded like one big breath.

“Ha, ha, ha! Gotcha!” Stink cried, jumping back up.

“What did it smell like?” Sophie asked.

“Feet!” said Stink. “It’s not that bad. Just smells like dirty socks when your feet sweat and you take your shoes off.”

“Sounds bad to me,” said Webster.

Stink squeezed the next bottle. “Uck. This one smells like onion. Maybe garlic. Phew! Bad breath,” Stink said, waving his hand in front of his face. “P.U. This one smells like my soccer shirt! Armpit alert!”

“It’s B.O.!” somebody shouted. “He did it! He really smelled B.O.! And he didn’t even faint!”

After Stink smelled all the body-part smells, he moved to the next station. Rotten eggs! Dirt! Perfume! Moth balls! Skunk! Rotten cabbage! Dog breath! Old fish! Dead broccoli?

Stink sniffed and snuffled his way through a dozen yucky, rotten smells. He made a few faces, but he guessed every single smell right.

“P.U.! How do you do that? You didn’t miss one!” said Webster.

“I just follow my nose,” said Stink, sticking his expert sniffer in the air.

“You always were nosy,” said Sophie of the Elves, laughing.

“Some people have an excellent sense of smell,” Mrs. D. explained.

“I smell something, too,” said Sophie.“Hamburgers!”

“When do we eat lunch?” asked Webster. “My digestion is empty.”

Class 2D sat at the picnic tables outside, munching on sandwiches. Mrs. D. passed around flyers from the museum about a stinky sneaker contest being held at the park in two weeks.

Stink read the flyer.

“Wow! Check it out! Can anybody enter?”

“Anybody with smelly sneakers,” said Mrs. D., chuckling.

“Stink’s are the WORST,” said Webster, backing away from Stink.

“But my sneakers are so smelly I had to wear rain boots today,” said Sophie, showing off her pink polka-dot boots. “I bet I can win.”

“My sneakers will beat the pants off yours any day,” Stink told Sophie.

“But you haven’t even smelled mine,” said Sophie.

Stink shrugged. “I’m just saying.” His sneakers just had to be the smelliest. But what if Sophie’s were super-stinky bad, too? Or worse?

“Well, I’m sure my daughter will want to enter the ‘Smell Monsters,’” Mrs. D. said, making air quotes with her hands. “That’s what we call her sneakers. So, I hope to see some of you there in two weeks.” Then Mrs. D. asked them all about what they learned at the Gross-Me-Out exhibit.

“I learned that even walruses have dandruff,” said Eliza.

“I learned the words to the diarrhea song,” said Patrick.

“Let’s wait till AFTER lunch to hear that,” said Mrs. D.

“I learned how to say fart in Spanish,” said Jordan. “‘Pedo.’”

“I learned that spit is gross,” said Riley.

“I learned that there are more critters in your mouth than people in Australia,” said Sophie of the Elves.

“I learned that Stink is the best smeller in the world!” said Webster.

“We should call you The Nose,” said Sophie. “You know how to smell better than a dog.”

“Better than an ant!” said Stink. Everybody looked at him funny. “What? An ant has five noses,” said Stink, nodding his head and tapping his honker. “No lie!”

“I’m