perches on his shoulder, half-hidden under his hair. âThey donât peck. I like that.â
âHowâs your teacher?â Brenna asks quietly, pointing with her chin to where Mr. Carlson is sitting.
I roll my eyes and whisper. âI thought he was great. Until the pop quiz.â
âAlready? Thatâs harsh!â Brenna says as she picks up the rabbit and smooths her silky coat.
âYou know what they say around here,â I say with a fake smile. âItâs middle schoolâget used to it.â
Sunita looks at me sympathetically. âIf it makes you feel better, Maggie, I had two quizzes today. One in social studies and one in math. Iâm sure you did fine.â
âHa,â I say. âFat chance.â
âAny news about Shelby and the missing wedding ring?â David asks. âYou werenât on the bus this morning.â
âDo we have to talk about that now?â Zoe asks as she refills a water bottle. âItâs disgusting.â
âHeâs sort of, um, stopped up,â I explain. âNo ring, no nothing. Heâs not eating. I think he misses the boys. Gran says we just need to give it time. That lizard is eating, though. You saw himâIggyâthe one who was raised on cat food? He figured out that spinach is good stuff. Gran is really happy about that. She sent him home with half the vegetables in our refrigerator.â
âThank heavens she gave them the cabbage,â Zoe says. She makes it sound like cabbage is the nastiest thing on the face of the earth, and everybody laughs. The sound makes me feel at home, and I relax.
âI never knew cleaning cages could be so much fun,â Mr. Carlson calls from his desk.
âWeâre talking about some Dr. Macâs Place patients,â I explain.
âIt sounds like you all like it there,â he says.
âAre you kidding?â Brenna asks. âWe love it!â
Mr. Carlson pushes away from his desk and stands up. Scout leaps to his feet instantly and looks up at his companion, waiting for a command. Mr. Carlson grasps the harness. âScout, forward.â
They walk toward us carefully. Scout pauses in front of a chair that wasnât pushed in properly. Before anyone can say anything, Mr. Carlson reaches out, finds the chair, and pushes it out of the way.
Iâm still mad at him about the quiz, but I want him to succeed.
âGood dog,â I whisper. Pet him.
âGood dog,â Mr. Carlson says. He hesitates, then crouches down and gives Scout a little pat.
Iâd love to see a big hug and lots of ear scratching and fur ruffling, but I guess these things take time. A little pat is a good start.
âYou look like a pro, Mr. C.,â I say.
âThanks, Maggie,â he replies.
Scout leads my teacher the rest of the way. When they are standing next to the counter, Scout stands perfectly still. His nostrils flare and he sniffs, picking up the smells of mouse, rabbit, gerbil, hamster, and guinea pig. He seems a little confused, maybe because the cages are empty. He looks around, then freezesâthere they are! A box full of scampering furry things.
I hold my breath. Whatâs he going to do?
âWhatâs got his attention?â Mr. Carlson asks, feeling a little tug on the harness.
âWe have the rodents in a holding box on the floor,â Sunita explains. âShould we move it?â
Mr. Carlson bends over and strokes Scoutâs back. âGood boy! he says. âLook, but donât chase. I think heâll be OK. He was trained not to react to other dogs and cats. Maybe thatâs what he thinks they areâsmall cats.â
Sunitaâs eyes grow wide at this insult to cats everywhere. But she doesnât say a word. I know the way she works. Some time over the next year, sheâll find an excuse to visit Mr. Carlson and deliver a report on the hundred ways cats are not rodents. Just thinking about it makes
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