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Zusatztext Review! The New York Times Book Review ! May 11! 2008: "Blume certainly knows her way around this age group . . . [and] James Stevenson's pen and wash drawings also provide balance! along with warmth and personality." Informationen zum Autor Judy Blume Klappentext THE PAIN AND the Great One hardly agree on anything. But deep down, they know they can count on each other, especially at school, where it often takes two to figure things out. Like when that first baby tooth falls out on the school bus. Or when an unwanted visitor on Bring Your Pet to School Day needs to be caught. Or worst of all, when a scary bully says you're burnt toast. On days like these it can feel good not to go it alone. (And don't forget Fluzzy the cat, who knows a thing or two himself.)The Pain has a loose tooth. He wiggles it all day long. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. You’d think it was the first loose tooth in the history of the world. Today at the school bus stop he opened his mouth. “Look at this!” he called proudly. The tooth was hanging by a thread. I could have reminded him that by the time I was in first grade I’d already lost three teeth. But I didn’t. Instead, when we got on the school bus, I offered to finish the job for him. But he shut his mouth and shook his head. “Okay . . . fine,” I told him. “But don’t come crying to me if you swallow it.” Just as the bus pulled up to school, the Pain yelled, “Look . . . it fell out!” And he held up his tooth. Everyone cheered. When we got off the bus, he tried to give it to me. “I don’t want your yucky tooth,” I told him. “But I’ll lose it,” he cried. “Not if you’re careful.” “But I lose everything.” “Too bad.” “I’ll give you half of whatever the Tooth Fairy brings,” he said. Hmmm . . . half of whatever the Tooth Fairy brings, I thought. Since it’s his first tooth, that could mean more loot than usual. “Come on, Abigail . . .” the Pain said, shoving his tooth in my face. “We split it fifty-fifty?” I asked. “Is that half?” “Yes,” I told him. “Exactly half.” “Okay,” he said. “Deal.” We shook on it. Then I took his tooth. The Pain gave me a silly smile. He looked like a minidragon with that gap between his teeth. As soon as he walked away, I started to worry. What if I lose his tooth? Think how disappointed he’ll be. All day at school I worried. During recess I wanted to jump rope with Kaylee. But I was too scared I’d lose the tooth. Kaylee told me to put it in my pocket. “What if it falls out?” I asked. “Give it to me,” she said. “I’ll hold it while you jump.” In art class I drew pictures of teeth. At lunch I kept the tooth next to my sandwich as if it was a piece of candy. During science I checked it under the microscope. Ms. Valdez was impressed. She thought it was my tooth. “It’s my brother’s,” I explained. “His first. And I’m responsible for it.” Ms. Valdez gave me an envelope. “Put it in here,” she said. I dropped the tooth inside. Ms. Valdez licked the flap and pressed it closed. Then I wrote on the front: The Pain’s Tooth. Handle With Care. Finally, the school day ended. It was the longest school day in the history of the world. On the bus going home the Pain asked to have his tooth back. I was so glad to give him the envelope. Now my worries were over. That night, after his bath, the Pain couldn’t find his tooth. He still had the envelope but it was empty. “I took care of your tooth all day at school!” I shouted. “I didn’t let it out of my sight for one minute. And now look–you lose everything!” “I told you, didn’t I?” So we started looking. We looked everywhere. In his pockets. In his underwear. In his lunch box. Even in his ears, just in case. But there was no tooth. “Why did you open the envelope?” I asked. “Because Dyla...
