Fruit Roll

The pocket of Cora's red sweater bulged. She didn't want Miss Allen to notice, so she quickly slipped into her seat. She removed a big orange from her pocket and hid it behind the box of crayons in her desk.

The morning dragged by. Usually Cora liked reading class, but not today. She couldn't keep her mind on the story. A classmate--Ford--had agreed to give the signal for the special activity the kids had planned. He said they should wait until math time and be ready when Miss Allen turned to the whiteboard.

Excitement built up when Miss Allen told the class to take out their math books. Everyone kept looking at Ford. When he put his hand in his desk, Cora covered her mouth. She didn't want Miss Allen to see that she was giggling. She reached inside her desk and took hold of the orange.

At last Miss Allen turned her back to the class. Cora drew a deep breath as Ford yelled, "Fruit roll!" In a flash, Cora's orange rolled down the aisle with lots of other fruit. The room became noisy,