I had already finished listening to the tape, so I picked up my book and looked at the pictures. It had a whole page of pictures of kachina dolls. One was wearing moccasins with tiny beads. Another one had a cape made out of rabbit fur. In one hand he had a big spear, and in the other he was holding an orange, black, and yellow shield covered in feathers. But no matter how long I stared at those pictures, all I kept seeing were monkey faces on each doll. I’ve learned that when I have a powerful problem in my brain, it hangs around in there and takes up all my thinking space until I deal with it. I definitely had monkey socks on the brain, which isn’t very comfortable, so I decided to deal with it. I dialed Frankie’s number. You know when you really want to talk to someone, how it seems like the phone rings forever? That’s what happened. It felt like it took fifteen rings before Frankie’s dad answered. “Hello, Dr. Townsend,” I said. “Ah, it’s the young Mr. Zipzer,” he said.
What do You think about The Zippity Zinger #4 (2010)?
