Junie B., First Grader: One-Man Band (Junie B. Jones #22)
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Barbara Park’s New York Times bestselling chapter book series, Junie B. Jones, is a classroom favorite and has been keeping kids laughing—and reading—for more than twenty years. Over 60 million copies in print and now with a bright new look for a new generation!
Meet the World’s Funniest First Grader—Junie B. Jones! It’s time for the first-grade kickball tournament! Only, here’s the problem. Junie B. has hurt her big piggy toe and she can’t play on the team. So now what? She definitely doesn’t want to be a cheerleader. But wait! Maybe she could be in Sheldon’s halftime show! Then all eyes would be on her! And she would be the star! Hurray! Hurray! Junie B. . . . in the spotlight. What could possibly go wrong?
“Junie B. is the darling of the young-reader set.”
“Park convinces beginning readers that Junie B.—and reading—are lots of fun.”
“Junie’s swarms of young fans will continue to delight in her unique take on the world. . . . A hilarious, first-rate read-aloud.”
“Junie B. Jones is a feisty six-year-old with an endearing penchant for honesty.”
said. “But I'm afraid it's going to be a little painful to wear shoes for a while.” Daddy sat down next to me. “Don't worry, though, honey,” he said. “As soon as it grows out, it will look normal again.” He pointed to his bare foot. “Look at mine. I've bruised my big toenail many times over the years. But it's always grown out as good as new. See?” I looked at it and made a face. Daddy's big toe is not attractive. Just then, tears came in my eyes. I touched my toe very gentle. “Ow! Ow!
onto the field! I looked behind me. Sheldon was still standing on the sideline. His face looked even pastier. I ran back there and tugged on his arm. “Come on, Sheldon! Let's go!” I said. Sheldon plopped down in the grass. “No, no! I can't, I can't!” he said. I made a fist at that boy. “Oh, yes, you can, Sheldon! You've got to! You've got to! This whole stupid show was your idea! And I'm NOT doing it by myself!” After that, I helped Sheldon stand up. And I pulled him onto the field.
And that's when the worstest thing of all happened! ’Cause Room Two started laughing their heads off at us! And it was the meanest laughing I ever even heard! Sheldon froze very stiff. He stood there like a statue. And he wouldn't even budge. Then—all of a sudden—CRASH! He dropped his cymbals. And he ran across the playground as fast as a speedboat! One of the teachers ran after him. But Sheldon zoomed faster and faster. Then he ran behind the swing sets. And he circled around the
biggest insult you can even do! At first, my face turned red as a tomato. Then I felt myself getting mad. And I got madder … And madder … And then I picked up those biscuits! And I started to throw them back! Only all at once, my brain changed its mind! And—instead of throwing them back— I put two of the biscuits in my right hand! And I held the other biscuit in my left hand. And then I tossed them in the air! One by one! Exactly like my juggle book said to. And then, MAGIC HAPPENED, I
TELL YOU! It did! It really did! Because for just a few teensy seconds, I juggled those biscuits way high in the air! I juggled them as perfect as could be! And I caught them, too! I caught all three of those flaky guys. And then the whole entire bleachers started to clap and clap and clap! And then they cheered and cheered and cheered! And the sound of that noise was better than the bestest daydream I ever, ever had! I did a bow. The people kept on clapping. I did another bow. Then