liked the sound of that. The Lone Ranger and Silver might be fun to draw.
Main Street was only two short blocks from Mr. Davis’s house. “Where do you buy your comics?” Mr. Davis asked when they got to the corner of Main and First.
“Right here at Buy Lo,” Bobby said.
“Why don’t I wait outside with Lucy?” Mr. Davis suggested. Lucy yipped. She seemed to like the idea.
Mr. Davis sat down on a bench in front of the store. Lucy got busy sniffing the feet of the people who walked by.
The boys went in the Buy Lo. It sold all sorts of things from lipsticks to notebook paper. It was a big store, but it wasn’t very busy today. Bobby and Shawn hurried to the aisle where the comics were kept.
“Hey!” Shawn exclaimed. “They’re not here.”
A rack of ladies’ stockings stood wherethe comics used to be. Bobby looked around. “It looks like they moved a bunch of stuff.”
“Why did they have to do that?” Shawn muttered.
“Let’s check out the other aisles,” Bobby said. “Maybe we’ll find them.”
The boys walked up one aisle. They walked down another.
No comic books.
The boys looked at each other. “Now what?” Shawn said.
“I suppose we could ask someone,” Bobby answered slowly.
Maybe Bobby was not as shy as he used to be, but talking to a salesperson still seemed hard.
“Naw,” Shawn said, “we can find them on our own. Let’s look around more.”
Toothpaste. Brushes. Bags of candy.
No comics.
Magazines. Paper towels. Tummy medicine.
No comics.
“Stupid store,” Shawn muttered.
A man wearing a name tag pinned to his bright blue jacket walked by. He worked in the store.
Should I stop him?
Bobby wondered. Bobby felt his stomach go up and down. The rest of him didn’t make a move.
“He looked busy,” Bobby murmured.
“Yeah,” Shawn agreed.
Both boys were glum.
“I guess they don’t sell comic books anymore,” Bobby said.
“Stupid store,” Shawn repeated.
The boys trudged toward the door.
They were just about to leave when Bobby cried, “Hey, look!”
There was a big wire rack filled with comics next to the checkout counter.
Bobby and Shawn ran over to the rack. Bobby picked out a Spiderman comic. Shawn took a Superman comic. “Brand-new ones,” Shawn said happily. “This store is okay!”
The boys went outside. Mr. Davis and Lucy were waiting.
“That took a while,” Mr. Davis said. “Did you find the comics you were looking for?”
“Yes,” Bobby said. He and Shawn looked at each other. They were thinking the same thing.
They almost didn’t find the comics at all because they were too shy to ask.
3
Lucy on the Loose
“Mom, can Lucy and I go over to Shawn’s?” Bobby asked the next day.
Mrs. Quinn was settled down in the living room. She was enjoying her morning cup of coffee and her newspaper.
“All right,” she said. “But be sure to keep Lucy on her leash. Shawn’s house doesn’t have a fence, you know.”
Bobby knew. His mother reminded him about that every time he took Lucy to Shawn’s. She really did worry too much.
Bobby pulled Lucy’s leash out of his pocket and clipped it to her collar.
They had just crossed the street whenLucy jerked to a stop. She stood still. Her nose quivered.
“What is it, girl?” Bobby asked.
Lucy started to bark. She jumped up on her hind legs. Bobby looked to where Lucy was pointing with her nose.
“I knew it!” he muttered. The cat was behind a big fir tree.
Lucy tugged and pulled. Bobby held her leash tight.
“C’mon, Lucy,” Bobby told her. “Just ignore that old cat. We’re going to Shawn’s.”
Lucy followed Bobby as he pulled her along. But she kept looking back.
Bobby glanced back, too. He knew cats couldn’t smile. But this cat looked like he was grinning right at them.
“I’m still here,” the cat seemed to say. “What are you going to do about it?”
Bobby forgot about the cat as soon as he got to Shawn’s house. Shawn was sitting on the front steps. He was
Main Street was only two short blocks from Mr. Davis’s house. “Where do you buy your comics?” Mr. Davis asked when they got to the corner of Main and First.
“Right here at Buy Lo,” Bobby said.
“Why don’t I wait outside with Lucy?” Mr. Davis suggested. Lucy yipped. She seemed to like the idea.
Mr. Davis sat down on a bench in front of the store. Lucy got busy sniffing the feet of the people who walked by.
The boys went in the Buy Lo. It sold all sorts of things from lipsticks to notebook paper. It was a big store, but it wasn’t very busy today. Bobby and Shawn hurried to the aisle where the comics were kept.
“Hey!” Shawn exclaimed. “They’re not here.”
A rack of ladies’ stockings stood wherethe comics used to be. Bobby looked around. “It looks like they moved a bunch of stuff.”
“Why did they have to do that?” Shawn muttered.
“Let’s check out the other aisles,” Bobby said. “Maybe we’ll find them.”
The boys walked up one aisle. They walked down another.
No comic books.
The boys looked at each other. “Now what?” Shawn said.
“I suppose we could ask someone,” Bobby answered slowly.
Maybe Bobby was not as shy as he used to be, but talking to a salesperson still seemed hard.
“Naw,” Shawn said, “we can find them on our own. Let’s look around more.”
Toothpaste. Brushes. Bags of candy.
No comics.
Magazines. Paper towels. Tummy medicine.
No comics.
“Stupid store,” Shawn muttered.
A man wearing a name tag pinned to his bright blue jacket walked by. He worked in the store.
Should I stop him?
Bobby wondered. Bobby felt his stomach go up and down. The rest of him didn’t make a move.
“He looked busy,” Bobby murmured.
“Yeah,” Shawn agreed.
Both boys were glum.
“I guess they don’t sell comic books anymore,” Bobby said.
“Stupid store,” Shawn repeated.
The boys trudged toward the door.
They were just about to leave when Bobby cried, “Hey, look!”
There was a big wire rack filled with comics next to the checkout counter.
Bobby and Shawn ran over to the rack. Bobby picked out a Spiderman comic. Shawn took a Superman comic. “Brand-new ones,” Shawn said happily. “This store is okay!”
The boys went outside. Mr. Davis and Lucy were waiting.
“That took a while,” Mr. Davis said. “Did you find the comics you were looking for?”
“Yes,” Bobby said. He and Shawn looked at each other. They were thinking the same thing.
They almost didn’t find the comics at all because they were too shy to ask.
3
Lucy on the Loose
“Mom, can Lucy and I go over to Shawn’s?” Bobby asked the next day.
Mrs. Quinn was settled down in the living room. She was enjoying her morning cup of coffee and her newspaper.
“All right,” she said. “But be sure to keep Lucy on her leash. Shawn’s house doesn’t have a fence, you know.”
Bobby knew. His mother reminded him about that every time he took Lucy to Shawn’s. She really did worry too much.
Bobby pulled Lucy’s leash out of his pocket and clipped it to her collar.
They had just crossed the street whenLucy jerked to a stop. She stood still. Her nose quivered.
“What is it, girl?” Bobby asked.
Lucy started to bark. She jumped up on her hind legs. Bobby looked to where Lucy was pointing with her nose.
“I knew it!” he muttered. The cat was behind a big fir tree.
Lucy tugged and pulled. Bobby held her leash tight.
“C’mon, Lucy,” Bobby told her. “Just ignore that old cat. We’re going to Shawn’s.”
Lucy followed Bobby as he pulled her along. But she kept looking back.
Bobby glanced back, too. He knew cats couldn’t smile. But this cat looked like he was grinning right at them.
“I’m still here,” the cat seemed to say. “What are you going to do about it?”
Bobby forgot about the cat as soon as he got to Shawn’s house. Shawn was sitting on the front steps. He was
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