第二篇Coming Clean
Old Baggy-Pants
Derek and Janey were eating jam roly-poly in the hall and talking about Mr Such’s trours. Mr Such was their teacher and he wore the same trours to school, day in and day out.
‘They’re so crumpled and baggy,’ Janey said.猪八戒介绍
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‘And grubby and thick,’ said Derek.曝光不足
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‘Like a pair of old dish-cloths.’
‘And he wears them all the time.’
‘I don’t think he’s got any others.’
‘Old Baggy-Pants, that’s what he is ,’ Derek added, sticking his fork into his jam roly-poly.
‘I wish he’d get some new ones,’ Janey sighed.
At that moment Old Baggy-Pants himlf came into the hall. Janey’s mouth fell open and Derek could e the mashed up jam roly-poly inside.
‘What’s up ?’ he said.
Janey blinked and pointed . There was Mr Such in a brand new suit. A spotless white suit without a crea in it . Everyone in the hall stopped eating and stared at him .
‘Carry on ,everyone,’ said Mr Such, a bit red in the face.’ Carry on eating.’‘Wow!’ said Derek, leaning across his plate. ‘He looks so different.’
‘He looks smart,’ said Janey firmly. ‘And about time, too.’
Later that afternoon Janey’s class trooped back imto the hall for P.E.
‘I like the suit, sir,’ Janey told Mr Such as they filed in.
‘Thank you , Janey. It’s for Parents’ Evening, really.’
‘Parents’ Evening?’
‘Yes, I have to look my best for that, don’t I?
‘But that’s not till Monday, Mr Such,’ Derek said.
‘I know that, Derek. I’m just getting ud to it .’
While they were talking, Mrs Venn came out of the kitchen with a bowl of custard in her arms.
She was so shocked to e Mr Such in his bright new suit she gave a little jump. ‘Oh my gosh !’ she cried.
She grabbed one of the hall curtains to steady herlf. The custard looped into the air, straight for Mr Such.
Derek saw it coming and stepped smartly in the way .The custard wobbled through the air and flopped against Derek’s vest. Everyone fell silent. Derek stood there, looking sad and stunned . And covered in cold custard.
‘Well done ,Derek,’ said Mr Such. ‘You’ve saved my brand new suit.’做一个什么样的人
Derek tried to smile but by then the custard was oozing into his shorts.
After break , Mr Such changed back into his dish-cloth trours.
‘Plea keep clear of this,’ he said, hanging his new suit on the cupboard door. ‘Keep well clear.’
A Lovely green colour
The last lesson of the day was art . They had to paint interesting faces .Janey was doing a monster. She put blood –shot bits in his eyes, a bolt
through his neck and green stuff coming out of his no. She was plead with the green stuff, but she’d mixed up too much. She asked Derek if he wanted some.
‘I do n’t need any green stuff, Janey,’he said . ‘I’m doing a footballer.’
‘Well, he could have green stuff coming out of his no, couldn’t he ?’she said.
‘No,’ said Derek. ‘He couldn’t.’
‘You could u it for the background. Like grass.’
‘I’m not having my footballer running around on green stuff from a monster’s no, thank you,’ said D
erek.
He nudged Janey’s elbow, and green stuff spilled over the desk.
He tried to stop it trickling onto the floor.
Then he reached behind him and rubbed his hands on the towel. Except that it wasn’t the towel.
‘Oh,’ he said quietly . ‘What have I done?’
Janey could e what had happened.Derek had wiped his hands on Mr Such’s new trours.
‘You’ve done it now,’ she said. ‘Old Baggy-Pants’ll go up the wall when he es this.’
Mr Such was on the other side of the room . He looked up and smiled at them.
‘Are you getting on all right, you two ?’ he asked.手机预装软件
‘Yes ,thand you ,sir,’ said Janey brightly.
She didn’t dare tell him the truth.
She grabbed some paper and started to rub at the green marks.
‘You daft clod,’ said Derek, ‘you’re making them wor. They’re twice as big now.’
They were. Janey looked at Derek and thought hard.
‘There’s only one thing for it now ,’she said.
‘What’s that?’
‘Put them back on the hanger. Then we can clean them up after school.’
When Mr Such came over to look at their pictures, the suit was still swing slightly on the cupboard door.
‘Oh,’ he said. ‘I love that shade of green, Janey. That’s a lovely colour.’
At home time Mr Such pottered around for ages and would not leave them on their own. They stacked chairs as slowly as chairs have ever been stacked .Then, at last, he wandered off to the staffroom.
Derek darted over to the sink and turned on the taps. Janey grabbed the trours and flung them across the room at him. He caught them and plunged them int the simk . He grabbed a plastc bottle and squirted it hard at the trours.
‘What are you doing?’ Janey yelled .
‘Washing-up liquid,’ said Derek. ‘That’ll get stains out.’
‘That’s not washing-up liquid, Derek. That’s glue.’
Almost at once they heard Mr Such outside the door. He came in wearing his anorak and cycle clips. Derek and Janey stood side by side in front of the
sink.
‘Oh,’ said Mr Such, ‘Are you still here?’
‘Nearly finished , sir,’ Janey said , and tried to smile .
‘Well, it looks tidy to me . I should run off home now .’
He went over to the jacket on the cupboard door .
‘Don’t,’ said Derek.
‘Don’t, what ?’
‘Don’t,’ take the suit,’乳酸菌的作用
‘Why ever not?’
‘Becau… becau…’
‘Becau you might get it dirty,’ Janey said . ‘It’ll be safer if you leave it here. Won’t it , Derek?
Derek nodded . Mr Such looked puzzled. His hand was still half way to the jacket.
‘It might fall off your bike,’ Janey added . ‘And land on a heap of rubbish or something.’
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Mr Such lowered his hand.
‘Well,’ he said, ‘you might be right . I don’t want any more accidents.’
When he’d gone , they put the trours in a plastic bag and smuggled them off to Derek’s hou.
They threw the trours in the kitchen sink and covered them with hot water and washing powder. They scrubbed them with a stiff brush, a bar of soap and a wiry thing. The water foamed into a pile of bubbles as high as their
