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Authors: Suzy Kline

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Harry walked proudly to the front of the line. Then he gave me back cuts.
“Be thinking of good places to tape your webs,” Miss Mackle said. “Think about where Charlotte might like to spin hers.”
Very quietly we walked down the hall.
“After you find a place to put your web,” Miss Mackle whispered, “go to the end of the line.”
When Ida taped her cobweb in the doorway of the secretary's office, the secretary, Mrs. Foxworth, looked up and jerked back. Her pencil fell off her ear and into her coffee cup.
“How nice!” she said reading the cobweb. But she wasn't smiling. Everyone could tell she didn't like spiders.
Mary put her cobweb down by the girls lavatory. Two little kindergart ners who were washing their hands asked, “Why did you put that there?”
“To celebrate a great story about a spider.”
“You mean the spider that sat next to Miss Muffet?”
“Good guess, but that's not the right spider,” Mary replied. “Keep guessing!”
Sidney put his cobweb in the computer room. The computer teacher, Mr. Landers, asked, “Are you saying that my room is dusty by putting that spider in it?”
Sidney cackled, “Nope! Guess again. It's an important reason!
Mr. Landers tried to think harder.
I put my magnum opus on the back of the librarian's chair. Mrs. Michaelsen didn't even see me do it. She was reading.
Song Lee put her cobweb with
HUMBLE
on it hanging from the school stairwell.
Miss Mackle helped some children who wanted their webs next to EXIT signs and over the tops of doors.
When we got to the principal's office, Harry tiptoed inside. Mr. Cardini was on the phone. He had his back to Harry. Very quietly, Harry taped his cobweb to the principal's closet door.
When all twenty-four cobwebs were put somewhere in South School, we hurried back to class.
As soon as everyone was in their seats, Miss Mackle waved her hands in the air. “We did it! What fun!”
Everyone clapped their hands.
Just then Mr. Cardini showed up at the door. Everyone stopped cheering. He was holding Harry's cobweb in his hand. “What is the meaning of this?” he said, pointing to the bloody spider.
Miss Mackle's voice was shaking, “We ... we ...”
Harry stood up and finished her sentence, “It's an invasion of cobwebs to celebrate
Charlotte's Web.
We love that book.”
“And now,” Mr. Cardini said in a loud, booming voice, “we have spider webs ALL OVER SOUTH SCHOOL!”
Everyone slowly nodded their head.
Miss Mackle did too.
“Even one on my closet door!” he added waving it in the air.
And then Mr. Cardini started to smile, “I love it! It's a wonderful idea! Now I just have to put this cobweb back where it belongs. On my door!”
When he left the room, Miss Mackle looked at us and laughed.
We did too.
Sometimes Harry's horrible ideas make South School an exciting place.
Demonstrations
Miss Mackle gave Room 2B a home-work assignment for Friday. “I want you to demonstrate to the class how to do something,” she said.
Mary raised her hand, “Can I show how I braid my hair each morning?”
“That would be a good demonstration,” Miss Mackle said.
I looked over at Harry. He was thinking already. At lunch when he was twirling the spaghetti around his fork he said, “I could bring my microscope to class and show how to make a slide.”
“What would you look at on the slide?” I asked chomping into some garlic bread.
“Easy,” Harry replied. “I'd prick my finger and put a drop of blood on the slide.”
“Eeyew!
Blood!” Ida said as she joined us at the lunch table.
“Blood is beautiful under the microscope,” Harry replied.
“Blood is horrible,” Mary said sitting down next to Ida and Song Lee.
“But,” I said, “it would take too long for the class to take turns to look at the slide.”
“Probably,” Harry agreed.
“I am going to demonstrate how to weave on a loom,” Ida said. “I can make pot holders and other things. Mostly, pot holders though. I have eleven at home.”
“What are you doing Song Lee?” Harry asked.
“I don't like to speak in front of class,” she said.
“How long have you been in America?” Harry asked.
“I come to America one year ago.”
“You speak very well,” Harry replied. “Want to be my assistant?”
Song Lee beamed. “I help you Harry. What is your demonstration?”
Harry grinned, “How to make green slime.”
“Aaauuugh!” Ida and Mary replied.
“I help make green slime,” Song Lee said.
Friday morning, everyone came to school with boxes and bags of stuff. Miss Mackle moved a long table in front of the class so we would have a platform to work on. She also invited the librarian, Mrs. Michaelsen, and the principal, Mr. Cardini.
They sat in the back of the room on small chairs.
Mary went first. She brought her doll and demonstrated how to braid hair.
Ida went second. She showed how to make a pot holder on her loom. When she finished she gave it to Miss Mackle.
“I don't get one?” Mr. Cardini com plained from the back of the room.
Everyone laughed.
“I'll bring you one from home,” Ida said.
When it was Sidney's turn, everyone waited for him to unpack his big sack.
“Today, I am going to demonstrate how to make a canary out of tinker toys.”
Harry made a face.
I shook my head.
Everyone watched as Sidney put round pieces into sticks, and then made it stand alone on the table.
“That's a canary!” He said.
Everyone clapped except Harry and me.
My turn was next. I stood up with my bag of stuff and walked to the platform.
“I need an assistant,” I said.
Everyone raised his hand except Song Lee. She was waiting to be Harry's assistant.
“Me! Me! Me!” Sidney shouted out.
“I'd like to volunteer!” a voice said from the back of the room.
Everyone turned. It was the principal !
“YES!!” everyone called out. “The principal!”
I was beginning to get nervous. I wasn't planning on working with ... the principal!
“I guess I'm elected,” Mr. Cardini said.
Everyone watched Mr. Cardini come to the front of the room.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I whispered to the principal.
“This is the best part about my job,” he whispered back to me. “I get to have a little fun!”
I took a deep breath, and pointed to the teacher's big reading chair. “Please be seated, sir,” I said.
The principal sat down and faced the class.
I took a plastic cape out of my bag and carefully put it around the principal. Then I tied it behind his neck.
“Today,” I said, “I am going to demonstrate how to ...”
All the kids were half off their seats watching and listening.
“... how to spike your hair.”
“OOOOHH!” the class shouted.
Miss Mackle needed a chair. She went to sit next to the librarian in the back of the room.
“Let's hope my wife will like it,” Mr. Cardini said.
The class laughed.
I took my can of mousse and sprayed the foam on Mr. Cardini's hair. He had lots of it.
Slowly I rubbed the stuff into his head. It was a funny feeling to be massaging the principal's head. But he had lots of good hair to work with. I was beginning to enjoy myself.
“Ahhhh ...” Mr. Cardini said. “That feels good.”

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