Spying is not always fun. Sammy and I are looking out the window, but all we see is a house. No one’s outside. Nothing is happening.
Sammy’s not usually a complainer, but today he’s an expert at it. “What if she never comes out? She’s been inside forever! Are we going to do this all day?” He puts his head down on the window ledge and sighs super loud.
His complaining is reminding me of someone else. Someone named April.
April sits across the table from me at school. She acts like she’s queen of the world, but really she’s queen of two other things—complaining and talking about herself. Listening to her all day is torture, but Mrs. Warble, my teacher, won’t let me change seats.
When I asked, she shook her head and said, “Imagine the rainbow. It needs every color to be beautiful.”
I know all the rainbow colors by heart. It’s easy, if you remember ROY G BIV (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet). If people were colors, April would be indigo! Indigo is bossy. Indigo could cover up every other color and not let them even peek through a little bit. I imagine a new rainbow without indigo. Mrs. Warble is wrong. ROY G BV would still be beautiful.
“LOOK!” Sammy puts his paws up on the window. “She’s back!”
I look up. The new girl is on her front porch. She checks her shoelaces, pushes the doorbell, and then takes off running.
“A JOGGER!” shouts Sammy. His tail wags.
Sammy loves running, but instead of jogging on the sidewalk, the girl runs across the lawn, jumps over some bushes, and disappears behind the house. A few seconds later, she comes running back from around the other side. She’s running around her whole house. But why? It’s a good question, and I wish I knew the answer. At the front door, the girl pushes the doorbell and goes inside.
Sammy nudges my hand. “That counts as fun!” But then a second later he shakes his head. “Or it could have been the bee chasing her again.”