ZIGGY LOOKED UP AT THE NIGHT SKY IN AMAZEMENT. The weather had been clear and cold, and thousands of stars decorated the inky blackness of the night. âAwesome, mon,â Ziggy whispered to his friend Rico, who stood shivering beside him. âThey look like shiny pieces of hard candy floating up there, donât they?â
Rico stamped his feet and blew into his gloves. Even though he had on new, fur-lined boots and a down jacket, he felt chilled. âItâs cold out here, Ziggy. Letâs go look at the stars from inside your house.â
Ziggy stretched both his bare hands up to thesky. He wore no gloves, but he rarely took off his favorite hat, a fuzzy black, green, and yellow cap his mother had knit for him. âI feel like I could almost reach up there and pull a star out of the sky and bite it,â Ziggy said with a laugh. âLetâs go in, mon. You look like a chocolate Popsicle!â
The two friends hurried into the warmth of the house, where Ziggyâs mom had mugs of hot chocolate waiting for them. âThanks, Mrs. Colwin,â Rico said as he sipped the warm drink. He was glad they werenât having a meeting of their club, the Black Dinosaurs, in their backyard clubhouse tonight. Ziggy, even though he had been born in the tropical climate of Jamaica, seemed to love the winter weather of Cincinnati, Ohio. He had wanted to meet as they had done all summer, but the chilly winter winds had chased the boys inside.
The doorbell rang, and Ziggy jumped up to answer it. âWhatâs up, dudes?â Ziggy said in greeting to the other two members of the club, Rashawn and Jerome. âYou want some hot chocolate?â
Rashawn, tall, thin, and always ready to go one-on-oneat the basketball court, walked in wearing his favorite army boots and jacket. Jerome, shorter and stronger-looking, grinned at Ziggy, tossed off his leather jacket, and grabbed a mug of hot chocolate in each hand.
âItâs really cold out there!â Jerome exclaimed as he sipped first from one mug, then the other.
âHow you figure you get two cups of cocoa?â Rashawn asked.
âIâm tougher than the rest of you, so I need double the fuel!â he replied with a grin.
Rashawn took the last mug of chocolate, impressed that Ziggyâs mom had known to make extra, and sipped it gratefully. âI just want to make sure I donât get the cup with the pickle in it!â He glanced at Ziggy, who, as usual, was stirring his chocolate with a thick green pickle.
âWhy do you do that, man?â Rico asked, shaking his head.
âThe pickle makes it taste better, mon. Besides, we were out of ketchup!â The other boys groaned, but they were used to Ziggyâs strange food habits.The four of them had been friends since first grade.
âDid you bring your Space Camp stuff?â Rashawn asked the other boys.
âItâs right here in my backpack,â Rico answered, pulling out a folder of forms and instructions.
âThis is going to be so cool!â Jerome and Ziggy pulled out their paperwork as well. âI canât wait to get to Space Camp, mon,â Ziggy exclaimed as he sucked the chocolate off the pickle. âWouldnâtit be awesome to go into space for real?â
âYeah,â Jerome said. âI wonder what you have to do to be an astronaut.â
âI never thought about it,â Rashawn said. âBut I suppose thereâs lots of training.â
âYou gotta learn how to read the instruments and fly the space shuttle,â Rico offered. âAnd know what to do if you have to walk in space and fix something on the outside of the shuttle.â
âI figure you need to practice what it feels like to be weightless so you donât throw up, mon!â Ziggy added.
âWhen we get to Space Camp, you practice that one by yourselfâokay, Ziggy?â Jerome laughed, held his nose, and moved to a chair away from
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