Barbara Park - Junie B., First Grader: Dumb Bunny (Junie B. Jones, No. 27)

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Stop it right now. Stop that squinting. I paused my squint. I'm not just squinting at you, May. I'm also thinking a name about you inside my head. But you don't even know what name I'm thinking.

Cause heads are silent. Which is what I like about heads, I said. May frowned. I started my squint again. Dumb bunny, dumb bunny, dumb bunny, dumb bunny, dumb bunny, I thought. After I finished, I brushed my hands together very satisfied. There.

That ought to hold me for a while, I said. May kept on frowning. Then BLAM! She exploded out of her chair! And she zoomed to the front of the room! Mr. Scary! Mr. Scary! Junie B. called me that name again! I know she did! Only she thought it inside her head! And that is just plain sneaky! Mr.

Scary was writing at his desk. He closed his eyes and did a big breath. May, what are our three new rules about tattling? he asked. You and I came up with three new rules to control your tattling, remember? Can you tell me what they are, please? May stood there a real long time. She did not like the three new rules, I believe. Finally, she started to say them.

Rule number one: Count to twenty before I tattle, she grumped. Mr. Scary nodded. Yes, May. Excellent. Go on. Go on.

Rule number two, said May. If I still feel like tattling, count to twenty again. Mr. Scary did a thumbs-up. Yes, good and rule number three? May sucked in her cheeks. Rule number three: If I still feel like tattling after that go home eat dinner go to bed wake up eat breakfast come back to school raise my hand to tattle then put my hand over my mouth and please be quiet, she said. Mr.

Scary clapped his happy hands. Perfect! You've got it! Those are exactly the rules we talked about, aren't they? he said. I'm very proud of you for remembering them! He stood up and walked her back to her chair. You have a great memory for rules, May, he said. But the next step is to actually follow the rules, okay? And I don't believe you counted to twenty this time, did you? I leaned over and tapped on him. I can vouch for that, I said.

There was definitely no counting. Mr. Scary frowned at me. I'll deal with you in a minute, Miss Jones, he said. You and I are going to review the rules on name-calling. I did a gulp.

But I didn't even call her a name, Mr. Scary. All I did was think a name in my head, I said. May flashed her angry eyes. No, you did not just think it, Junie Jones. You told me you were thinking it.

And that is exactly like saying it, almost, she said. She went on. Plus you didn't even think it quietly. You thought it so loud that I could hear it in your brain. May looked up at Mr. Scary. My ears were tested last year in kindergarten, she said.

The nurse said I can hear as good as a North American barn owl. Mr. Scary stared at her a real long time. No, May. No. I'm sorry, he said finally.

But the nurse did not tell you that. You do not hear as well as a North American barn owl. May squirmed in her chair a little bit. Squirming is what happens after fibbing. At least that has always been my experience. After a minute, May put her head on her desk.

And she covered up with her sweater. Mr. Scary bent down next to me. And as for you, Miss Jones this is the absolute last time that I ever want to talk to you about name-calling, he said. I don't want you to say dumb bunny, or think dumb bunny, or sing dumb bunny, or hum dumb bunny, or write dumb bunny. Do you understand? I tapped my fingers on my desk.

But then what am I supposed to do when May is mean to me? I asked him. I have to call her something or else she won't even know I'm mad. I thought for a second. Then I clapped my hands together. Hey! I know! Maybe I could just