Miss Suki Is Kooky! Read Free

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    It was Mr. Klutz and Mrs. Roopy!
    â€œAre you excited about Picture Day tomorrow?” asked Mr. Klutz.
    â€œAre you excited about Author Day tomorrow?” asked Mrs. Roopy.
    â€œYes!” yelled all the girls.
    â€œNo!” yelled all the boys.
    â€œI can’t wait to meet Miss Suki,” Mr. Klutz said, “because I love animals too. In my younger days, I used to work over the summer in a zoo.”
    â€œWow!” we all said, even though Mr. Klutz didn’t say anything that interesting. When grown-ups tell you boring stuffabout their younger days, you should always pretend to be interested. That’s the first rule of being a kid.

    â€œRemember,” Mr. Klutz continued, “Miss Suki is our guest. I’m sure you’ll beon your best behavior and treat her with respect. We want to show Miss Suki what kind of wonderful students we have at Ella Mentry School. By the way, I invited Dr. Carbles, the president of the Board of Education, too. Isn’t that exciting?”
    â€œYes!” we all said, even though it totally wasn’t.
    After Mr. Klutz was finished talking, Mrs. Roopy said she had a few words to say.
    â€œMiss Suki will probably give you the chance to ask questions,” Mrs. Roopy told us. “Remember, a question is not a story about yourself. A question is when you ask somebody something. And whatever you do, don’t ask Miss Suki personalquestions like how old she is or how much money she makes.”
    We all promised to be good listeners and not to ask any stupid questions.
    Well, after three weeks of getting ready, it was almost time for the big day. To tell you the truth, I was getting sick of Miss Suki, and she hadn’t even shown up yet.

5
Miss Suki Finally Arrives
    When we got to school the next morning, there was a big sign on the front lawn:
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    ELLA MENTRY SCHOOL WELCOMES
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    MISS SUKI KABUKI
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    FOR AUTHOR DAY AND PICTURE DAY !
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    All the girls were dressed up for Picture Day. All the boys were dressed like slobs, as usual.
    After we put our backpacks in our cubbies, Andrea and Emily took out their little mirrors and tried to make themselves look pretty. That would make a good movie— Mission Impossible !
    Miss Daisy told us that our pictures would be taken at the end of the day, after the author visit. Because there was so much going on at school, we would have to miss math. Yeah, baby! I hate math.
    Everybody was whispering, “Where’s Miss Suki?” “Is Miss Suki here yet?” We pressed our faces against the window so we could be the first to see Miss Suki when she arrived.
    And then I saw her! I was lookingthrough the window between our classroom and the hallway when a lady walked by on the red construction paper carpet that was taped to the floor. I recognized her face from the author photo in her book. Miss Suki was pulling a rolling cart with a big box on it. She was a skinny little lady, not much bigger than a kid. It looked like a gust of wind could knock her over.
    â€œIt’s her!” I shouted. “Miss Suki is here!”
    Everybody made a mad dash into the hallway. That’s when the most amazing thing in the history of the world happened. The wheel of Miss Suki’s rolling cart got caught on the red carpet or something and it made her trip. She fell flat on her face.We all ran over to help her.
    â€œWhy is that paper all over the floor?” Miss Suki asked.
    â€œIt’s not paper,” Ryan told her. “It’s a red carpet, so you could make a grand entrance.”
    â€œCan you please get rid of it?” she said. “I’ve had a hard day already. My plane was delayed, and the taxi driver got lost on the way over here.”
    â€œOooooh, she has her own plane!” somebody said.

    â€œOooooh, she has her own taxi!” somebody else said.
    â€œAre you really the famous children’s book author Miss Suki Kabuki?” I asked.
    â€œYes, I