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Abe said. “It’s just a little protein. Nothing to worry about.”

    â€œWyatt,” Ms. Diz said, “did you know that apple had a worm in it?”
    â€œYOU POISONED ME!” Coco yelled at Wyatt.
    â€œHow could I know if it had a worm in it?” Wyatt asked.
    He made an innocent don’t-blame-me face.
    I know that face. I’ve used it before.
    Wyatt picked the apple up off the floor. “Besides, it’s not like Coco ate the whole worm. Half of him’s still in the apple.”
    â€œI don’t feel so good,” Coco moaned.
    Everyone was looking at her. And you could tell they were all thinking, I’M SO GLAD I’M NOT YOU RIGHT NOW.
    Even though Coco can be annoying sometimes, she didn’t deserve to eat a worm.
    Or even half a worm.
    I pulled Hazel’s magic ball out of my pocket.
    â€œMagic ball,” I said, “did Wyatt know there was a worm in that apple?”
    I turned the ball over.
    â€œâ€˜ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY YES!’” I read.
    â€œLet me see that stupid ball!” Wyatt cried.
    But before he could say anything else, someone fainted.
    And it wasn’t Coco’s mom.

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Boy-Flavored Applesauce
    Coco lay on the floor.
    â€œMy baby’s fainted!” Coco’s mom cried.
    Everyone crowded around to see what a fainted person looked like.
    â€œGive her air!” Abe cried.
    Wyatt looked at Coco. Then he looked at me.
    â€œLet me see that ball,” he repeated.
    â€œNo way!” I said. “It’s my sister’s.”
    Wyatt grabbed for the ball.
    I turned and ran.
    Nobody paid any attention. On account of Coco was busy fainting.
    I zipped into the applesauce room to get away from Wyatt.
    But he was right behind me.
    A giant, loud machine was smushing apples.
    Another one was stirring a huge tub of apple stuff.
    It smelled sweet and cinnamony.
    â€œStep away from the applesauce!” a loudspeaker voice yelled. “STEP AWAY FROM THE APPLESAUCE!”
    I stopped running.
    Wyatt tried to stop running too.
    But he skidded on a slick spot.
    Applesauce, probably.
    He slid right into me.
    Hazel’s magic fortune-telling ball went flying.
    Straight into the giant tub of applesauce.
    It sank like a little red submarine.
    â€œNO!” I screamed. “The magic ball!”

    â€œSTEP AWAY FROM THE APPLESAUCE!” the voice said again.
    I couldn’t jump in, could I?
    Ms. Diz really wanted us to be on our best behavior.
    I was pretty sure jumping into applesauce didn’t count as best behavior.
    On the other hand, I’d promised Hazel I would return her ball to her safe and sound.
    Hazel was my little sister. She trusted me.
    And she loved that ball.
    There was only one thing I could do.
    I leaped right into that giant tub.
    The applesauce came up to my waist.
    It was slimy. And oozy.
    And tasty.
    I reached down with both hands and felt the bottom.
    But it was a very big tub.
    And a very little ball.
    I glared at Wyatt with mad eyes.
    â€œYou…you…you do NOT have a very winning personality!” I yelled.
    I grabbed a handful of applesauce and flung it.
    It landed— splat! —on Wyatt’s face.
    He scooped some off and tasted it.
    â€œNot bad,” he said.
    â€œBully breath,” I muttered.
    â€œGoo swimmer,” he said.
    â€œBall stealer,” I said.
    â€œYou have applesauce in your eyebrows,” Wyatt said.
    â€œYou have applesauce in your nose hole,” I said.
    I smiled just a little.
    So did he. Just a little.
    â€œWhat’s it like in there?” Wyatt asked.
    â€œGooey,” I said.
    â€œI can’t believe you jumped in,” Wyatt said in an admiring voice.
    â€œWant some help?” he asked.
    â€œSure,” I said.
    Wyatt hopped in.
    â€œWE HAVE A CODE RED IN THE APPLESAUCE ROOM! THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THE APPLESAUCE!” said the loudspeaker voice. “REPEAT: THERE ARE CHILDREN IN THE APPLESAUCE!”
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