How To Outswim A Shark Without A Snorkel - Plot & Excerpts
—Animal Wisdom Well, that’s a lovely image to consider right before I eat anything ever again. “These cookies taste like cardboard,” Bella announced. Her short hair was flecked with bits of flour, and there was a smear of molasses on her cheek. Ever since we’d been recruited as her “official kitchen helpers” for her upcoming bake sale at the old-age home, Kevin, Daz, and I had seen a whole new side of Bella. And it was pretty funny. Even though she took baking crazy seriously. Daz leaped to his feet. “No, they don’t!” He grabbed one from the huge pile on the counter and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. “They’re thuper tasthy,” he mumbled, spraying crumbs. “Mmm, stho good!” His eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. I didn’t miss the look of regret in his eyes as he tried to swallow. I’d tried one of the cookies. I’d also spat it out into a napkin when Bella wasn’t looking.
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