Oliver Dibbs to the Rescue! by Steiner Barbara;

Author:Steiner, Barbara;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media, Inc.

9.

Oliver Whale

Friday at first recess. Ollie went around the building to find Bo.

“See my crew cut, Ollie?” Bo found Ollie and ran up to him.

Bo’s hair didn’t look too bad. It wasn’t really a crew cut because Bo’s hair was naturally curly. It was a short, curly hairdo. Very short, but still curly. It made Bo look older and not as cute, but since Bo didn’t mind, Ollie thought it was fine.

Saturday morning the weather had turned cold but there was still off-and-on sunshine. Miss Andrews had picked Ollie and Bo up at eight o’clock. They’d put the whale in the back of the teacher’s station wagon after school on Friday, and Ollie looked back to see if it was all right. The whale smiled at Ollie.

“Just checking.” Ollie waved to the gray creature.

“Why are you talking to that whale?” asked Bo.

Ollie felt foolish. He hadn’t realized he had spoken out loud. “I wasn’t talking to the whale. I was talking to myself.”

Bo smiled at Ollie as if to say, I don’t care if you’re losing your mind, Ollie. I still love you. With the white fuzzy hood on he was cute again. Ollie had told him to wear his white sweat shirt and jeans. He didn’t have white pants and his mother had just laughed at Ollie’s suggestion that white pants would finish off the costume really well. Ollie knew she was thinking that white pants on Bo would be a disaster.

After picking up Rebecca and Frank, Miss Andrews turned her car toward Denver. It wasn’t a long trip but Ollie got restless and a little carsick. He rode in the back seat with Bo. Rebecca sat in the front alongside Miss Andrews.

Ollie suggested they sing the whale song to get their—his—mind off his stomach.

Then Miss Andrews said, “How about making up a fur-seal song?” She sang a song for them called “The Little White Duck,” and they soon had some new words.

There’s a little fur seal sitting on the snows,

A little fur seal doing what he knows.

He looks for Mother with big dark eyes,

Crawled on the ice, and said, I’m glad

I’m a little fur seal sitting on the snows.

Bark, bark, bark.

There’s a mother seal swimming in the seas,

A mother seal doing what she pleases.

She looks for her baby and sniffs his smell,

Feeds him milk and then she said, I’m glad

I’m a mother seal swimming in the seas.

Bark, bark, bark.

There’s a hunter cruel walking on the ice,

A hunter cruel doing what’s not nice.

He looks for baby and swings his club,

Kills the baby and said, I’m glad

I’m a hunter so rich hunting on the ice.

Furs. Furs. Furs.

Now there’s nobody left sitting on the snows,

Nobody left doing what he knows.

There’s nothing left but the ice so cold,

The little fur seals all dead, I’m sad,

‘Cause there’s nobody left sitting on the snows.

Boo! Hoo! Hoo!

“That makes me really want to cry,” said Rebecca.

Ollie felt the same way. “Maybe we can give the song to John Denver.”

“Did you know that he’ll be at the rally?” Miss Andrews asked.

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