Stink: The Incredible Shrinking Kid
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In honor of Judy Moody's younger "bother," the creators of the award-winning series have put themselves in a very Stink-y mood (Ages 5-8).
Shrink, shrank, shrunk!
Every morning, Judy Moody measures Stink and it's always the same: three feet, eight inches tall. Stink feels like even the class newt is growing faster than he is. Then, one day, the ruler reads -- can it be? -- three feet, seven and three quarters inches! Is Stink shrinking? He tries everything to look like he’s growing, but wearing up-and-down stripes and spiking his hair aren't fooling anyone into thinking he's taller. If only he could ask James Madison -- Stink's hero, and the shortest person ever to serve as President of the United States.
In Stink's first solo adventure, his special style comes through loud and strong -- enhanced by a series of comic strips, drawn by Stink himself, which are sprinkled throughout the book. From "The Adventures of Stink in SHRINK MONSTER" to "The Adventures of Stink in NEWT IN SHINING ARMOR," these very funny, homespun sagas reflect the familiar voice of a kid who pictures himself with super powers to deal with the travails of everyday life -- including the occasional teasing of a bossy big sister!
and go back to the water.” “Now that’s a teensy-weensy bit not-boring,” said Judy. “And they shed their skins,” Stink said. “Interesting!” said Judy. “Call me when that happens.” On Saturday, Stink wrote in his journal some more. “Stink, are you going to stare at that newt all weekend?” asked Judy. “I’m building him a raft. Out of Legos. Maybe he’ll come out and float.” “You know what would be really UN-boring?” asked Judy. “Put the newt in with Toady.” “No way!” said Stink. “Newts are
life of the newt skin for art class. He read a poem called “Who Has Seen the Wind?” He wrote one called “Who Has Seen the Newt?” and he used all his homework phrases in sentences. Taking care of a newt is easier said than done. I hope Newton does not get cold feet out on the river. If your class pet goes down the drain, go back to the drawing board. Judy came up to his room. “I’m sorry, Stink,” she said. “I’m super-duper sorry. But I bet Newton slipped right down the pipes and on down to the
leg, we could stretch you out like a rubber band. Then you’d be taller.” Stink did not want to be a rubber band. So he ate all his peas at dinner. He did not hide even one in his napkin. He drank all his milk, and did not pour even one drop into Judy’s glass when she wasn’t looking. “Measure me again,” Stink said to Judy. “One more time. Before bed.” “Stink, I just measured you this morning.” “That was before I ate all those peas and drank all that milk,” said Stink. Stink put on his shoes.
growing takes time, thought Stink. It’s all part of the life cycle. One day, it’s going to happen to me. Me! Mr. James Moody! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or, if real, are used fictitiously. Text copyright � 2005 by Megan McDonald Cover and interior illustrations copyright � 2005 by Peter H. Reynolds Stink®. Stink is a registered trademark of Candlewick Press, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this book
people will notice?” “They’ll notice,” said Judy. Stink ran upstairs to look in the mirror. “HEY! My HAIR! It’s ORANGE!” “Don’t worry,” said Judy. “It’ll wash out . . . in about a week.” “I look like a carrot!” said Stink. “Carrots are tall,” said Judy, and she laughed all the way to the bus stop. Stink’s friend Elizabeth sat next to him in class. They were the shortest kids in Class 2D, so they sat up front. “Hi, Elizabeth,” said Stink. “I’m not Elizabeth anymore,” she told Stink. “From