Читать книгу Barry Loser and the Holiday of Doom - Jim Smith - Страница 40

Bunky turned his head round all slowly, so Miss Spivak wouldn’t see. ‘Shhh!’ he whispered, then he smiled at Nancy, who was too busy reading her kitten book to take any notice.

‘But . . .’ I whispered, and my but floated round the classroom like a butterfly chopped in half.

I knew Bunky wanted a scratch- and-sniff sticker, but this was ridiculoserous.