CHAPTER 6

The Fight

The chants of “Fred-dy, Fred-dy, Fred-dy” were ringing in my ears.

“It’s now or never,” I thought.

“Hey, Dog Breath!” I yelled, pointing at Max.

“What’d ‘ya call me, Baby Teeth?”

“You heard me, Dog Breath,” I said, putting up my fists and jumping around. “Come on! Come on!”

Max made a fist, raised his arm high above his head, and started to swing.

I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and stuck out my jaw.

I could already see myself signing the Big Tooth.

Then, WOOMPH! Right … in … the … stomach.