Max冬冬

Miss Kitty is my teacher.

She is the best teacher ever!

She reads stories to us at story time and makes them fun.

Sometimes she puts on a silly costume.

She teaches math and makes it exciting.

Sometimes she brings special treats just for us.

We go on field trips, and we sing songs on the bus.

When we went to the zoo, she told us all about the animals.

Did you know that elephants flap their ears to keep cool?

I wish I could do that.

I wanted to do something special for Miss Kitty on teacher appreciation day.

I asked Dad, "But what can I do?"

I went to Dad's shop to make her something really special.

Dad showed me all his tools.

But using them looked too hard.

Later Mom took me to the mall.

I found just the right present.

Mom said, "I don't think Miss Kitty would really like a Robot Critter-zilla."

Probably not, but I would.

"Please, Mom?" I asked.

"No," Mom said.

Then Mom said, "How about we bake her something?"

I liked that idea.

We drove home.

Mom made my favorite cake for Miss Kitty. I helped.

I put my cake on the table in the front hall so I wouldn't forget it in the morning.

I was all set for teacher appreciation day.

I woke up early and ran downstairs.

But my cake was on the floor.

The dog had eaten most of it.

"I bet Miss Kitty would love a big bouquet of flowers," said Mom.

She quickly cut a bunch from the garden.

Then she wrapped a ribbon around them.

"Here you go," she said. "And hurry. The bus is almost here."

I ran out the front door with my bouquet of flowers for Miss Kitty.

On the bus everyone had big presents in big boxes wrapped in pretty bows.

My present didn't look so good.

I hid it under my seat.

I was almost to my classroom when I noticed that I forgot my flowers on the bus.

The bus was leaving.

Oh, no! What am I going to do now? I thought.

I ran to the back of the classroom.

I got out my drawing pad and drew the quickest, best picture ever.

When it was my turn, I walked up to the front of the class.

With everyone looking at me...

...I gave my picture to Miss Kitty.

She smiled.

Then she put it up on her bulletin board.

Mine was the only picture up there.

What a great present...

...for the best teacher ever.

Chapter 1 I Hate Andrea Young

“Miss Daisy! A.J. hit me!”
“I did not,” I said.
“He did too! He bumped his elbow against my elbow!”
Andrea Young is so annoying. I barely touched her stupid elbow. She was moaning and holding her arm like an elephant stepped on it.
I wish an elephant would step on her head. Andrea has been bothering me since we were little kids. And that’s a long time, because now we’re in second grade.
“I saw A.J. do it, Miss Daisy,” said Emily.
She is Andrea’s friend and is just as annoying. But in a different way.
“Am I going to have to send anyone to Mr. Klutz’s office?” Miss Daisy asked.
Mr. Klutz is the principal, and that means he is like the king of the school.
“No,” me and Andrea said.
“Good, because it’s time for us to go to art class. I don’t want you to miss it. Our art teacher, Ms. Hannah, is really nice, and I’m sure she has some fun activities planned for you.”
“Art?” I said. “I hate art.”
“Oh, you hate everything, A.J.,” said Andrea, who thinks she knows everything.
It just so happens that I do not hate everything. I don’t hate football. I don’t hate skateboarding. I don’t hate trick biking. I don’t hate monster movies.
Especially when the monsters crush cars and stuff. But I do hate school, and I especially hate Andrea.
“I love art,” Andrea announced, like anybody really cared. She took out a big art box she had brought from home. It had crayons and colored pencils and other stuff in it. “When I grow up, I want to be an artist. My mom thinks I’m really creative. I like to create things.”
“She should create an empty space where she is right now,” I whispered to my friend Ryan, who sits in the row next to me.
“Hahahaha!” Ryan laughed, but Miss Daisy made a mean face at him and he shut up.
“Let’s go, second graders!” she said. “Single file to the art room. Ms. Hannah is waiting for us.”
Drawing pictures is for babies, if you ask me. And art is stupid.

An old woman had a cat.
The cat was very old.
She could not run quickly,
and she could not bite,
because she was so old.
One day, the old cat saw a mouse.
She jumped and caught the mouse.
But she could not bite it,
so the mouse got out of her mouth and ran away.
Then the old woman became very angry because the cat did not kill the mouse.
She began to hit the cat.
The cat said: " Do not hit your old servant.
I have worked for you for many years,
and I would work for you still,
but remember what good work the old did when they were young."