TITLE: Picklehead Popcorn Blue Dog Socks
GENRE: MG Contemporary
Blue dog socks were meant for fun days.
If only --
“Maddison, hurry up!” her dad hollered from downstairs. “Betty’s here!”
There! Squeezed in the very back corner were the . . .
GREEN FISH socks.
“We’ll meet you in the car,“ her dad called again. “Don’t forget the questions. And your banana.”
Maddie looked around. Her bedroom had turned into a jungle!
She heard the house keys clank. Dad-Code for, ‘thirty more seconds.’
“Picklehead popcorn blue dog socks,” Maddie said and she let the door bang, just a little bit.
Maddie’s dad turned in the drivers seat. “Now, you’re sure you have everything?”
“D.a.a.d . . . “ Maddie rolled her eyes.
Betty giggled behind both hands.
“Seriously, “ her dad said. “Last minute checks are important. How about, ‘paper’?”
“Check,” Betty said and patted her backpack.
“Okay then. Pen?”
Maddie squeezed her pant pocket. She scrumpled her jacket.
“Got it!” Betty pointed at the pen hanging from Maddie’s T-shirt.
“See? We’re done!” her dad said. “Class project, here we come.”
Maddie pushed the door open.
The wind chimes tinkled and she inhaled warm plastic, resin and plaster dust.
Nothing else smelt quite like, Toby Depp’s Limb Centre.
“Uncle Toby, we’re here for our research,” Maddie sang out loud.
Betty starred at a leg leaning against the wall, its toes painted pearly-pink. Her mouth scrunched sideways and she sidestepped past.
It reminded Maddie of her first time.
“Morning Tom. Hi M.B.,” Uncle Toby said as he ambled down the hall.
A blush warmed Maddie’s face. Uncle Toby never called her Maddie.