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said, ‘I’m. Going. To. Get. You.’ ”
    â€œYes! That’s what I thought he said! I was right!”
    â€œI heard you that time. You whispered it.”
    We started walking again.
    â€œWell, it doesn’t matter, because that really is what the kid said. I’m going to have to wear orange and blue every day just to prove to him my Broncosloyalty. Remind me never to wear any Packer green, okay?”
    â€œI’ve never heard of such an adamant Broncos fan. He was probably annoyed because you were holding him up. I know I would’ve been. He needed Ms. Goodkind’s signature, but because of you and your ridiculous immortality, she had to drive you to the elementary school to be her son’s emergency show-and-tell specimen.”
    â€œMost people don’t get punched because of that.” I stopped on the sidewalk to think for a second. “Maybe he was swatting at a fruit fly.”
    â€œThere are no fruit flies in winter,” Mary said. “Look, Ferrell, you better get your fight face on or this kid is going to be on your back for the rest of the year.”
    â€œA fight face, huh? Do you mean like this?” I jutted my jaw forward and stuck out my bottom teeth.
    Mary laughed. “You couldn’t look menacing even if your life depended on it.”
    â€œOh, yeah? What about this?” I furrowed my eyebrows and flared my nostrils.
    Mary laughed harder. Sometimes, when I get on a roll, she laughs so hard that she barely makes any noise at all. She just squeaks through her nose.
    â€œOr how about this to curdle your blood!” I jumped in front of her, making the Incredible Hulk pose, and grunted like a crazy man, saying, “A burrito, achoo!”
    â€œYou don’t look scary, you look like Curious George!” she managed to gasp.
    â€œBwa-ha-ha-ha! I am the Incredibly Curious Hulk, and I shall eat the girl in the teal-blue hat!” I stomped in circles around her, like a monster-monkey, scratching my armpit until, at last, there it was: the squeaky nose thing. My mission was accomplished.
    When we reached my house, Mary was still breathless from laughing, but she suddenly jolted to a stop. I looked toward where she was gazing. The pollypry feather was taped to the front door with a note attached to it.
    Mary pulled off the paper and opened it. It read:
    YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS.
    â€”B. L.

Chapter Six
    THE NEXT MORNING I SAT eating my breakfast at the table with Dad while he worked on the bookshelvers’ schedules for the library.
    â€œSo, what were you and Mary discussing yesterday afternoon that had you all so serious?” he asked.
    â€œThis note,” I said. “We found it taped to the door.” I told him about Bruce Littledood and how he’d raised his fist at me.
    Mom set a plate of Fakin’ Bacon in front of me and took the note from my hand. “Oh, Ferrell, for heaven’s sake. What in the world could he possibly think you’ve gotten away with?” I dodged myhead just before she was able to ruffle my hair.
    â€œHe seems to think I’m getting away with rooting for the wrong team. For some reason he doubts my loyalty to the Broncos,” I said, pointing out that today I was wearing my Peyton Manning jersey.
    â€œPeople around here do get a little carried away about football,” Mom said.
    Dad looked up from his schedules. “Did you do or say something to antagonize him?”
    â€œI barely know him. I just met him at the race. He seemed fine that day, a little scatterbrained maybe, but not psycho or anything.”
    â€œWe can try to talk to his parents. But until then, if he gives you any problems, don’t hesitate to use your cell phone. That’s why we gave it to you.”
    â€œNo way. You can’t talk to his parents about this. Everyone will hear about it. Besides, Dad . . . Seriously, the kid is this big.” I held my hand