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Show Peppermint Monday together with a dirty string. It reminded me of the can walkie-talkies Jason and Mark had made once. They sure thought they were neat because they could hear each other talking across the yard. I could hear them talking too and I was in the house without a tin can. They were shouting loud enough for everyone in the block to hear them. I wondered if that was what Billy's cans were supposed to be. Whatever they were, he didn't look embarrassed. He beamed as if he'd invented something really important. I glanced around the room after everyone had set up their displays. There were several insect boards and butterfly collections. Tommy Harlin's butterflies were real showy and his collection was big, but it still wasn't too original. There was a poster on clouds, and another one on windmill electricity. Someone had made a barometer that looked impressive. It had a wood backing that had been carved and stained. It was real fancy. The only trouble was, it didn't work. It's pressure was way down one minute, then it jumped to an extreme high. I guess whoever it belonged to had spent more time decorating the wood' backing-than making the barometer. Nothing else in the whole auditorium resembled my dandelion jam. I had written the recipe on a small card and taped it to the side of the jar, just in case anyone was interested in making their own. I figured something like that might impress the judges too. My jam was on a long table at the back of the room. It was between two insect boards. It stood out more that way. I would have put it next to Billy's cans, except his table filled up quickly. Everyone probably had the same idea I had. Anything next to Billy's was bound to look good. For the next few days people were in and out of the auditorium. Parents were allowed to, if they wanted to come. Most of them did. I even saw Mrs. |
