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chapter 40
    In Which Uncle Jayne Finds the Place on the Copier Where Moxy’s Sample Thank-you Note Should Go So It Can Be Copied
    Uncle Jayne carefully arranged Moxy’s sample thank-you note facedown on the copier so that Moxy—well, probably not Moxy—so that whoever Moxy told to make copies could make copies.
    â€œJust punch in the number of copies you want and push Start,” said Uncle Jayne.
    The only way Moxy could think of to get out of Ajax’s chair was to stand on one of the arms and jump.
    But Moxy wasn’t in the mood to jump. Perhaps it was the position she’d been in—practically lying down. Perhaps it was exhaustion from all the thinking she’d been doing. But the only thing Moxy felt like doing was taking a nap.
    Then she yawned—a great big delightful full-mouth sort of yawn.
    â€œSam? Pansy? Are you paying attention to what Uncle Jayne is telling you?” Moxy called out. “We have to be sure we understand what to do next.”
    â€œMake sure you have enough paper,” said Uncle Jayne. He looked at the paper trays. There were five, and each one had a stack of different-colored paper on it. (Ajax was very fond of colored copy paper.) Uncle Jayne estimated that there were about 100 sheets of each color, which added up to about 500 pieces of paper altogether.
    â€œYou have enough paper,” declared Uncle Jayne.
    But Moxy’s eyes were already closed.
    â€œShould we wake her up?” asked Pansy.
    â€œNot a good idea,” replied Sam.
    Waking Moxy when she was in the middle of a dream was a dangerous thing. That was because Moxy loved to dream almost as much as she loved to be awake.
    Just then she was dreaming she was Eleanor Roosevelt, and—as Moxy would be the first to tell you—that’s exactly the sort of dream that only happens once—twice at most—in a lifetime.
    â€œPress this big red button,” Uncle Jayne said to those of us who were still awake, “and huggaly-puggaly-smuggaly-smote, you’ll have copies of Moxy’s thank-you note!”
    Then he pulled the Susan B. Anthony silver dollar he had put back in Moxy’s left ear out of Pansy’s right ear and gave it to her.
    â€œI’ll be right back,” he said, and walked out the door.

chapter 41
    In Which Pansy Pushes the Big Red Start Button Before Sam Is Ready
    Sam punched “12” into the copier. But the number didn’t show up in the little box. So he pressed “12” again. Nothing. Once more, he pressed “12,” and just as he did, he noticed he’d been looking for the “12” in the wrong little box. The right little box said “121,212.”

chapter 42
    The Really Big Mess Begins
    At that exact moment, Pansy pushed the big red Start button. Sam hadn’t yet figured out how to change the number of copies from 121,212 back to 12. If he had, this story wouldn’t be quite as good—though it would still be quite good.
    Suddenly, the copier started firing copies into the air. It sounded sort of like a machine gun.
    It was just plain good luck that at that very moment Moxy’s dream was turning from a good dream into a bad dream. She was still dreaming she was Eleanor Roosevelt, but her husband, who was the President of the United States, had just told her she had to write thank-you notes to every citizen in America for their help in the War Effort.
    She was quite relieved, then, when a copy of one of her thank-you notes drifted onto her face and woke her.
    Moxy took the note off her face and read it over. “Oh, good job!” she said.
    By now the air was thick with flying thank-you notes. They covered the floor like big, flat snowflakes.
    Here is a photograph Mark took of the thank-you notes as they shot out of the copier.

    â€œThat’s all right,” Moxy called back. “I can always use extras for birthdays and half birthdays, that sort of