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    â€œHow about Dr. Seuss?” I suggested.
    â€œEmily, go to Mrs. Cooney’s office!” shouted Miss Daisy. “Now!”
    Rappy was swooping around like he was out of his mind. Emily was crying, and for once I couldn’t blame her. I’d cry too if some nutty raptor attacked me. She crawled out of the gym on her hands and knees so Rappy couldn’t dive-bomb her.
    â€œHe’s wild!” shouted Michael. “He’ll use his razor-sharp talons and beak to tear into our flesh!”
    â€œHe’s just frightened!” shouted Miss Suki. “Rappy wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
    â€œHe hurt Emily!” yelled Andrea.
    â€œDon’t provoke him!” Miss Suki yelled, even though none of us knew what that meant. (Well, maybe Andrea did.)
    â€œCall Miss Lazar!” shouted Miss Daisy. Miss Lazar is the school custodian, and she can solve any problem. She must have been right down the hall, because about a second later she burst into the gym. She was holding a toilet bowl plunger.
    â€œWe have a wild raptor on our hands,”Miss Daisy said.

    â€œDo you want me to kill it?” asked Miss Lazar. She got into a batting stance like she was going to hit Rappy with the toilet bowl plunger.
    â€œNO!” yelled Miss Suki. “He’s endangered!”

    â€œI have an idea,” said Miss Lazar. “I could build a cage out of toilet bowl plungers and we could trap him inside. He’ll never escape.”
    Miss Lazar is bizarre. She has a museum filled with toilet bowl plungers in her secret storage room down in the basement.
    Mr. Klutz came running into the gym with his bald head.
    â€œWhat seems to be the problem?” he asked.
    â€œThe raptor attacked Emily!” Miss Daisy said.
    â€œEveryone calm down,” said Mr. Klutz. “I’ll take care of this. I know how tohandle animals. In my younger days I used to work in a zoo.”
    â€œPlease don’t hurt Rappy,” begged Miss Suki. “He’s my baby!”
    â€œLeave it to me,” said Mr. Klutz. “Where is he?”
    â€œUP THERE!” we all shouted.
    Mr. Klutz looked up. When he saw Rappy flying around near the ceiling, he screamed.
    â€œQuick!” he yelled. “Get me a towel!”
    â€œAre you going to trap the raptor in a towel?” Miss Daisy asked, running into the locker room to get one.
    â€œNo,” said Mr. Klutz. “I’m going to wrap the towel around my head so the raptordoesn’t peck me.”
    That was smart. After all, Mr. Klutz’s bald head is so shiny, Rappy might see his reflection—and attack!
    Miss Daisy came running back with a towel. Mr. Klutz wrapped it around his bald head. Then our gym teacher, Miss Small, came racing in. She was carrying a catcher’s mitt, chest protector, and shin guards.
    â€œHere,” she said. “Put these on!”
    â€œGood idea!” Mr. Klutz said. After he put the stuff on, he looked like a real catcher. That is, if catchers wore towels on their heads.
    â€œHow will you get the raptor downfrom the ceiling?” asked Miss Small.
    â€œHand me that mirror!” ordered Mr. Klutz. “I’ll put it in the mitt. The raptor will see his reflection in the mirror and think it’s his enemy. Then he’ll fly right into the mitt, and I’ll catch him.”
    Boy, Mr. Klutz should get the No Bell Prize for that genius idea. If he was a kid, he’d be in the gifted and talented program for sure.
    Miss Small picked up Emily’s mirror and gave it to Mr. Klutz.

    â€œWhat if Rappy missesthe mitt?” asked Andrea. “Raptors have four-inch-long, razor-sharp talons they use to tear into flesh. He could kill a lion!”
    Mr. Klutz grabbed Miss Suki’s Blueberry Award and held it in front of him like a shield.
    â€œThis will protect me,” he said.
    At that moment, guess who ran through the door? Nobody, because running through a