The Big Nap
“Little Bo, Creep At recess, I waited outside the classroom for Bo Newt. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after all the other kids had split, I poked my head through the door. What I saw left me colder than a penguin's lunch box.
A blackboard. A student. Bo was cleaning the blackboard! I blinked, then shook my head. Usually the teacher's pets—Igor Beaver, Bitty Chu, and Cassandra the Stool Pigeon—fought for the honor of erasing.
But Bo?
My salamander buddy liked to roughhouse, tell booger jokes, and draw rude pictures. He had about as much class as a wildebeest in a dinner jacket. Bo was no teacher's pet.
Things were worse than I'd thought.
At last, Bo finished erasing and exited the classroom with an armload of books.
I fell in beside him. "Hey, ace, what's shaking?" He stared straight ahead, shuffling like a windup toy.
"Saw you at the blackboard," I said. "You haven't gone all teacher's pet on me, have you?" This was a serious insult. The old Bo Newt would've decked me in a heartbeat.
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