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Author: Katherine Applegate
about the big boys.
I forgot all about my busted body and my broken left appendix.
I forgot all about whether tap dancing was just for girls or just for boys or maybe just for everybody.
I also forgot all about the edge of the stage.
I twinkle-tapped right off that stage like a giant flying mouse-elephant-boy.
I probably would have busted my whole body for real.
If Iâd landed on the floor.
But lucky for me, old Mrs. Herman saved the day!
Her guest-of-honor table was right next to the stage.
So instead of the floor, I landed on her table.
And her. A little bit.
I knocked over her coffee cup and crumbled her cookies.
But I just kept on tapping away.
Because the show must go on.
Mrs. Herman kept saying, âOh, my! Oh, my!â
Maybe she was just amazed at my fancy footwork.
Or maybe it was because I sort of tapped on her sweater sleeve a couple times.
Finally the music ended and it was time for our bows.
I did a great one. Except I sort of got tangled in my tap-shoe ties.
And plopped right into Mrs. Hermanâs lap.
Everybody clapped like crazy.
I looked up at Emma on the stage.
She waved at me and smiled.
Then she did an elephant clomp, just for fun.
She made a glorious pachyderm.
14
Good-Bye from Time-Out
That evening, Mrs. Herman called my house.
She asked my mom how my busted body was.
After that, I had a little bit of explaining to do.
Mom called Mr. Oshkosh after I told her the whole story.
I told him I was sorry for faking a smushed body.
He said heâd had a feeling I would make a full recovery.
Dad and Mom talked to me for a long time.
About how I should do what makes me happy.
Not what other people think is right for me.
And they explained how thereâs no such thing as boy stuff or girl stuff.
Then I explained that sometimes they make me more confused when they are trying to un-confuse me.
Especially when itâs complicated things like boys and girls.
Dad said not to worry. Because heâs still trying to figure that stuff out.
Mom laughed. Then she threw a pillow at him.
Sitting here in time-out, I have figured out one thing, at least.
Iâm going to take lots more tap classes.
And guess what?
After the show, Dewan and Gus both asked me how they could sign up for tap lessons.
And Wyatt actually asked if he could try my tap shoes on.
So I let him.
He said he wanted to see if the tappers would be good for smushing ants.
But I could tell he liked that clickety-clack noise as much as I do.
Well, almost as much.
I like it so much I am going to keep taking dance lessons forever and ever, I think.
Emma says she will too.
She was right about how much fun weâd have.
Emma is almost always right.
10 NOISES I REALLY LOVE
by Me, Roscoe Riley
1. New sneakers squeaking on the gym floor
2. Skateboards racing down the sidewalk
3. Frog croaks
4. Lion roars
5. Cat purrs
6. Drums in a marching band
7. Thunder
(when your mom and dad are with you)
8. Fireworks
(when your mom and dad are with you)
9. Tap dancing in a mud puddle
10. Tap dancing anywhere!
The Roscoe Riley Rules books
by Katherine Applegate
Roscoe Riley Rules #1: Never Glue Your Friends to Chairs
Roscoe Riley Rules #2: Never Swipe a Bullyâs Bear
Roscoe Riley Rules #3: Donât Swap Your Sweater for a Dog
Roscoe Riley Rules #4: Never Swim in Applesauce
Copyright
ROSCOE RILEY RULES #5: DONâT TAP-DANCE ON YOUR TEACHER . Text copyright © 2009 by Katherine Applegate. Illustrations copyright © 2009 by Brian Biggs. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or
I forgot all about my busted body and my broken left appendix.
I forgot all about whether tap dancing was just for girls or just for boys or maybe just for everybody.
I also forgot all about the edge of the stage.
I twinkle-tapped right off that stage like a giant flying mouse-elephant-boy.
I probably would have busted my whole body for real.
If Iâd landed on the floor.
But lucky for me, old Mrs. Herman saved the day!
Her guest-of-honor table was right next to the stage.
So instead of the floor, I landed on her table.
And her. A little bit.
I knocked over her coffee cup and crumbled her cookies.
But I just kept on tapping away.
Because the show must go on.
Mrs. Herman kept saying, âOh, my! Oh, my!â
Maybe she was just amazed at my fancy footwork.
Or maybe it was because I sort of tapped on her sweater sleeve a couple times.
Finally the music ended and it was time for our bows.
I did a great one. Except I sort of got tangled in my tap-shoe ties.
And plopped right into Mrs. Hermanâs lap.
Everybody clapped like crazy.
I looked up at Emma on the stage.
She waved at me and smiled.
Then she did an elephant clomp, just for fun.
She made a glorious pachyderm.
14
Good-Bye from Time-Out
That evening, Mrs. Herman called my house.
She asked my mom how my busted body was.
After that, I had a little bit of explaining to do.
Mom called Mr. Oshkosh after I told her the whole story.
I told him I was sorry for faking a smushed body.
He said heâd had a feeling I would make a full recovery.
Dad and Mom talked to me for a long time.
About how I should do what makes me happy.
Not what other people think is right for me.
And they explained how thereâs no such thing as boy stuff or girl stuff.
Then I explained that sometimes they make me more confused when they are trying to un-confuse me.
Especially when itâs complicated things like boys and girls.
Dad said not to worry. Because heâs still trying to figure that stuff out.
Mom laughed. Then she threw a pillow at him.
Sitting here in time-out, I have figured out one thing, at least.
Iâm going to take lots more tap classes.
And guess what?
After the show, Dewan and Gus both asked me how they could sign up for tap lessons.
And Wyatt actually asked if he could try my tap shoes on.
So I let him.
He said he wanted to see if the tappers would be good for smushing ants.
But I could tell he liked that clickety-clack noise as much as I do.
Well, almost as much.
I like it so much I am going to keep taking dance lessons forever and ever, I think.
Emma says she will too.
She was right about how much fun weâd have.
Emma is almost always right.
10 NOISES I REALLY LOVE
by Me, Roscoe Riley
1. New sneakers squeaking on the gym floor
2. Skateboards racing down the sidewalk
3. Frog croaks
4. Lion roars
5. Cat purrs
6. Drums in a marching band
7. Thunder
(when your mom and dad are with you)
8. Fireworks
(when your mom and dad are with you)
9. Tap dancing in a mud puddle
10. Tap dancing anywhere!
The Roscoe Riley Rules books
by Katherine Applegate
Roscoe Riley Rules #1: Never Glue Your Friends to Chairs
Roscoe Riley Rules #2: Never Swipe a Bullyâs Bear
Roscoe Riley Rules #3: Donât Swap Your Sweater for a Dog
Roscoe Riley Rules #4: Never Swim in Applesauce
Copyright
ROSCOE RILEY RULES #5: DONâT TAP-DANCE ON YOUR TEACHER . Text copyright © 2009 by Katherine Applegate. Illustrations copyright © 2009 by Brian Biggs. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or
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