Judy Moody, M.D. Read Online Free PDF

you take an X-ray, so you know what you’re doing.”
    “What’s that big black blob?” asked Rocky.
    “That’s the thing I’m going to remove. The appendix. Nobody really knows what the appendix is for, so it’s a good thing to take out.”
    “I had my appendix out,” said Alison S.
    “I had mine out twice,” said Bradley.
    “Before you start,” said Judy, “don’t forget to take the Hippo oath. Swear by the Hippo guy, Father of Medicine, and Mr. Clean and Louis Lasagna that you will do your doctor best. Then make sure the patient is clean.”
    Judy turned to Frank. “Toothbrush!” She scrubbed the zucchini with a toothbrush.
    “Shot.” Frank handed her the shot from her doctor kit.
    “Give the patient a shot, so they fall asleep. Use your nicey-nicey voice and tell them they won’t feel a thing. Or tell them a joke to make them feel okay. Like, what vegetable lives in a cage? A
zoo-chini
!”
    Frank cracked up the most at that one.
    “Knife!” Frank handed Judy a plastic knife.
    “Next, make the incision.”
    “I-N-C-I-S-I-O-N,” said Intelligirl Jessica Finch, Queen of Medi-words. “A cut, slash, or gash.”
    Judy poked the zucchini with the plastic knife.
    “Scissors,” said Judy. Frank handed her the scissors.
    Snip, snip, snip.
    “Blood!” Judy said to Frank. She pointed to the ketchup bottle. Frank poured ketchup all over the zucchini.
    “Operations have lots of blood.”
    “All this ketchup stuff is making me hungry for hot dogs and stuff,” said Rocky.
    “Tweezers!” She whispered, “Clothespin” to Frank.
    “Take out the appendix.” Judy pulled out a hunk of seeds with the clothespin.
    “Sponge!” Judy picked up the zucchini and wiped off the ketchup-blood. The zucchini was so ketchup-y, it slipped out of Judy’s hands and fell to the floor.
    OH, NO!
    The kids in 3T leaned out of their seats to see what had happened. There, in the middle of aisle 3, was perfect patient Ima Green Zucchini, lying in a pool of ketchup-blood, broken in two!

    “Rule number one: Stay calm,” said Judy. “Admit ‘I know not’ what to do!”
    Then she had an idea. Judy picked up both halves of her patient and said to Frank, “Sutures!” So Frank handed her a needle and some thread.
    “I’ll just sew the patient back up.” Judy showed the class how to make nice neat stitches.
In, out, in, out.
    “Don’t just do a
sew-sew
job. Or your patient will have a purple Frankenstein scar. Or a pizza-shaped scar, like mine.” Judy pulled up her sleeve to show her own bumpy pizza-scar, from the time she fell chasing the ice-cream truck. Judy and Frank laughed till their appendixes hurt.
    Frank helped Judy put Band-Aids all over her patient. “Wait one week, then take the stitches out. Tell them to rest and eat prunes and plenty of Screamin’ Mimi’s ice cream. No, wait. That’s for tonsils. Whatever! The end.”
    Everybody clapped really hard. “Good job,” said Mr. Todd. “Nice details. You really thought of everything. I’d say it was a
smashing
success!”

The very next day after Operation Zucchini, Frank Pearl brought a cardboard person to school. A cardboard person that looked exactly like him.
    “Awesome,” said Rocky. “You have a twin!”
    “He’s my clone. I’m Frank. He’s Stein. Get it? We’re Frank-and-Stein!”
    Judy hoped Frank-and-Stein was not better than Operation Zucchini.

    Frank Pearl told the class how you get DNA from a bone or a hair. “One cell has all your genes. You can make another one of you, exactly like you, by cloning. You can’t see your genes,” said Frank. “But it’s all there.”
    “I can see my jeans. I’m wearing them,” said Bradley.
    “Not blue jeans. G-E-N-E, genes. DNA is the stuff that makes you YOU.”
    “Cool beans,” said Judy.
    “Scientists cloned a sheep and named her Dolly. And they cloned a bunch of mice. And some pigs, right here in Virginia,” Frank told the class.
    “Is that true, Mr. Todd?” asked Jessica