The Judy Moody Double-Rare Collection - Megan Mcdonald [30]
Twelve more days to feel like Bozo the Clone.
Judy made up a song. “The Twelve Days of Tonsils.”
That’s as far as she got before falling asleep. Again. She slept all through the second day of tonsils.
Tonsils, Day 3: Judy drew an X-ray of her hand; an X-ray of Mouse; an X-ray of Jaws, her Venus flytrap; and one of Ned Bear.
Tonsils, Day 4: Back to Dr. McCavity.
Tonsils, Day 5: BOR-ing! Judy drew a map of her brain.
Tonsils, Day 6: When she became a doctor, she would find a cure for fire-engine tonsils so sick people did not have to make X-rays of cats and maps of their brains all day.
Tonsils, Day 7: Ding, dong! Maybe Stink was home from school. Judy crawled back under the covers, put her head under all her stuffed animals, and pretended to be asleep.
“Knock-knock,” said Stink.
“I’m asleep,” said Judy.
“Knock-knock,” said Stink again.
“Stink, have you been eating the BRAT diet again?”
“Just say Who’s there,” said Stink.
“Who’s there?” asked Judy.
“US!” said Rocky, Frank, and Jessica Finch. All three of her UN-best friends!
“What are YOU guys doing here?” Judy grumped. “You came to laugh at my chipmunk cheeks, didn’t you? You heard I have bowling-ball tonsils and came to tell me I look like Mumpty Dumpty.”
“No!” said Frank. “We —”
“Wait. Let me guess. You cloned an anteater. An armadillo. An aardwolf. Ha, ha. Very funny.”
“We brought you something to make up . . . I mean, we brought you something to make you feel better,” said Rocky.
“Nothing will make me feel better,” said Judy. “I feel lousy. As in licey. As in not-nicey.”
“But this really works,” said Frank.
“Is it a pill?” asked Judy. “I hope it’s not a pill the size of Nebraska.”
“No.”
“Is it a prune? I hope it’s not a goony old prune.”
“Nope.”
“Is it a Band-Aid? I hope it is a Band-Aid with words.”
“No, no, and nope,” said Jessica Finch.
“Does it squeak? I hear squeaking!”
“Yes!” said Jessica.
“Does it have fur, fins, or fangs?”
“Yes!” said Stink.
Rocky held up a shirt with words.
“A shirt does not have fur or fins or fangs.”
“Look,” said Frank, turning the shirt over. “We made it for you at Rocky’s house.” The shirt said PAWS FOR HEALING. It had blue guinea-pig paw prints all over it.
“Hello! A shirt doesn’t squeak!” said Judy.
“No,” said Rocky. “But pets do. We brought you animals to pet!”
“Just like Paws for Healing,” said Frank.
“So you can lower your blood pressure and not feel sick,” said Jessica.
Rocky had brought Houdini, his pet iguana. Frank had brought a red-and-purple fish in a jar, and Jessica Finch had brought Chester and all four of the baby guinea pigs — the (un-cloned) Spice Girls!
Stink went to his room and brought back Toady.
“You brought half the zoo!” said Judy.
“And I got you a real Paws for Healing button,” said Stink. “From the hospital gift shop.” He held out a button that said I’M IN CHARGE OF CRITTER-COOL CARE.
“Cool!” said Frank.
“Critter-cool!” said Judy. She put the Paws for Healing shirt on over her around-the-world-postcard pajamas. She pinned the button to her shirt.
Rocky held out Houdini. “You hold him, while I clip his toenails.”
Snip, snip, snip.
“He has more toenails than Stink!” Judy laughed.
Frank set his fish on Judy’s desk, next to her jelly bean collection. “My aunt got me this Siamese fighting fish when I was sick. I named her Judy.”
“Same-same!” said Judy.
“You can keep her till you get better. I know you can’t pet her, but it’s supposed to relax you and make you feel better just to watch her.”
“I promise I’ll watch her all the time,” said Judy.
“Look! Judy the Fighting Fish is blowing bubbles!” said Stink.
“Rare!” said the not-fish Judy.
“And you can play with Toady anytime you want,” said Stink. “As long as you don’t operate on him.”
“I won’t,” said Judy. “I promise.”
Jessica brought special shampoo, and they each