A few minutes later, Mr. Macky came back from the teachers’ lounge. Emily was with him, eating a hot dog. “So how are you making out with Miss Klute?” Mr. Macky asked. “Ewwww! Gross!” we all shouted. “We’re not making out with Miss Klute!” “Arlo had a great idea,” Andrea said. “Go ahead; ask him, Arlo.” “Mr. Macky, can we take Miss Klute outside for recess?” I asked. “Gee, I don’t know,” Mr. Macky replied. “Miss Klute is trained to be an indoor therapy dog.” “Please please please please please please please please please!” we all begged. “I suppose Miss Klute could use a little fresh air,” said Mr. Macky. “Well, okay.” “Yay!” Like I said, that please please please thing works every time. It really is a magic word. Mr. Macky hooked Miss Klute’s leash to her collar and said we could take her outside until recess was over. “Which one of you is the most responsible?” he asked. “I am!” we all shouted.* “It was A.J.’s idea to take Miss Klute outside,”
