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contest,” she said.
    Paulie Allen Puffer stared at her.
    “Big whoop,” he said.
    Then the Room Eight teacher tattled on him. And Paulie Allen Puffer had to sit by himself for a time-out.
    Mrs. was not happy with us.
    “Okay, children. I understand that you're not in a good mood. But one of the things we learn in Field Day is to never give up. Room Nine is not a bunch of quitters. Are we, Junie B.?”
    I looked at Room Nine's faces.
    “Pretty much,” I said.
    Mrs. threw her hands in the air. “Okay,that's it,” she said. “I'm not going to take no for an answer. There must be
someone
in Room Nine who has the spirit to keep trying. Which one of you children has the courage not to give up? Huh? How about you, Jamal? Will you try to do a pull-up for the team?” she asked.
    Jamal Hall pulled his shirt up over his face so no one could see him.
    “I believe that's a no,” I said.
    Mrs. looked around some more.
    “Grace?” she said. “How about you? Will you try to do a pull-up for us?”
    “No, I
cant”
she said. “I really, really can't. I'm only strong in my feet.”
    “I'm
not!” yelled a loud voice. “I'm strong all over my whole body!”
    Room Nine turned around.
    It was Strong Frankie again.
    He made another arm muscle at us.
    I stamped my foot at that guy.
    “Stop doing that, Frankie!” I hollered. “Stop tooting your own horn! ’Cause that is not even polite! And anyway, Room Nine has strong people, too! We have peoplewho can do a jillion pull-ups, in fact! So there! Ha!”

    Strong Frankie crossed his muscle arms.
    “Like who?” he asked.
    I put my hands on my hips.
    “Like
lots
of people, that's who! Like, um, well, like … like …”
    Just then, a boy from Room Nine raised his hand a teeny bit.
    “Like me,” he said.
    Then he walked right up to the pull-up bar. And he stood there all by himself.
    I did a gasp.
    Then the other children did gasps, too.
    ’Cause what do you know …
    It was William.

All of Room Nine kept on staring and staring at that boy.
    “Look at his little arms,” whispered that Grace. “Where are his little muscles, do you think?”
    “William doesn't
have
any little muscles,” said Paulie Allen Puffer. “I've seen the wind blow him down on the playground.”
    “Yeah,” said Roger. “William doesn't even know what a pull-up
is,
I bet. Our team is going to look worse than ever.”
    Mrs. snapped her angry fingers at us.
    That woman has ears like a hawk.
    Strong Frankie went first.
    The Room Eight teacher lifted him up to the high bar.
    Then, quick as a wink, he did a loud grunt. And he pulled his chin right up to the bar.
    “ONE!” hollered Room Eight.
    Strong Frankie did another grunt. Then he pulled himself up again.
    “TWO!” shouted Room Eight.
    After that, he just kept right on going. Strong Frankie kept grunting and pulling. And Room Eight kept on counting.
    “THREE!”
    “FOUR!”
    “FIVE!”
    “SIX!”
    “SEVEN!”
    Finally, Strong Frankie dropped down to the ground.
    “SEVEN! SEVEN! STRONG FRANKIE DID SEVEN!” shouted New Thelma.
    Room Nine sat down in the grass real gloomy.
    ’Cause William was next, that's why.
    We covered our eyes and peeked through our fingers.
    Mrs. lifted him up to the pull-up bar.
    It was not fun to watch. ’Cause William just kept dangling and dangling up there. And he didn't even move a muscle.
    Pretty soon, Room Eight started to laugh. It was loudish and meanish.
    I made a fist at those people.
    “Hey! You want a piece of this?” I shouted real mad.
    Mrs. snapped her fingers at me again.
    Then, all of a sudden, William kicked his legs a little bit.
    Then he kicked them again.
    And wowie wow wow!
    His chin went right up to the bar!
    And that is not even the best part! Because as soon as he came down, he went right back up again!
    I springed up from the grass.
    “TWO, WILLIAM! YOU DID TWO PULL-UPS! AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN GRUNT!” I hollered very thrilled.
    William went up again.
    My mouth fell all the way