18. THE CAGED BIRD AND THE BATBy Nicky GrischottiIn a village far, far away there once lived a pretty little songbird.She was in fact a very grumpy, bad-tempered little songbird. You see, shed been caught and trapped by a young woodsman named Fergus Fowler and he had locked her in a cage outside his cottage window.So there she sat looking out through the bars, longing to be free, mumbling and grumbling all through the day.'That nasty, horrible, grubby little good for nothing…with his muddy knees and dirty feet and his hooks and his nets and his traps…going about catching us happy folk…'But oh when she sang!Youve never heard such a beautiful sound. She would sing of the fields and the flowers, of the wind ruffling her feathers and the sun warming her wings. She would sing of the sound of waterfalls and cool mountain streams tinkling and splashing over pebbles. It was a magical song that you wished to hear from the first light of dawn till last thing at night…But that is something our little songbird…never…ever…did. Not a peep, not a whistle, not a single twitter tweet would she utter during daytime hours.'I have my reasons,' said the song-bird smugly to herself. 'Oh no…no Ill not do that again…Ive learned that sure enough.' Now Fergus Fowler wasnt such a bad young lad. He was a kind, sensitive boy and he was a really terrible hunter and if he did by some extraordinary good luck actually catch a guinea-fowl or �field mouse he always set it free. He couldnt bear to see it suffer. The only creature that Fergus Fowler had ever actually trapped and kept and loved very much was the songbird. 1'What a wonderful song,' he said… 'Now you can sing for me every day!' But the little songbird hadnt sung from that day to this.'I might be a useless hunter,'Fergus mumbled to the little bird, feeding her some of his bread, 'but youre a bit of a useless songbird too. Youre very sweet and pretty, but you never, EVER sing!' Which was true as

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20. THE LION AND THE ELEPHANTBy Jan PayneIt was nearly morning and the Lion had just gone to bed.He pulled the grass duvet over his head and closed his eyes. He was just about to fall asleep when a noise sounded across the plain.COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO! It was the Cockerel crowing. COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO! The Lion put his paws over his ears.Go away, he cried, go away!But the Cockerel didnt want to go away. He wanted to tell the world what a beautiful morning it was.The Lion kept his head under the duvet.That noise is driving me mad, he said. It was the same every morn- ing. The sun came up and the Cockerel crowed. And each time he heard it the Lion hated it more. It made him feel afraid.Why is it, he asked himself, that someone like me, who is brave and strong and fearless should be afraid of the sound of a harmless cockerel?He decided to talk to the other animals. Monkeys, he asked, does the sound of the Cockerel make you feel afraid?No, said the monkeys together. Were not afraid of anything. Hippopotamus, asked the Lion, you are big and strong like me. Is there anything that frightens you?The hippopotamus was bathing in the river. He blew a stream of bubbles out of his nose.Nothing frightens me, he said. Not even the sound of a cockerel crowing.1Especially not the sound of a cockerel crowing.Ashamed of his weakness the Lion turned away. A crocodile was sunbathing near by.Are you afraid of anything, Croco-dile? the Lion asked.The crocodile thought for a moment.Jam sandwiches! he answered. The Lion thought this was a strange thing for the crocodile to be afraid about, but he didnt argue.Just then an elephant lumbered out of the forest.If anyone can answer my question, he can, thought the Lion.Elephant, can I speak to you? he asked. Not today, Lion, said the Elephant, shaking his head. I have a prob- lem.Is it a serious problem? asked the Lion.It is to me, said the Elephant. And he shook his head so hard the Lion

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6. THE GNAT AND THE LIONBy Jan PayneFar, far away in a hot land called Africa, lived a Gnat and a Lion. These two creatures were com- plete opposites. One was weak and one was strong. One was huge and �one was tiny. One was fierce and one was timid. They met one dark night, and this is what happened. The Gnat had gone to sleep. He had made himself a swinging hammock on a blade of grass and he was snoring gently.The Lion was awake. He was hunt-ing - and his roar could be heard in the distance.It woke the Gnat. What is that? he asked. The Lion roared again. The sound was even louder.Its getting closer, thought the Gnat, holding his breath. A minute later the Lion came into view.When the Gnat saw who it was he felt relieved. Oh! he said. Its only you. This annoyed the Lion. Only me! he murmured silkily, narrowing his yellow eyes. Are you aware I am the King of the Beasts. When Lions narrow their eyes and murmur silkily, they are at their most dangerous.But the Gnat wasnt worried.He opened his tiny mouth and yawned.You may be the King of the Beasts,he said, but I can outwit you anytime.The Lion snorted.�Ha! he said. I could flatten you with one swipe of my paw.The Gnat stood up on his spindly legs.Go on then, he said.1The lion raised his paw above his head and brought it down as hard as he could.The Gnat jumped out of the way. Missed, he said. Humming a little tune he began buzzing round the Lions head.� �Zzzz, Zzzz, Zzzz,Diddly, Diddly, Dee. Zzzz, Zzzz, Zzzz, Try And Catch Me.� The Lion was furious. He twisted his head this way and that. He snapped, he snarled, he swirled his tail, he swiped with his paws. But the Gnat was too nimble. A thought came into the Lions head. � If I keep perfectly still, the Gnat will settle down, and I can pounce.But the Gnat didnt settle down. He acted quickly.�� ��� ����i��� �� ��� �i��� �����And began to bite. Roaring with pain the Lion shook his head. He stuffed his claws up

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8. THE FOX AND THE GRAPESBy Tony PayneOne hot day at the end of summer a fox trotted along the dusty path to a farm, listening out for other �creatures and sniffing the air, as foxes do. It was getting late, and after a long day the sun looked a little red in the face and had dropped out of sight behind a bush. It was the time of day that the fox liked best. The farmers work �was finished. He had taken off his muddy boots and gone inside for tea. The fox only showed himself when the farmer had left his boots outside. Then, if he came running after the fox with his gun - as �farmers do - he would first have to sit on the step, put his boots back �on again, and the fox would have plenty of time to run away. �The fox is certainly very clever, and handsome too, but no one knows this better than the fox himself.He would look at his reflection forhours admiring his beautiful red �coat with its snow white bib. He would look at his smart black legs, which matched his sleek black ears. And his sleek black ears matched his shiny black nose, which looked exactly like a small polished pebble. But best of all, he thought, was his glorious bushy tail, like a big, soft paintbrush dipped in whitewash.The farmer locked in the hens at night, and the rabbits and geese, and he shooed the ducks onto their little island in the middle of the �duck pond so that the clever fox �could not get them. He knew the fox hated swimming. But the fox did not only eat chick-ens and rabbits and ducks and geese, though he would put them �all on the menu given half a chance. If he couldnt get into the hen house, and he couldnt swim to the duck island, and if the geese made a fuss and rattled their beaks at him - as geese do - then there was always something else to eat. 1There were slugs and grasshop-pers and mice and worms and frogs and eggs and big meaty bones the farmer put out with the rubbish. And tonight there was fruit!The fox looked up at a huge bunch of juic

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14. THE VAIN AND THE GRASSHOPPERBy Rob JohnOne day a king was sitting in his garden watching a pair of peacocks walking proudly across the lawn. See how beautiful those birds are, he said to the Queen. Our pea- cocks with their blue and green feathers and long shiny tails are the most beautiful birds in the whole world.Just then a swan flew over the garden and landed gracefully on the Kings lake.No, said the Queen. I think the swan with its long neck and silky white wings is the most beautiful bird in the world. Peacock! said the King Wrong said the Queen. Swan! The King didnt like being told he was wrong so he decided to hold a competition. All the birds were ordered to come to the palace garden on Saturday afternoon. There the King and Queen and their friends would decide which one was the most beautiful. Theres no point, said the Queen. The swan is bound to win.Peacock! said the King as he sent out his orders.The birds were very excited when they heard about the competition and there was much polishing of beaks and combing of feathers �as they all made themselves look beautiful for the great competition. �All that is except for the jackdaws.No point, said the Chief Jackdaw. Were not going to win this. Every-one knows that we jackdaws arent beautiful.Im not bad looking, said a young jackdaw. I might be in with a chance.Dont make me laugh. Look at yourself. Your feathers are all grey and black, your beaks too long for your head and you look like you �havent had a bath in a month. 1Youre a scruffy little �ackdaw like �s. �ere ��e�er a�� ������� a�� ��hee�y ��t ���e �� �s �s e�er ����� to win a beauty competition.The young Jackdaw was upset. Right, he said. Ill show em.�e�t �ay the y���� �a���a� �e� to the Kings garden where he found two long green and blue �peacock feathers lying in the grass. He picked them up in his beak and carried them back to his nest. Then, down by the Kings lake, he fo

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17. THE LION AND THE MOUSEBy Rob JohnA Mouse was scurrying through the forest when he saw a Lion sleeping under a tree. The Mouse stopped and said to the Lion. You may be very big but Im not scared of you.The Mouse climbed up the Lions tail and sat down on its back leg. Oh no, Mr Lion, you dont frighten me one little bit. Still the Lion didnt move so the Mouse walked along the Lions side and climbed up towards his head. All the animals in the forest are scared of you, Mr Lion, but not us mice 'cos mice are the bravest creatures in the world.Again the Lion didnt move so the mouse climbed up the lions face and shouted in his ear. Why should we be scared of lazy lions who spend all day snoring under trees?The Mouse was enjoying himself and feeling very brave when henoticed that the Lions eye was open and looking straight at him. Quick as a flash the Lion grabbed the little Mouse in his paw.What were you saying? said the Lion. Nothing, said the little Mouse. Something about brave mice and lazy lions That wasnt me, said the Mouse. Id never say that. I think lions are Quiet, said the Lion. Im going to eat you. What do you think about that? Dont think thats a good idea, said the Mouse. Whys that? said the Lion. Because Because what? said the Lion. Because And suddenly an �idea flashed into the Mouses tiny head. Because one day I could help you.The Lion roared with laughter. You? How could a tiny Mouse help a huge Lion like me..?1I dont know, said the Mouse. Maybe I could Yes? said the Lion. Maybe I could Yes?The Mouse couldnt think of a single way in which a tiny Mouse could help a Lion. He shut his eyes �and waited to be eaten.But the Lion didnt eat the Mouse. He just laughed and gently put the Mouse down on the ground. Thats the funniest thing Ive ever heard, said the Lion. A tiny Mouse helping a huge Lion like me. Im not going to eat you after all, little Mo

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25. THE KID AND THE WOLFBy Sue ReidOnce there was a billy goat kid who lived with his mother on a farm. Each morning he and the other goats were herded into a meadow. And each evening they were driven home again. At the edge of the field was a wood. The grass grew thick and sweet there because the goats never went near it. The kid looked at it longingly. Dont go there, the other goats warned him. A big bad wolf lives in that wood. Yes, mind you stay close by me, said his mother. At first the kid did stay close by his mother.But with each day that passed his horns grew bigger.I am not a little kid any more, he thought. I can look after myself. Anyway, I dont believe a wolf lives in that wood. The goats are just a bunch of scaredy-cats! He trot- ted over to where the juiciest grass grew. The goats shook their heads when they saw where the kid was. Baaa. Silly young thing, they said. Well, we did warn him. The little kid was very happy. He tore up the long stalks of sweet grass. He was so busy eating that he didnt hear his mother call him. He didnt even notice the dogs rounding up the goats to drive them home.Oh, I do hope my lit- tle goat is safe, his mother said as�they were herded out of the field.At last the kid had had enough. He lifted up his head.The goats had gone. He was all alone. Long shadows crept towards him.It was growing dark. The kid did not feel so big and brave any more. Mother, he bleated, running up �and down the field. Where are you? I want to go home. But his Mother didnt hear him. She was far away, down the lane.But someone heard him. Big yellow eyes followed the kid, as he ran up �and down the field. It was the wolf. He couldnt believe his luck. Its time for my dinner and that kid will do nicely, he smiled.1And with a single bound he was out of the wood. The kid tried to run away, but the wolf put out a paw. Whoa! he growled.Not so fast! He smacked his lips. If

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Little House in the Big Woods BY LAURA INGALLS WILDERA Division of HarpcrColl'msPublishers LITTLE HOUSE IN THE BIG WOODS 1 WINTER DAYS AND WINTER NIGHTS 24 THE LONG RIFLE 45 CHRISTMAS 59 SUNDAYS 83 Two BIG BEARS 101 THE SUGAR SNOW 117 DANCE AT GRANDPA'S 131 GOING TO TOWN 156 SUMMERTIME 177 HARVEST 199 THE WONDERFUL MACHINE 212 THE DEER IN THE WOOD 229Little House in the Big Woods 1LITTLE HOUSE IN THE BIG WOODS nce upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of logs. The great, dark trees of the Big Woods stood all around the house, and beyond them were other trees and beyond them were more trees. As far as a man could go to the north in a day, or a week, or a whole month, there was nothing but woods. There were no houses. O 2 LITTLE HOUSE IN THE BIG WOODS There were no roads. There were no people. There were only trees and the wild animals who had their homes among them. Wolves lived in the Big Woods, and bears, and huge wild cats. Muskrats and mink and otter lived by the streams. Foxes had dens in the hills and deer roamed everywhere. To the east of the little log house, and to the west, there were miles upon miles of trees, and only a few little log houses scattered far apart in the edge of the Big Woods. So far as the little girl could see, there was only the one little house where she lived with her father and mother, her sister Mary and baby sister Carrie. A wagon track ran before the house, turning and twisting out of sight in the woods where the wild animals lived, but the little girl did not know where it went, nor what might be at the end of it. The little girl was named Laura and she called her father, Pa, and her mother, Ma. In those days and in that place, children did not3 LITTLE HOUSE IN THE BIG WOODS say Father and Mother, nor Mamma and Papa, as they do now. At night, when Laura lay awake in the trundle bed, she listened and could not hear anything at all but the sound of t

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Illustrations by Trip ParkR.L. STINEFor Lawson…TPContentsMorning Announcements . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .11. Bite My Beak!Ž . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .32. A Noisy Tug-of-War . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .93. Totally Busted . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .144. Whos a Dumb Tweet? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .185. The Ecch Needs a Partner . . . . . . . . . . .236. Time to Start Gacking . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .297. Get Out the Mop . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .348. Is There a Cure for Bad Luck? . . . . . .399. Lippy Takes a Powder . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .441O.Angels Little Joke . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5O11.Good News, Bad News . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .56Map . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .ix12.Bernie the Human Pretzel . . . . . . . . .6O13.What Have I Done? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .6414.Who Deserves a Little Bad Luck? . .6615.Bird Plop for Brains . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .7216.Time to Start Acking . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .7617.URRRRRRP, Crench Replied . . . . . . .8O18.Gassy Shows Off . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .8319.Whos a Good Bird? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .882O.Eeathers Ely . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .9421.L-O-S-E-R . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1O222.Elat Bernie . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1O7About the AuthorOther Books by Rotten School SeriesCreditsCoverCopyrightAbout the PublisherMap Good morning, Rotten Students. This is Head-master Upchuck. Please put away all sharp objects. You know you cant be trusted with sharp objects. I hope you are all having a Rotten Day. Here arethis mornings important announcements. . . .Im sorry to announce that third grader HarryLegg is the first student in school history to flunkMorning Announcements. Im sure Harry will do mu

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Corne Home to Little House "Five Generations of Pioneer Girls WHERE LITTLE HOUSE BEGAN Martha Morse Laura's great-grandmother born 1782 BOSTON'S LITTLE HOUSE GIRL Charlotte Tucker Laura's grandmother born 1809 SPIRIT OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER Caroline Quiner Laura's mother born 1839 AMERICA'S ORIGINAL PIONEER GIRL Laura Ingalls born 1867 PIONEER FOR A NEW CENTURY Rose Wilder Laura's daughter born 1886 These Happy GoldenYears BY LAURA INGALLS WILDER ILLUSTRATED BY GARTH WILLIAMS CONTENTS LAURA LEAVES HOME 1 FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL 11 ONE WEEK 21 SLEIGH BELLS 30 A STIFF UPPER LIP 46 MANAGING 53 A KNIFE IN THE DARK 60 A COLD RIDE 69 THE SUPERINTENDENT'S VISIT 78 ALMANZO SAYS GOOD-BY 82 JINGLE BELLS 89 EAST OR WEST, HOME IS BEST 95 SPRINGTIME 102 HOLDING DOWN A CLAIM 114 MARY COMES HOME 123 SUMMER DAYS 130 BREAKING THE COLTS 140 THE PERRY SCHOOL 147 THE BROWN POPLIN 157 NELLIE OLESON 170 BARNUM AND SKIP 185 SINGING SCHOOL 201 BARNUM WALKS 209 ALMANZO GOES AWAY 217 THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS 223 TEACHERS' EXAMINATIONS 232 SCHOOL DAYS END 236 THE CREAM-COLORED HAT 239 SUMMER STORM 251 SUNSET ON THE HILL 259 WEDDING PLANS 265 "HASTE TO THE WEDDING" 272 LITTLE GRAY HOME IN THE WEST 279 These Happy Golden Years LAURA LEAVES HOME Sunday afternoon was clear, and the snow-covered prairie sparkled in the sunshine. A little wind blew gently from the south, but it was so cold that the sled runners squeaked as they slid on the hard-packed snow. The horses' hoofs made a dull sound, clop, clop, clop. Pa did not say anything. Sitting beside him on the board laid across the bob-sled, Laura did not say anything, either. There was nothing to say. She was on her way to teach school. Only yesterday she was a schoolgirl; now she was a schoolteacher. This had happened so suddenly. Laura could hardly stop expecting that tomorrow she would be going to school with little sister Carrie, and sitting in her seat with Ida Brown. But tomorrow she would be teach-ing school. 1 THESE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARS She d

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Corne Home to Little House "Five Generations of Pioneer Girls WHERE LITTLE HOUSE BEGAN Martha Morse Laura's great-grandmother born 1782 BOSTON'S LITTLE HOUSE GIRL Charlotte Tucker Laura's grandmother born 1809 SPIRIT OF THE WESTERN FRONTIER Caroline Quiner Laura's mother born 1839 AMERICA'S ORIGINAL PIONEER GIRL Laura Ingalls born 1867 PIONEER FOR A NEW CENTURY Rose Wilder Laura's daughter born 1886 THE LITTLE HOUSE BOOKSby Laura Ingalls WilderLITTLE HOUSE IN THE BIG WOODSLITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIEFARMER BOYON THE BANKS OF PLUM CREEKBY THE SHORES OF SILVER LAKETHE LONG WINTERLITTLE TOWN ON THE PRAIRIETHESE HAPPY GOLDEN YEARSTHE FIRST FOUR YEARSThe FirstFour YearsThe FirstFour YearsBY LAURA INGALLS WILDERILLUSTRATED BY GARTH WILLIAMSThe First Four YearsText copyright © 1971 by Roger Lea MacBrideIllustrations copyright © 1971 by Garth WilliamsFirst Harper Trophy edition, 1972.All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any man-ner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotationsembodied in critical articles and reviews. Printed in the United States of Amer-ica. For information address HarperCollins Children's Books, a division ofHarperCollins Publishers, 10 East 53rd Street, New York, NY 10022.Library of Congress Catalog Card Number 76-135774ISBN 0-06-026426-8ISBN 0-06-026427-6 (lib. bdg.)ISBN 0-06-440031-X (pbk.)CONTENTSINTRODUCTION ixPROLOGUE xviiTHE FIRST YEAR 1 THE SECOND YEAR 61THE THIRD YEAR 84A YEAR OF GRACE 98INTRODUCTIONThis tale begins where These Happy Golden Years ends. It tells of the struggleof Laura and Almanzo Wilder duringtheir first years of marriage and is the next chap-ter in the story begun in Laura's childhood eightbooks earlier. Its events occur before those de-scribed in On the Way Home—Laura's diary ac-count of the little family's adventures when theymoved by wagon from Dakota Territory to Mis-souri in 1894.The manuscript of The First Four Years wasdiscovered among Laura's papers. She had

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I0j&w t* •' CONTENTS GOING WEST CROSSING THE CREEK CAMP ON THE HIGH PRAIRIE PRAIRIE DAY THE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE MOVING IN THE WOLF-PACK Two STOUT DOORS A FIRE ON THE HEARTH A ROOF AND A FLOOR INDIANS IN THE HOUSE FRESH WATER TO DRINK TEXAS LONGHORNS INDIAN CAMP FEVER 'N' AGUE FIRE IN THE CHIMNEY PA GOES TO TOWN THE TALL INDIAN MR. EDWARDS MEETS SANTA CLAUS 1 16 28 38 52 71 80 99 107 120 132 147 162 172 182 199 208 226 238 A SCREAM IN THE NIGHT 253 INDIAN JAMBOREE 263 PRAIRIE FIRE 274 INDIAN WAR-CRY 286 INDIANS RIDE AWAY 302 SOLDIERS 312 GOING OUT 322 GOING WEST Along time ago, when all the grandfa­thers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin. They drove away and left it lonely and empty in the clearing among the big trees, and they never saw that little house again. They were going to the Indian country Pa said there were too many people in the Big Woods now. Quite often Laura heard the ringing thud of an ax which was not Pa's ax, or 1 LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE • * the echo of a shot that did not come from his gun. The path that went by the little house had become a road. Almost every day Laura and Mary stopped their playing and stared in surprise at a wagon slowly creaking by on that road. Wild animals would not stay in a country where there were so many people. Pa did not like to stay, either. He liked a country where the wild animals lived without being afraid. He liked to see the little fawns and their mothers looking at him from the shadowy woods, and the fat, lazy bears eating berries in the wild-berry patches. In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. There the wild ani­mals wandered and fed as though they were in a pasture that stretched much farther than a man could see, an

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R.L. STINE Illustrations by Trip Park For Dad …TP Contents Morning Announcements . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1 1. The Ghost Walks at Night! . . . . . . . . . . . . .4 2. Awk! Awk! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7 3. Screams of Terror . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .14 4. The Eist Brothers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .17 5. Chipmunks Last Words . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .34 6. De-Pantsed . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .42 7. Party On, Dudes! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46 8. Sweetys Revenge . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5O 9. Scary Ghost Story III . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 54 1O. A-Haunting We Will Go . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59 Mapviii11. The Nyce House Ghost . . . . . . . . . . . . . .64 12. The Ghost in the Computer . . . . . . . . . .69 13. Always Tell the Truth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .72 14. Sweety Loses Weight . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75 15. The Ghost Lives! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 79 16. Two Left Eeet . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 84 17. The Ghostly Cocoon . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 9O 18. A Thousand Caterpillars . . . . . . . . . . . . . .9519. The Best Plan Ever . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1OO 2O. The Last Chapter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1O4 21. Another Last Chapter . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .1O8 Other Books by Rotten School Series Credits Cover Copyright About the Publisher About the Author Ma p Announcementsr n i n gM o Good morning, Rotten Students. This is Headmaster Upchuck with todays Morning Announcements. I hope you will stop hitting one another until the announcements are over. Thank you, and have a Rotten Day! CChef Baloney announces that he will no longer be serving alphabet cereal for breakfast because of the disgusting words some of you have been leaving in y

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