Daisy Woodworm Changes the World by Melissa Hart

Author:Melissa Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Daisy Woodworm, Daisy Woodward, Daisy Wormwood, Melissa Hart, Melissa Heart, Melisa Heart, Sorrel, Squirrel, middle grade, contemporary, Down syndrome, special olympics, disabilities, Youtube, entomology, girls in STEM
Publisher: North Star Editions
Published: 2022-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

B there soon!

Miguel and Squirrel and I filmed two more videos. When we were finished, I turned off the camera and collapsed Dad’s umbrella and lights. “Help me put these back in his office,” I told Squirrel.

Miguel followed us downstairs with the tripod, and I put all the gear back in Dad’s closet. “I’d better head downtown,” I said. “Poppy wants me to meet this actress who’s making a movie. She’s over on Main Street. It’s all blocked off because they’re filming today.”

I didn’t add that our parents were there as Celebrity Poop Scoopers.

Miguel smoothed back his ponytail. “Alina Petrov, right?” he said.

Squirrel pretended to swoon over the stair railing. “I love Alina,” he said. “She’s got the best fashion tips. She showed me how to pluck my eyebrows!”

“They looked like inchworms when you got done,” I teased him.

Miguel laughed. “I saw Alina in Beetle Boy. I’ll come too. It’s fun hanging out with you.”

I couldn’t tell if he was talking about me or Squirrel. “You don’t have to,” I said. “I mean, there’s thousands of people down there.” I pictured the look on Poppy’s face if I showed up downtown with Miguel. “It’s a mess. We probably won’t even see Alina.” Knowing my luck, we’d see the Poop Fairies going about their business, instead. Correction: going about Alina Petrov’s poodle’s business.

Miguel shrugged. “I don’t care. Let’s check out the scene. You’re coming, right, Squirrel?”

My brother checked his hair in the hallway mirror. “You bet! After I meet Alina, let’s get ice cream! I got paid yesterday.”

“What’s your job?” Miguel asked.

“I’m a janitor at my school.” Squirrel giggled. “I make the toilets all sparkly!”

“Nice!” Miguel said. “What’s brown and sits on a piano bench?”

“What?” Squirrel asked. He loved a good joke.

Miguel cleared his throat. “Beethoven’s last movement.”

At first, Squirrel didn’t get it. But when I explained the punchline, he fell on the ground laughing. “Beethoven’s last movement!” he howled.

“That joke’s the best,” Miguel agreed.

“Boys,” I muttered.

Hasenpfeffer hopped out and stood up on his hind legs and put his white front paws on Squirrel’s knee. “Um . . . shouldn’t that be in a cage?” Miguel asked us with his eyes gone wide again.

“He’s litter box trained.” I reached for a banana from the fruit bowl on the table and gave Hasenpfeffer a piece. He snatched it from my fingers and scampered off under the coffee table. “He can stay out as long as the power cords are up,” I explained. “He chewed up some when we first got him, so we put them up high and gave him pieces of wood to chew on instead.”

Miguel whistled. “Cockroaches and a litter box–trained rabbit? Cool!”

“Don’t you have pets?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “My mom’s allergic. She’d flip if I asked for a cockroach. She’s . . . well, you know all those fancy home magazines they sell at the market? Our house is like that.”

“Must be hard being rich,” I observed.

Miguel shook his head. “We’re not rich. My mom’s just obsessed with thrifting.

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