Lois Lowry - Gooney the Fabulous

Illustrated by Middy Thomas

Houghton Mifflin Company Boston 2007
Walter Lorraine Books

For Schuyler and Gabrielle Small.L.L.

For Rhys Avery Harrison, a fabulous little girl.M.T.

Walter Lorraine Books

Text copyright 2007 by Lois Lowry
Illustrations by Middy Thomas 2007 by Houghton Mifflin Company

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Lowry, Lois.
Gooney the fabulous / Lois Lowry ; illustrated by Middy Thomas,
p. cm.
"Walter Lorraine books."
Summary: Gooney Bird Greene takes charge of a class project as she and her fellow
students in Mrs. Pidgeon's second grade class learn about fables by each making up
their own based on an animal that begins with the same letter as their first name.
ISBN-13: 978-0-618-76691-8
ISBN-10: 0-618-76691-X
[1. AuthorshipFiction. 2. FablesFiction. 3. SchoolsFiction. 4. Humorous stories.]
I. Thomas, Middy Chilman, 1931- ill. II. Title.
PZ7.L9673Goo 2007
[Fic]dc22
2006035594

Printed in the United States of America
MP 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

"And so," Mrs. Pidgeon said, reading the final page of the book she was holding, "because the ant had worked very hard, he and his friends had food all winter. But the grasshopper had none, and found itself dying of hunger."

"Oh, no!" Keiko wailed. "I hate stories where people die!"

Malcolm, who had been rolling paper into balls while he listened to the story, tossed a little paper pellet at Keiko. "It's not people," he pointed out. "It's a dumb grasshopper! It's only a grasshopper! Just a grasshopper!"

"Nobody cares if a grasshopper dies!" Tyrone said.

"I do," Keiko murmured sadly. She folded her arms on her desk and then laid her head down on her arms.

"It's only a fable," Mrs. Pidgeon said. She held up the book. "Aesop's Fables is the title. Aesop was a man who lived a very long time ago. He was the creator of all of these fables. Tomorrow I'll read you another."

"Not about anybody dying!" Keiko implored, raising her head.

"No," Mrs. Pidgeon agreed. She leafed through the book. "I won't read 'The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing,' then, because I believe that one ends with the wolf eating the lamb"

"Oh, noooo!" Keiko put her head back down and groaned.

"But I could read 'The Fox and the Grapes.' I think you'll enjoy that one, Keiko. You had some nice grapes in your lunch last week. I remember that you passed them around. That was very generous."

Keiko looked up and nodded. "Red seedless," she reminded everyone, "from my parents' grocery store. But Malcolm started a squishing contest, so I'm not bringing grapes ever again."

It was true. And unfortunately some of Mrs. Pidgeon's second-graders had joined in Malcolm's grape-squishing contest enthusiastically Lester Furillo, the school custodian at the Watertower Elementary School, had had to come in during recess with his Shop-Vac to clean the floor of the multipurpose room where the children ate their lunch each day.

Mrs. Pidgeon placed the Aesop book upright, so the cover was visible, on top of the bookcase near the windows. "Time for social studies," she said. "But first, who would like to tell me what the moral is in 'The Ant and the Grasshopper'? Hands, please."

She looked around. "Barry Tuckerman?" As usual, Barry's hand was waving in the air.

"What's a moral?" Barry asked.

"My goodness," Mrs. Pidgeon said, "I should have explained that! Every fable has a moral. A moral is..." She hesitated.

Then she said, "Class, this is an opportunity to use our new dictionaries!"

She wrote the word on the board: MORAL.

The room was silent for a moment except for the sound of pages turning, as all the second-graders looked through the brand-new dictionaries that they had recently been given.

Gooney Bird Greene found it first and raised her hand. She was wearing fingerless gloves today, and a long flannel dress with a ruffle around the bottom; it looked suspiciously like a nightgown. Gooney Bird was known for her unusual outfits.

When Mrs. Pidgeon pointed to her, Gooney Bird stood and read aloud, "'A conclusion about how to behave, based on events in a story.'"

"Good dictionary work, Gooney Bird," said the teacher. "And so what was the moral of the fable about the ant and the grasshopper? What was the conclusion about how to behave?"

Gooney Bird rolled her eyes. "I could tell you," she said, "but I think it would be better if Malcolm did, because Malcolm is the one who needs advice on behavior!"

Mrs. Pidgeon chuckled. "Malcolm?" she said, pointing to him. He had the lid of his desk raised, and was shuffling the papers inside.

"What?" he asked, looking out from behind the raised lid.

"Could you tell us, please, what behavior we learned from the fable I just read?"

"Huh?"

Mrs. Pidgeon jiggled her knee. She always did that when she felt impatient. "Malcolm," she said, "I just read the class a

story, a fable, actually, about a grasshopper and an ant. Maybe you didn't listen well. The ant worked very hard collecting and storing food, while the grasshopper just played and chirped. Then when winter came, the ant and his fellow ants all had plenty to eat, but the grasshopper"

"Starved!"Keiko wailed."And died!"

Tricia reached over and patted Keiko's back, to comfort her.

"So, Malcolm," Mrs. Pidgeon went on, "what do we learn from the story?"

Malcolm thought. "Don't step on ants," he said at last. "If ants are there, don't step on them. Never step on ants."

Mrs. Pidgeon sighed. She was silent for a long time. Everyone had noticed that Malcolm had recently begun saying everything three times. He couldn't seem to help it. They were all trying to ignore it, but sometimes it was difficult. The second-graders watched Mrs. Pidgeon. Finally she said, "Let's get out our social studies books, class. Turn to the chapter called 'Cities and Towns,' please."

"Wait!" called Malcolm. "I know! Clean up your crumbs after lunch or your kitchen will be full of ants! Don't leave your crumbs around! Wipe up any crumbs!"

"That's page thirty-two, class," Mrs. Pidgeon said. She held up the social studies book, open to a picture of a city filled with skyscrapers.

"Felicia Ann?" she said. "Did I see your hand up?"

Felicia Ann, looking at the floor, nodded. She was the shyest person in Mrs. Pidgeon's second grade. She never looked up. She rarely spoke above a whisper.

"Did you want to say something?" the teacher asked her.

"Yeth, pleathe," whispered Felicia Ann. She had recently lost her two front teeth.

"Listen, class," Mrs. Pidgeon said, and held her finger in front of her mouth so that the children would be quiet.

"Work hard and don't play all the time,"Felicia Ann said, blushing. "Plan ahead. Then you'll be ready for anything! A flood, or a blitherd"

"What's a blitherd?" asked Beanie. "I never heard of a blitherd."

"She means blizzard," Gooney Bird explained.

"Yeth," Felicia Ann agreed. "Blitherd. And that'th the moral!" She looked up shyly and grinned.