Mary Anne and the Search for Tigger by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin [Martin, Ann M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

We did not find Tigger that afternoon. Somehow, I wasn’t surprised.

But I was surprised the next afternoon when Jamie Newton said to me, “Let’s look for Tigger some more.”

It was Monday. I was baby-sitting for Jamie and Lucy, and the weather was gorgeous. Being outdoors would feel wonderful. But it seemed to me as if we’d already looked everywhere for Tigger. Every possible place. At least around here, and I couldn’t very well take the Newton kids to some other neighborhood in order to go kitten-hunting.

“Don’t you want to find Tigger?” asked Jamie.

“Of course I do!” I said.

“Then let’s look some more. We might have missed a place. Or maybe … maybe” (Jamie’s eyes were widening at whatever this new thought was) “he’s moved, and he’s sitting right in some place we already checked! He might be, you know. We better look everywhere all over again.”

I smiled at Jamie. “Is this really what you want to do today?”

“Yup. You can put Lucy in her stroller. And when we get to your house, we’ll ask Myriah and Gabbie if they want to help us look, too.”

“Well,” I said slowly. “All right.”

When Jamie had made his suggestion, he was sitting at the kitchen table drinking grape juice and eating crackers. And Lucy had just woken up from a nap. So there was a lot to do before we could go Tigger-hunting. I changed Lucy, cleaned her up, and put a new outfit on her. (The lavender overalls she’d worn in the morning were covered with milk, grape juice, and mashed banana.) Then I packed a bag to take on our walk. When you’re watching a baby, you can’t go anywhere without a bag. In it I put Baby Wipes, a bottle full of apple juice, a pacifier, a spare diaper, and a toy.

When Lucy was ready to go I started in on Jamie. He had a gigantic grape juice mustache, which we got rid of with some scrubbing. Then I found his jacket. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” I asked him as I picked up Lucy and her bag.

“Nope,” said Jamie.

“Okay.” Lucy’s stroller was in the garage. At the garage door, I stopped to put her sweater on. “Are you sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom?” I asked Jamie again.

“I’m sure.”

We went into the garage. I settled Lucy in the stroller and hung her bag on the back. “Last chance for the bathroom,” I said to Jamie.

“I’m fine,” he replied.

We set off. We were halfway down the driveway when Jamie said, “Mary Anne? I have to go to the bathroom.”

I sighed. But what can you do? Back we went. Ten minutes later we were on our way again. When we reached the Perkinses’ house, Jamie rang their bell.

“No woof-woof,” he remarked.

“Chewbacca must be in the backyard,” I told him. (Chewy is the Perkinses’ big black Labrador retriever. He loves people and gets excited when the bell rings. Usually, you hear galloping feet and excited barks when you push the doorbell.

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