âChester likes company.â
I didnât have anything better to do. I found a low branch that I could dig a sneaker into and climbed up on the tree, giving Chester a pat on the top of his head. The pig oinked contentedly.
âAre you going to camp this summer?â I asked Rob.
âMy folks donât believe in camps,â he replied. I remembered that Robâs parents were real back-to-nature types. âThey say planned activity in an artificial environment stifles creativity.â
âI wish I was going to camp,â I said. âI waited the whole school year for summer to come, and now I have nothing to do. This is going to be the most boring summer ever.â
âYou know, a personâs average life expectancy is less than eighty years,â Rob informed me. âThatâs eighty summers of living. Weâve already used up eleven. More than one-eighth of our lives.â
I had never looked at it that way. Rob was always thinking of things that made you look at the world in a new way. In this case, it only made me depressed. It reminded me that I would be twelve in a year, and I wasnât even close to making my first million.
âGâday, mates!â
The voice came from below. Rob and I immediately knew it was Quincy Biddle. Quincy is a girl who moved here from Australia in the middle of fifth grade. âGâday, matesâ is the way Australians say hello.
âLovely arvo,â Quincy said. âMind if I join the chin-wag? I had an appointment at the fang carpenter to adjust my railway tracks.â 1
Australians speak English, but sometimes itâs hard to tell. They use a lot of words that donât exactly make sense in America. Like, when Quincy says the phrase âdead horse,â sheâs not talking about a horse that is dead. She means tomato sauce. It was a little weird the first time I went through the lunch line next to her on pizza day.
You know how Eskimos have about fifty different words to say âsnowâ? Well, Australians have about fifty different ways to say âstupid.â If somebody is stupid, you can call them a drongo. Isnât that a greatword? Or you could call them a boofhead or a ning-nong.
Here are some other words Quincy taught us to use in place of stupid: gumby, nit, alf, mug, deadhead, dipstick, wombat, dill, dag, and ratbag. Youâd be surprised how often this comes in handy in everyday conversation.
Rob invited Quincy to join us, and she climbed the tree. Rob, Chester, and I moved over to make room for her.
âAny bities up here?â Quincy asked. âCripes, Iâm stroppy! I just got off the blower with my crumblies. They live out in woop woop, and they must have ear-bashed me for an hour! It seems they got into a bingle and their Toyota is jigged. Now itâs not worth a crumpet and they canât flog it. Grandpaâs as angry as a frog in a sock!â 2
Man, I could listen to Quincy talk all day.
âBlimey!â Quincy exclaimed. âSome ankle biters have lobbed over.â 3
I looked down to see two little kids. It was the Bogle twins, Eddie and Teddy. Theyâre eight, and annoying. Eddie was holding a big wooden box in his hand.
âWhatcha doing in the tree?â Teddy asked.
âTrying to hide from you gerbils,â I replied.
âCan we climb up?â they asked simultaneously.
âNo!â Rob, Quincy, and I replied. Chester oinked.
They didnât go away. I knew they wouldnât. The Bogle twins never go away. Theyâre like those inflatable punching bags. No matter how many times you knock them down, they always come back for more punishment.
âWhatâs in the box?â I asked Eddie.
âIâll tell you if you let us up.â
âItâs against the law for second graders to climb trees,â Rob informed the twins.
âIt is not,â Teddy countered. âI climb trees all the time.â
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