The Dreaded Oral Report “Lucy, look over here.” Bobby had his dad’s camera. He was trying to take Lucy’s picture for the contest on Saturday. Lucy was curled up on the couch. Mrs. Quinn didn’t like Lucy sitting on it. Bobby knew he should shoo her off, but this was the best chance he’d had for a photo all afternoon. When he saw Lucy sitting still for once, Bobby had run upstairs to get the camera. It was a new one, a Father’s Day gift from Bobby and his mother. Mr. Quinn had shown Bobby how to use it once or twice. Lucy tilted her head, watching Bobby. Meanwhile, Bobby fumbled with the camera. Lucy looked at Bobby for a few seconds longer. Just as he found the right button to push, Lucy jumped off the couch. Bobby checked the screen. He had taken a picture of the pillow Lucy had been lying against. “Oh, Lucy,” Bobby groaned. Bobby grabbed his notebook and went out to his patio. Lucy was right behind him. Shawn was coming over. They were going to practice their oral reports.
