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Take it to school? I don’t think so.”
    “Why not?” Dad asked. “Your new teacher will be impressed. The other kids will like it, too. This is a really valuable rabbit.”
    I rolled my eyes. “You’re joking—right? Dad, I’m in sixth grade, not kindergarten.”
    “Take it to school tomorrow,” Dad insisted. “You always have trouble meeting new kids, Sam. Showing off the rabbit will help you.”
    “I think it’s a very nice idea,” Mom chimed in.
    “No way,” I said. I handed the ebony rabbit back to Dad. “I’m not a baby. I can’t bring in a bunny for show-and-tell. The kids will think I’m some kind of a geek. Sorry, Dad. But forget about it.”
    “It’s a very rare animal,” Dad argued. “It isn’t babyish, Sam. You’re making a big mistake.”
    Once Dad got an idea in his head, it was impossible to change his mind. He was as stubborn as me. And neither of us would ever back down.
    I let out a sigh. “Listen, Dad, I—I’ve got a big problem at school.”
    Petting the rabbit, he frowned at me. “A problem? On the first day?”
    “Yes. There’s an imp in the school,” I said. “An evil creature. And he—”
    Dad laughed. “Don’t you ever get tired of crazy stories?”
    “Sam, you should take the rabbit to school. Definitely,” Mom said. “It’s better than dreaming up silly stories. And maybe your teacher will give you extra credit in science.”
    “No way!” I shouted. “No way! No way!” I screamed the words all the way up to my room. “No way! No way! No way!”
    Did the ebony rabbit come to school with me the next day?
    Three guesses.
    And did it turn out to be one of the most horrifying days of my life?
    One guess.

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    “It’s called an ebony rabbit,” I said. I held the rabbit up high so everyone in class could see it. “Because of its black fur.”
    “Cool,” Tonya muttered from the first row.
    “It has such long ears,” Mr. Kimpall said. He stood at the side of the room, leaning on a window. “It looks as if it could trip over them!”
    “It came from the National Zoo,” I explained. “My dad used to work at that zoo before we moved here. And he still has friends there who send him animals.”
    “Cool,” someone said from the back of the room. “Does it taste good?”
    Several kids laughed. I could feel myself blushing.
    How did I end up showing the rabbit after all my protests?
    I didn’t bring it to school. My dad did.
    Typical Dad. He has to win every argument.
    He showed up at the classroom door about fifteen minutes after school started. He asked Mr. Kimpall if he could see me. Then he handed me the cage.
    “Dad—please!” I growled through gritted teeth. “Take it back.”
    “Show it to the class. They’ll enjoy it,” Dad said. He turned and headed away. “Take good care of it,” he called. “It’s very valuable.”
    He had a big grin on his face. He was so totally pleased with himself!
    I wanted to heave the cage after him. I was furious. But I couldn’t make a big scene in front of the whole class.
    I was trapped. I had no choice but to show off the rabbit.
    “Can you pick it up by the ears?” Simpson asked.
    A few kids laughed.
    “I don’t know,” I answered. “I didn’t ask my dad. Some rabbits can be picked up that way. But I don’t know about this one.”
    “Can I pet it?” Tonya asked.
    Since I was standing right in front of her, I held it out. She rubbed her hand over its back.
    “Can I pet it?” another girl asked.
    “Me, too?” Simpson asked, jumping to his feet.
    “Whoa. Hold your horses,” Mr. Kimpall said, hurrying to the front of the room. “If everyone pets it, it won’t have much of that beautiful fur left—will it?”
    He turned to me. “Nice job, Sam. Thank your dad for bringing in this unusual rabbit so you could share it with us. You’d better put it back in its cage now.”
    I carried the rabbit to its cage and carefully locked it inside. Then I searched for a good place to keep the