The Floor Is Gross
The floor tasted gross. I bet you’re wondering why I licked it to begin with. Well, one minute, I’m swapping jokes about gym class, and the next I’m staring at hundreds of crumbs scattered across the floor, and a lot of kindergarteners untied shoes. Instead of asking how I fell, I wondered what those crumbs tasted like, and the minute my tongue grazed them, nosey Sherry Finch glanced down. Instead of keeping it to herself, she screams as if she’d…