ninja! I know he is.â I said, âTheyâre still around. Heâs one. Iâll bet youâre training to be one, too. Youâre way too calm for a normal kid.â
âNow youâre getting even more ridiculous,â Kyle said.
âYeah, youâre right,â I said. âMy imagination flies out of control sometimes.â I started to turn away from Kyle, then spun back and threw a hard punch right at his head.
My punch didnât land. Kyle deflected it with a move so fast, it was a blur. Somehow, I was flying through the air. Kyle had flung me over his head like I was no heavier than a single-serving-size bag of potato chips.
âSorry! You caught me by surprise. You okay?â he asked after Iâd bounced to a landing on my back.
âIâm fine. But youâre aâ¦â
His stare cut off my words. âIâm a what?â he asked. His fingertips twitched, like he was thinking about forming fists.
âA great friend,â I said. And I was happy to leave it at that. If Kyle was training to be a ninja, that was his culture, his business, and his secret. I was just happy to have him, and his grandfather, on my side. And I was happy to have the ninja weenies out of action for the moment.
On the way home from school, I saw a sign written in shaky marking pen on the door of the ninja school. Closed due to illness. I guess Master OâRourke had eaten the wrong thing, too.
That night, at my partyâwhich was totally awesome in all waysâKyle handed me an envelope.
âWhatâs this?â I asked.
âYour present.â
I wanted to point out that he and his grandfather had already given me a present, but Iâd promised not to talk about that. I opened the envelope. âWowâthanks!â It was a gift certificate for karate lessons.
âThis place teaches traditional karate. The real stuff. My grandfather picked it out,â Kyle said. âA couple months of this, and you can stand up to the ninja weenies. Not that theyâll still be a problem. Iâm betting theyâll start acting like zombies or Martians pretty soon, now that the fake school is closed. And Iâm pretty sure it wonât open back up.â
âWhat about real ninjas?â I asked. âWill I be able to beat them?â
âDream on,â Kyle said. He gave me a playful punch on the shoulder, then headed across the room toward the snacks, walking silently.
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LITTLE BREAD RIDING HOOD
Little Bread Riding Hood âwe should probably call her LB, or maybe even Ellbee, for shortâwas taking a basket of piping hot dinner rolls to her grandmother, who was currently on a fashionable high-carb, low-protein diet that had been made popular by her favorite skinny-as-a-toothpick celebrity spokesperson.
âBe careful in the woods,â her mother said as Ellbee headed off.
âI will,â Ellbee said, since that was the only acceptable response. Ellbee knew she couldnât reply with something sassy and sarcastic like, âCareful? What fun is that? I plan to gorge myself on highly toxic mushrooms and roll down steep hills covered with poison ivy and sharp rocks. And then Iâll rub noses with a rattlesnake and dance the tango with a grizzly bear.â
She headed along the familiar path through the woods, enjoying the musical chirps of birds, the gentle touch of the warm breeze, and the tantalizing aroma of hot rolls. When she reached her grandmotherâs cabin, she knocked on the door.
âCome in,â her grandmother called in a hoarse whisper.
âYou sound funny,â Ellbee said as she opened the door.
âI have a cold,â her grandmother said.
âWhere are you?â Ellbee asked.
âUp in my bed.â
Ellbee went upstairs to her grandmotherâs bedroom, where she found her grandmother tucked beneath a huge pile of quilts, with her head nestled deep in a stack of fluffy feather
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