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The Judy Moody Double-Rare Collection - Megan Mcdonald [7]

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as always.

At breakfast, Judy stared into her eggs, just like Jeane Dixon, Famous American Fortuneteller. She thought she felt an earthquake! The earthquake was Stink, shaking the ketchup bottle onto his eggs.

“Stink, that’s preposterous!” said Judy.

“What’s that mean?” asked Stink.

“It means ridiculous,” said Judy.

“Like funny or silly,” said Mom.

“Think hippopotamus,” said Judy.

RARE! The dictionary-under-the-pillow thing really worked! Big words were flying out of her mouth faster than spit.

Judy was in a positively purple, On-Top-of-Spaghetti-and-the-World mood. She wished she could take her mood ring to school. If only.

On the bus, Judy told Rocky that his new magic trick was bewildering.

At school, Frank gave Judy a miniature hotel soap from his collection. “I already have this one,” he said. Judy told him his treat was very unexpected.

Then she asked Jessica (Flunk) Finch if she looked forward to the spelling test with anticipation.

“Why are you talking funny?” asked Jessica.

Mr. Todd passed out lined paper for the test. He told the class, “Only three more school days until our special visitor comes to class.”

Something was not the same. Something was different. Something was peculiar, unusual. Mr. Todd had new glasses! And he was wearing a tie. A crayon tie! Mr. Todd had never dressed up for a spelling test before.

“Your new glasses are very noticeable,” said Judy.

“Thank you, Judy,” said Mr. Todd with a goofy grin.

During the test, Judy Moody’s Grouchy pencil flew across the page like never before. She spelled alfalfa and applesauce. She spelled cobweb and crystal. She hardly even had to erase, except on zucchini.

And she used the extra-credit word in a sentence! Crayon. What kind of a bonus word was crayon? Mr. Todd had crayons on the brain. For sure and absolute positive.

Madame M predicts that the Crayon Lady will soon come to Class 3T to see Mr. Todd’s crayon tie.

Judy’s extra-credit word sentence was practically a paragraph! And she used the bonus word twice! Double R-A-R-E!

Judy was the first one to finish, even before the Queen Bee Speller Jessica Finch. Jessica wasn’t even using her lucky pencil! What was that girl thinking?


At the lunch table, she, Judy Moody, was in a predict-the-future mood.

“Don’t open your lunches yet,” Judy said to everybody. “Madame M will predict what’s inside.”

“Hurry up,” said Rocky. “I’m hungry.”

Judy shut her eyes. This was so easy. “I see baloney. Baloney sandwiches.” Rocky, Frank, and Jessica each held up a baloney sandwich.

Everyone was amazed.

Now the moment she’d been waiting for. “I have another prediction,” said Judy in a loud voice. “One about tomorrow. Something big. Something that’s never happened in Class 3T before.”

“Really? Tell us! What?”

“I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.”

“That’s as preposterous as a H-I-P-P-O-P-O-T-A-M-U-S,” Jessica said.

“You didn’t even study,” Frank said.

“You never even got 100% in Spelling,” said Rocky.

“Thanks a lot,” said Judy. What a bunch of baloney eaters. “That was before I became the Sleeping Speller, before I learned about sleeping with the dictionary under my pillow.”

“But Mr. Todd didn’t pass our tests back yet,” said Frank. “You don’t even know if it really worked.”

Judy rolled her eyeballs around. She made thinking noises. “Humm, baba, humm. Mr. Todd is correcting the papers right now. I see a Thomas Jefferson sticker. A tricorn hat. For Great Job, Good Thinking.”

“You’re 110% cuckoo,” Rocky told Judy.

“Just call me the Sleeping Speller,” Judy said.

Judy predicted it would be hard to sit still until Mr. Todd passed back the spelling tests. She predicted right. She felt antsy as an anthill. Jumpy as a jumping bean.

At last, the time came.

“Good work. Keep it up,” Mr. Todd was saying as he walked around the room, passing back tests and handing out cookies. Heart-shaped cookies. With sprinkles! And he was humming. Mr. Todd never hummed! And he never brought heart-shaped cookies with sprinkles. Not even on Valentine’s Day,

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