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report was going to be great. Andrea wouldn’t even know what hit her.

    I wrote the whole thing out and put it in a nice red binder. I wouldn’t let anyone see it, not even my parents or my sister. I wanted it to be a complete surprise. It was top secret. I’m not even going to tell you who my president was. So nah-nah-nah boo-boo on you!
    I worked all morning on my oral report, and then the phone rang. My mom told me Michael wanted to talk to me.
    â€œMe and my dad are going to buy a big-screen TV,” he said. “Wanna come?”
    â€œSure!”
    Michael’s dad drove us to the big-screen TV store. It was cool. They had a whole wall filled with big-screen TVs, and they were all tuned to the same channel. We were walking around looking for a salesman when this guy asked Michael’s dad if he needed any help. You’ll never in a million hundred years believe who the guy was.
    I’m not going to tell you.
    Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.
    It was Mr. Macky! He was wearing a name tag that said HOWARD MACKY on it.
    â€œMr. Macky!” I said. “To what do weowe the pleasure of your company?”
    â€œI work here on weekends and holidays,” said Mr. Macky. “Would you like to buy a big-screen TV? They’re on sale today.”
    Wow! I never would have thought that a reading specialist would also be a big-screen TV salesman. I thought reading specialists hated TV. But Mr. Macky told us he loved TV and knew everything about big-screen TVs.
    Mr. Macky took a Star Wars DVD out of his pocket so we could see what it looked like on a big-screen TV. It was cool. You could almost see inside Darth Vader’s nostrils.
    Michael’s dad bought the TV right away. It was so big that Mr. Macky had to help us strap it to the roof of the car.
    I asked Mr. Macky what his favorite part of Star Wars was. He told us it was the beginning, when all those words scroll up the screen.
    â€œThat’s the only part you read,” he said. “As you know, I love to read.”
    Mr. Macky is weird. And he is much better at selling TVs than he is at teaching reading.

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The President Is Missing!
    The next day we had to go to school (BOO!), but we also got to give our oral reports (YAY!). It was cool watching everybody walk up the front steps dressed up like a president. Kids were wearing hats, beards, suits, and ties. Even the girls! That was weird.
    Neil the nude kid was dressed up like Thomas Jefferson. He brought his ferret, Mr. Wiggles—I mean President Wiggles—with him in a cage. Neil told us that President Wiggles was going to sit in Mr. Klutz’s office all day and boss him around because he was president of the school.
    Ryan was dressed up like James Garfield, and he brought a stuffed Garfield cat with him. Michael was dressed up like Herbert Hoover, and he brought a vacuum cleaner with him.
    â€œWhich president are you, A.J.?” they asked when they saw me. I had a cane, glasses, and a fur hat.
    â€œIt’s a secret,” I said. “But just watch me blow the doors off Andrea’s oral report.”
    After we pledged the allegiance in our class, Mrs. Patty’s voice came over the loudspeaker. She told us Mr. Klutz had an announcement to make.
    â€œTwo very special guests are visiting our school today,” he said. “Dr. Carbles, the president of the Board of Education, will be here any minute. He is eager tohear some of your Presidents’ Day oral reports. And I would like to welcome the new president of Ella Mentry School…Mr. Wiggles, the ferret that belongs to Neil Crouch in Miss Daisy’s class!”

    Everybody started cheering. Neil the nude kid took a bow. This song called “Hail to the Chief” came out of the loudspeaker. When it was over, Mr. Klutz and Mrs. Patty were still talking. I guess they forgot to turn off the microphone in the office.
    â€œUh, where’s the ferret?” Mr. Klutz asked.
    â€œI