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longer than a minute,” I said from inside there.
    The typing lady didn’t answer me.
    “Yeah, only guess what else? My knees are very bended and squished in here,” I said. “And so this isn’t good for my circlelation, probably.”
    Just then, my legs started squirming all around. ’Cause I was getting ants in my pants, that’s why!
    “HEY! DOESN’T ANYBODY HAVE EARS? GET ME OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW! ’CAUSE I AM AT THE END OFMY ROPE IN THIS THING! PLUS ALSO I AM GETTING ANTS IN MY…”
    All of a sudden, someone yanked the bag right off my head.
    It was the scary typing lady.
    “…pants,” I said very soft.
    She took me back into Principal’s office.
    And guess what?
    That Jim was in there!
    He was sitting in the big wood chair!
    And Principal was frowning at him!
    “Junie B., our friend Jim here has something he wants to say to you. Don’t you, Jim?” asked Principal.
    That meanie Jim didn’t answer. He kept on looking at his feet.
    Principal tapped his fingers.
    “We’re
waiting,
Jim,” he said.
    Then that Jim did a huffy breath. And hesaid the words
I’m sorry.
    Principal raised up his eyebrows.
    “Sorry for what, Jim? Tell Junie B. what you’re sorry for.”
    That Jim stared at his feet some more.
    “I’m sorry I didn’t give her an invitation to my party,” he said very grumpity.
    “But your mother
told
you to, didn’t she, Jim?” said Principal. “Your mother told you to give an invitation to every single person in your class. But you got mad at Junie B. And you decided not to give her one. Isn’t that right?”
    That meanie boy did his shoulders up and down.
    “I guess,” he said real soft.
    Principal crossed his arms.
    “And so what are you going to do to correct the problem?” he asked.
    That Jim waited and waited.
    Then—all of a sudden—he got down from his chair.
    And he holded out an invitation to me.

    My stomach did a flippy flop.
    “For me? Is that really for me!” I said very squealing.
    Then I snatched that thing right out of his hand. And I zoomed all around the room.
    “Oh boy!” I said. “It’s really for me! It’s really for me! And so now I’m not the
only one!”
    I zoomed all around the big wood chair.
    Principal looked nervous of me.
    He hurried up and opened his door.
    Then I zoomed right out of there!
    And I didn’t stop till I got to Room Nine!

8 / Ruining My Saturday
    On Saturday, Mother woke me up from sleeping.
    “We have to go to the store and buy Jim a present,” she said.
    I did a sleepy yawn.
    “Yeah, only I don’t actually like that boy,” I explained. “And so you can go by yourself. And I will trust your judgment.”
    I pulled the covers over my head.
    Mother pulled them off again.
    Then she made me get dressed.
    And she made me eat a banana.
    And she made me go to the store with her.
    She holded my hand and pulled me behind her.
    “Since we don’t know what he already has, let’s get him something unusual,” she said.
    “Let’s get him greasy, grimy gopher guts. That is unusual,” I said.
    Mother made a sick face.
    She pulled me through the store.
    We went past the bathroom stuff.
    I pointed.
    “That.
Let’s get him
that,”
I said.
“That
is unusual.”
    Mother sucked in her cheeks.
    “We’re not getting him a toilet brush,” she said.
    She pulled me past the pet stuff.
    “That.
Let’s get him
that,”
I said.
“That
is unusual.”
    But Mother said, “No choke chain.”
    Just then, she pulled me past the tools.
    That’s when my eyes popped right out of my head!
    “THAT! LET’S GET HIM THAT! LOOK, MOTHER! LOOK! I LOVE THAT THING!”
    I runned to it speedy quick.
    “IT’S A TOOL BELT! SEE? IT’S JUST LIKE GRAMPA MILLER’S! ONLY IT’S MADE FOR LITTLE CHILDREN LIKE ME! SEE IT, MOTHER? SEE THIS WONDERFUL THING!”
    Mother took it down off the shelf.
    “Look!” I said. “It has a hammer! And a screwdriver! And some pliers! And a flashlight! And a real actual level with a bubblein it! Plus also, there’s a