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Chapter 8 -Lunch Is Served

Back in the cafeteria, the classes were sitting at their usual tables and ready to line up to collect their lunches. The kindergarteners went through the line first. Bonnie handed out two pieces of bread, and Ramon was positioned behind the large box of cheese, ready to distribute the slices to each student.   The kindergarteners went through the line first. Bonnie handed out two pieces of bread, and Ramon was positioned behind the large box of cheese, ready to distribute the slices to each student. 

The first kid in line made a face. “I don’t want a plain sandwich. I want a grilled cheese one.”“Yeah, me too,” called out another student..

The small kids began to chant. “Grilled cheese. Grilled cheese. Grilled cheese.”

 “What’s going on?” asked Mitzi, entering through the side door, accompanied by Marques Fifth grader Wayne Prescott sauntered over. “Hey, Mitzi, as president of the student government, I have to agree with the little twerps—I mean my constituents. 

“Huh? Your what?” Ramon asked  “Never mind,” said Wayne.

 “Whatever they are, they aren’t going to eat plain cheese on bread. You’ll have to do something.”

       Bonnie smiled. “What do you suggest? We can’t cook anything, and we don’t have enough money to order delivery. Cheese sandwiches are the best we can do.”

       Ramon opened up the big box of cheese that had been resting by the heater under the window heater. “Oh no! The cheese is melted into one big block. What do we do now?”

       Mitzi considered the problem. The chanting had taken root, and the other grades were joining in. She stuck her fingers into her mouth and emitted the most earsplitting whistle she could manage. The room silenced.

       “There! That’s better.” In a loud voice, she announced, “Everyone, I’d like to introduce your lunchtime entertainment and art experience.” She grabbed French’s arm and whispered, “Find Melody and tell her to start playing her keyboard. Marques, where are you?”

       “Here,” he said from behind her.

       “Good.” She turned to face the sound of wiggling, hungry students and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear her. “Marques and I will sculpt a fantastic piece of art out of this plain block of cheese. This truly will be a historic event at Mortimer Potts.”

       Then she lowered her voice and directed her comments to Bonnie, Wayne, and the other staff who had joined the group.

       “The kids can go through the line, and you give each kid a scoop of whatever we make out of the cheese. Little kids like it when food looks like something fun.”

       Myra agreed. “Yeah, my mom cuts my brother’s slices of cheese into different shapes at home. It fools him into thinking it’s better than it is.”

       “Marques, think of something you want to make out of the cheese, and I’ll sculpt it. You can help me.”

       A short time later, the youngest students in the school were thrilled to witness the creation of a large cheese statue of Mortimer Potts, founder and namesake of the school. His portrait was hanging in the front hallway of the school, and Marques used it as a guide to help Mitzi shape and pat his features into place. For extra interest, they positioned him into a fighting stance, holding a long plastic sword in a victory pose. Marques stepped back to admire the result.

       “Man, this is awesome! Maybe we can have the kids eat from the bottom so we can save his head for last. It looks just like the guy in the picture.”

       Myra looked at it doubtfully. “I think it’s creepy. Especially with the grape eyeballs you used.”

       French shook his head. “I disagree. Mitzi, you’re a genius. What little kid won’t love this?”

       Mitzi was pleased but had a question. “Hey, who was Mortimer Potts anyway?”

       “Nobody knows, but most of the buildings in town are named after him,” said Ramon.

       Bonnie wheeled herself over to Wayne. “Wayne, do you want to be the first to sample our fine cuisine?”

     “No thanks,” said Wayne. “I’m not hungry. We fifth graders ordered piz

     “What? Are you crazy? What if the delivery guy tells the authorities there aren’t any teachers here?”

     “Don’t worry,” said Wayne. “We had it delivered through the back window. The delivery guy won’t tell anybody. We tipped him a whole dollar.”

     Bonnie grabbed the sword from Mortimer’s hand and said, “Line up, guys, and we will cut you a nice piece of Mortimer Potts to go with your bread.”

     The students jumped out of their seats and jostled for a good position in line.

     “Mission accomplished,” said Mitzi as she headed back to the principal’s office.

     Hopefully, nothing else would go wrong before the teachers get back, she thought.

 

  “No thanks,” said Wayne. “I’m not hungry. We fifth graders ordered pizza.”

  “What? Are you crazy? What if the delivery guy tells the authorities there aren’t any teachers here?”

  “Don’t worry,” said Wayne. “We had it delivered through the back window. The delivery guy won’t tell anybody. We tipped him a whole dollar.”

  Bonnie grabbed the sword from Mortimer’s hand and said, “Line up, guys, and we will cut you a nice piece of Mortimer Potts to go with your bread.”

  The students jumped out of their seats and jostled for a good position in line.

  “Mission accomplished,” said Mitzi as she headed back to the principal’s office.

 Hopefully, nothing else would go wrong before the teachers get back, she thought.

Illustrations by Maria Santucci 
Again, the Moritmer Potts students come to life in in Maria Santucci's hilarious drawings. 
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