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“Don’t worry, Dana,” said Myron. “She’ll be all right.” But he wasn’t really so sure.
He gave Pugsy to the vet, walked Dana home, then walked home himself.
Dana was so upset that she forgot to thank him. Myron didn’t mind. He thought that was what being class president was all about.
The next morning, before he went to school, Myron went to Dana’s house. Pugsy was there. She seemed all right.
Dana petted her. Pugsy licked her face.
“See, Myron, she’s all right,” said Dana. “The vet said that you brought her in just in time.”
“Hi, Pugsy,” said Myron. He petted her.
Pugsy bit his hand.
“I guess she doesn’t know you,” said Dana. “She was unconscious yesterday when you saved her life.”
Dana’s mother put some medicine and a Band-Aid on Myron’s hand. Then she drove the children to school.
They were late. They ran up the stairs to Mrs. Jewls’s class. The room was completely dark.
“It’s about time you got here, Myron,” said Mrs. Jewls. “We have no lights.”
“Why didn’t somebody else just turn them on?” asked Myron.
“Because you’re class president,” said Mrs. Jewls. “Show Stephen how to work the lights. From now on he will be class president.”
Myron showed Stephen how to turn on the lights. He flicked the switch up.
At the end of the day, Myron showed Stephen how to turn the lights off. He flicked the switch down.
After a week, Stephen finally caught on. He made a good president. The lights were on every morning.
Myron, who was president for only a day, was the best president in the history of Wayside School. It was just that nobody knew it.
? Sideways Stories from Wayside School ?
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Maurecia
Maurecia liked ice cream. She was sweet and pretty and could beat up any boy in Mrs. Jewls’s class. Everybody liked Maurecia – except Kathy, but then she didn’t like anybody. Maurecia only liked ice cream.
Every day Maurecia brought an ice cream cone to school and kept it in her desk until lunch time. At first she brought chocolate ice cream every day. But she soon tired of chocolate ice cream. So she started bringing vanilla. But she got tired of vanilla, too. Then she got tired of strawberry, fudge ripple, butter pecan, pistachio, and burgundy cherry, in that order. And then a terrible thing happened. Maurecia got tired of ice cream. By that time her desk was a mess, and everything in it was sticky.
Everybody liked Maurecia. But Maurecia didn’t like anything.
Mrs. Jewls hated to see Maurecia unhappy.
“I don’t understand it, Mrs. Jewls,” cried Maurecia. “There just aren’t any good flavors anymore.”
So Mrs. Jewls worked all night. The next day she brought in a new flavor of ice cream for Maurecia. It was Maurecia-flavored ice cream. “Everybody will like it,” thought Mrs. Jewls, “because everybody likes Maurecia.”
“Here you are, Maurecia,” said Mrs. Jewls, “Maurecia-flavored ice cream.”
Everybody gathered around as Maurecia tasted it. They hoped she’d like it.
Maurecia took a lick.
