The Stupendous Dodgeball Fiasco (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
But it takes the trainer a long time to teach the dog to ride. The trick, his mom once told Phillip, is to realize it’s no trick. It’s a matter of patience. Phillip was losing patience, waiting for Uncle Felix to pick him up at the Hardingtown Station. He tried to remember what Uncle Felix looked like from the time he and Aunt Veola had visited the circus when Phillip was five years old. No use. All the men passing by, in their noncircus clothes, looked alike. Phillip saw a woman approach. She wore a tan raincoat and a serious expression. Her dark brown hair was pulled back tight. Accompanied by her stocky body, the hairstyle made her look like a juggling pin. Phillip thought he should ask her the time. “You must be Phillip,” she said. She removed a plain white handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her hand with it. “I’m Aunt Veola.” She shook Phillip’s hand with a firm grip, then wiped her hand again. “You can catch a cold from a handshake,” she explained as she slipped the handkerchief back into her pocket.
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