The Horrible Swamp Monster [antikvár]

"One, two, three, four, five, six. One, two, three, four, »4 five, six. One, two, three, four, five, six . . . " I sat at my desk and held my breath as Mrs. Phillips quickly counted the rest of the class. "All right, boys and girls," she said when she finished. "All Number One's gather over here, all Number Two's over there." I didn't hear any more. My name is Raymond Almond and I sit in the first desk in the first row. I'm a Number One. This number business was Mrs. Phillips' idea. She's really into it. For our sixth-grade spring project, we are supposed to work in teams of six. Mrs. Phillips said that the fairest way to divide into teams was to count off. Actually I wouldn't have worried about who was in my group except that there was one person in class I didn't want to be teamed with. "Just my crummy luck to get stuck with you in my group," Vema Wilkes hissed at me as we arrived in