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McDonald, Megan.

Stink : the incredible shrinking kid / Megan McDonald ; illustrated past Peter H. Reynolds. — 1st ed.

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Summary: The shortest kid in the 2d grade, James Moody, as well known every bit Stink, learns all about the shortest president of the Usa, James Madison, when they celebrate Presidents' Solar day at school.

ISBN 978-0-7636-2025-vii (hardcover)

[1. Size — Fiction. 2. Schools — Fiction. 3. Brothers and sisters — Fiction. 4. Presidents — Fiction.] I. Reynolds, Peter, ill. II. Title.

PZ7.M478419St 2005

[Fic] — dc22 2003065246

ISBN 978-0-7636-2891-8 (paperback)

ISBN 978-0-7636-5188-6 (electronic)

The illustrations for this book were created digitally.

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CONTENTS

Short, Shorter, Shortest

Shrink, Shrank, Shrunk

Up, Up, Up

Stinkerbell, Shrinkerbell

The Famous Jameses

Tumble, Fluff, Shrink!

Alpine, Taller, Tallest

Shrimp-o!

Runtsville!

Shorty Pants!

Stink was curt. Curt, shorter, shortest. Short as an inchworm. Short as a . . . stinkbug!

Stink was the shortest one in the Moody family (except for Mouse, the cat). The shortest second-grader in Class 2D. Probably the shortest human being being in the whole world, including Alaska and Hawaii. Stink was one whole head shorter than his sis, Judy Moody. Every forenoon he made Judy measure out him. And every forenoon it was the same.

Three feet, eight inches tall.

Shrimpsville.

He had non grown one inch. Not one centimeter. Non i hair.

He was ever one head shorter than Judy. "I need some other caput," he told his mom and dad.

"What for?" asked Dad.

"I similar your head just the manner it is," said Mom.

"You need a new brain," said Judy.

"I have to get taller," said Stink. "How can I go taller?"

"Consume your peas," said Dad.

"Drink your milk," said Mom.

"Eat more than seafood!" said Judy.

"Seafood?"

"Yes — shrimp!" Judy said.

"Hardee-har-har," said Stink. His sis thought she was so funny.

"What'south so bad almost being short?" asked Dad.

"I have to drinkable at the baby fountain," said Stink. "And stand up in the front row for class pictures. And I always have to be a mouse in schoolhouse plays. But one time, I'd like a speaking function, not a squeaking part."

"Being curt isn't all bad," said Dad. "You all the same get those free coloring books you like at the doctor'due south."

"And the Spider-Man pajamas you love even so fit yous," said Mom.

"And you yet get to use your babe step stool just to brush your teeth," said Judy. Stink rolled his eyes.

"You'll grow," said Dad.

"Growing takes fourth dimension," said Mom.

"Lie down on the flooring," Judy told him.

"What for?"

"If I pull your arms, and Mom and Dad each take a leg, nosotros could stretch you out like a safety band. Then you'd be taller."

Stink did non want to exist a safe band. So he ate all his peas at dinner. He did non hibernate even one in his napkin. He drank all his milk, and did not pour even i drop into Judy's glass when she wasn't looking.

"Measure me again," Stink said to Judy. "One more than fourth dimension. Before bed."

"Stink, I just measured yous this morning."

"That was before I ate all those peas and drank all that milk," said Stink.

Stink put on his shoes. He stood next to the Shrimp-O-Meter. He stood up straight. He stood upwards tall.

Judy got out her Elizabeth Blackwell Women of Science ruler. "Hey, no shoes!" she said. Stink took off his shoes. He stood on tiptoe.

"No tippy-toes either."

Judy measured Stink top to bottom. She measured him foot to head. She measured him head to foot. Something was not right.

"Well?" asked Stink.

"Bad news," said Judy.

"What?" asked Stink.

"You lot're shorter than you were this morning time. One quarter inch shorter!"

Stink made a face. "Not possible."

"Stink. The Women of Science ruler does not lie."

"Shorter? How can I be shorter?"

"Unproblematic," said Judy. "You shrunk!"

"You'll grow," said Dad.

"You'll grow," said Mom.

"Merely you'll never, ever, e'er take hold of up to me!" said Judy.

When Stink woke upwards the next morning, his bed felt as big equally a country. The ceiling was upwardly there with the sky. And it was a long way down to the floor.

When he went to brush his teeth, fifty-fifty the sink seemed as well tall.

"Yipe! I actually am shrinking," said Stink, checking himself out in the mirror. Were his arms a little shorter? Was his caput a little smaller?

Stink got dressed. He put on up-and-down-striped pants and an upwards-and-down-striped shirt.

"What's with the stripes?" asked Judy.

"Makes me await taller," said Stink.

"If yous say then," said Judy.

"What?"

"If you really want to look taller, hither'southward what yous practice." Judy handed him a fancy shampoo-blazon bottle. "Put this hair gel on your hair and exit it in for x minutes. Then you'll be able to comb your hair and then information technology sticks straight upwards. Sticking-upward hair volition make you look taller."

Stink put the goopy broth in his hair. He left information technology in his hair while he fabricated his bed. He left information technology in his hair while he packed upwardly his backpack. He left information technology in his pilus all through breakfast.

"Nosotros could play baseball, and you could be shortstop," Judy told him.

"Then funny I forgot to express mirth," said Stink.

Judy pointed to Stink's hair. "Hey, I think information technology's working!" she said.

"Really? Practice you retrieve people will discover?"

"They'll observe," said Judy.

Stink ran upstairs to wait in the mirror. "HEY! My Hair! Information technology'due south ORANGE!"

"Don't worry," said Judy. "It'll wash out . . . in about a week."

"I wait like a carrot!" said Stink.

"Carrots are tall," said Judy, and she laughed all the way to the double-decker stop.

Stink's friend Elizabeth sat next to him in class. They were the shortest kids in Class 2d, and then they sat up front end. "Howdy, Elizabeth," said Stink.

"I'chiliad not Elizabeth anymore," she told Stink. "From now on, call me Sophie of the Elves."

"Okay. I have a new name, too. The Incredible Shrinking Stink."

"Just

, Stink, you lot look taller today," said Elizabeth.

"It's only the hair," said Stink. "I'm still short."

"Not to an elf. To an elf, you'd be a behemothic. To an elf, you lot would be the Elf King."

"Cheers, Sophie of the Elves," said Stink.

The bong rang, and Mrs. Dempster passed out spelling words. Iii of the new words were shrink, shrank, shrunk. At lunch, the dessert was strawberry shortcake. And in Reading, Mrs. Dempster read everybody a book called The Shrinking of Treehorn.

The book was all well-nigh a boy who plays games and reads cereal boxes and gets shorter and shorter. He keeps shrinking and shrinking. Then, just when he becomes a normal size again, he turns light-green!

"Any comments?" Mrs. Dempster asked when the story was over.

Stink raised his mitt. "Is that a true story?"

Mrs. D. laughed. "I'g agape not," she said. "It's fantasy."

"Fantasy'south my favorite!" said Sophie of the Elves. "Especially hobbits and elves."

"Are you sure information technology'southward fantasy?" asked Stink. "Because that child is a lot similar me. Considering I'grand . . . I'thou . . ." Stink could not make himself say shrinking.

"Because you both turned another color?" asked Webster.

"Um, because I like to read everything on the cereal box, too," said Stink.

"Okay," said Mrs. Dempster. "Allow's see. Who's going to bear the milk from the cafeteria today?" Stink was barely paying attention. He never got asked to behave the milk.

"How almost Mr. James Moody?" asked Mrs. Dempster.

"Me?" asked Stink. He sat up taller. "I get to carry the milk?"

Stink walked downwardly the second-grade hallway. It looked longer than usual. And wider. He took the stairs down to the cafeteria. Were there always this many stairs? His legs felt shorter. Like they shrink, shrank, shrunk.

Stink got the milk crate. He carried the milk up the stairs, past the office, and past the teachers' room. At present his arms felt shorter. He needed a residue. He ready the milk downwards outside the nurse'due south office.

"How-do-you-do, Stink!" called Mrs. Bong. "I see y'all have a new hairstyle."

"My sister turned it ORANGE," said Stink.

"So, what brings you here today? Headache? Sore throat? There's a lot going effectually, you know."

"Is shrinking going around?" asked Stink. "Because I remember I'm shrinking. As in getting shorter."

"You're shrinking? What makes you lot recall so?"

"My sister. I mean, she measures me every morn. And I'm always 3 feet, eight inches. But concluding night she measured me before I went to bed, and I'd shrunk! I was only iii feet, 7 and three quarters inches. I'm a whole quarter inch shorter!"

"Don't worry, honey," said Mrs. Bong. "Everybody shrinks during the day. We're all a petty shorter at night than we are in the morning."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. From gravity, and all the walking around we do, the pads betwixt our bones shrink during the day. At night they soak up water and aggrandize again."

"We all shrink?" asked Stink.

"That's what I'thousand maxim. Everybody shrinks."

"Scientific!" said Stink.

Stink walked alpine down the hall, around the corner, and back to class 2D.

"Stink! You won!" said Sophie of the Elves.

"While you were gone," said Mrs. Dempster, "we drew a name to run into who would get to take Newton home this weekend. Your name was chosen."

"For existent? Me? I get to take the newt home?"

"You take all the luck," said Webster.

"Things are definitely looking upwardly, up, Upward," said Stink, telling himself a joke and keen himself upward, up, upward.

Stink climbed on the bus. He held the Critter Keeper carefully in his lap. "Don't worry, Newton," said Stink. "I'll accept actually good care of you. The best."

"What's that?" asked Judy when she got on the bus.

"A red-spotted newt. Like a babe salamander. His name'southward Newton."

"Where'd you get him?"

"He's our class pet. We're studying life cycles, and Mrs. D. went to New Hamster and brought him back for us. I'm taking intendance of him for the weekend. I get to play with him and lookout him and go on a periodical of stuff that happens."

Judy snorted. "New Hampshire, Stink. Not New Hamster."

"You mean Newt Hampshire!" said Judy's friend Rocky.

"It'southward in Newt England," said Judy, swell upward. Stink rolled his optics.

When Stink got dwelling house, he did non end to get a snack. Not even Fig Newtons. He took Newton upwards to his room. He got out his notebook and wrote:

Fri three:37 Newton hiding

Stink stared at the newt. Judy came in and peered over his shoulder.

Friday 3:forty Newton hiding

Friday iii:45 Newton notwithstanding hiding

"You lot should write Wearisome in your journal," said Judy.

"Newts are non ho-hum," said Stink.

"Name one United nations-slow thing near a newt," said Judy.

"Newts swallow crickets. And worms and slugs," said Stink.

"BOR-ing!" said Judy.

"Ruby-spotted newts are the state amphibian of New Hampshire."

"BOR-ing," said Judy.

"Okay. How about this? Newts start out as eggs. Then they hatch and swim effectually like tadpoles. And then they turn into ruby-red efts and live on land. Then they change color and go back to the h2o."

"Now that's a teensy-weensy fleck not-dull," said Judy.

"And they shed their skins," Stink said.

"Interesting!" said Judy. "Call me when that happens."

On Sabbatum, Stink wrote in his journal some more.

"Stink, are you going to stare at that newt all weekend?" asked Judy.

"I'm building him a raft. Out of Legos. Perhaps he'll come out and float."

"Y'all know what would be actually Un-tedious?" asked Judy. "Put the newt in with Toady."

"No way!" said Stink. "Newts are like poison to toads."

"So that means Toady won't eat him. C'monday, Stinker. Toady's all lonely." Earlier Stink could say Fig Newton, Judy scooped upwards Newton in her hands.

"You lot're supposed to wash your hands," said Stink. "Don't drop him."

"I won't drop him." She set him down on some moss in Toady's tank.

Newton sniffed at Toady and curled up his tail. "He'southward scared!" said Stink.

"Look," said Judy. Toady licked Newton.

"Have him out!" yelled Stink.

"It was just a friendly lick," said Judy. "A newt lollipop."

"What if Toady gets poisoned? Get him out. Get him out!"

"Don't lay an egg!" Judy picked up Newton in her not-washed mitt. "Stink! Something bad is wrong with Newton. His head is splitting open."

"Let me meet!" Stink peered at the newt. Sure plenty, Newton's skin had split, starting right at his head.

"He's shedding his skin!" said Stink. "Put him back! Put him back!"

They peered at Newton. "Do yous call back information technology'll really come off?" asked Stink.

"Sure," said Judy. "Information technology means he's growing. Unlike some people."

"Even a newt grows more than me," said Stink.

"BOR-ing. I wish something would happen," said Judy. She leaned over and wrote in Stink's journal:

1:15 Boring!

Stink erased it. "Growing takes time," he told Judy. "That'due south what everybody ever tells me."

"Perhaps if we say some magic words," said Judy.

"Eye of newt,

Blah apathetic apathetic,

Wool of bat,

Natural language of toad."

"It's happening!" said Stink.

"Rare!" said Judy. She ran to get the video camera. "Lights! Photographic camera! Action!" Stink took out his journal and wrote:

"Gross!" said Judy. She stopped the camera.

"Sweet!" said Stink, staring at the newt peel.

"Hey, can I have it?" asked Judy. "To show my course, I mean?"

"No way!" said Stink. "You already showed the whole world my dried-upwards baby omphalus. I'm showing my grade."

"Mrs. Dumpster would want you to show my class, too."

"Not if yous keep calling her Mrs. Dumpster."

"P.U.! What'south that smell?" Judy held her nose.

"What odor?"

"That expressionless-skunk smell. That one-hundred-year-sometime-muddied-sock odor. That three-hundred-year-former-rotten-egg smell." Judy walked around Stink'southward room, sniffing here, sniffing at that place. "It gets super-stinky as before long as y'all go shut to Newton."

"Newton!" cried Stink. He sprang upwardly from the floor, where he'd been drawing comics. Newton was in his hidey-hole. "Maybe it'due south the chopped-up dead worms in there. And dried-up crickets. Why isn't he eating?"

"Grody, grody, gross! There's green-y slime everywhere," Judy said.

"And dark-brown stuff floating in the water."

"Stink, you lot have to clean it every twenty-four hours. Newts tin can die if their h2o gets as well dingy."

"Since when are yous the newt genius?"

"Since I read information technology in Newtsweek mag. Y'all have to dump out the yucky water and launder the rocks and clean off all the slime and stuff."

"That'south a lot of homework!" Stink said.

"C'mon, Stinkerbell. I'll assist. We'll exist the Slime Busters."

"Slime Busters! Double cool!" said Stink. "Only you can't telephone call me Stinkerbell."

"If y'all say and so, Stinkerbell. Let'due south take it down to the big sink." Stink carried the Critter Keeper down to the kitchen, but he couldn't achieve the sink.

"Here, let me," said Judy. She took the Critter Keeper from Stink and prepare it on the counter. Stink stood on a kitchen chair.

"Commencement we have to get Newton out so we can make clean his house. Stink, hold this jar. Let'south put Newton in there."

"Okay," said Stink, belongings a tiny net. Judy reached in to scoop out Newton with her hand.

"The internet!" cried Stink. "Mrs. D. says use the net for scooping him out."

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