It’s recess time for Ball and Volley, and guess what they’re playing out on the school yard.
But Her and Sock are having trouble getting together for a game…and the spelling teacher is off in the break room and can’t help.
Sitting on a bench, Clart, the new kid from the wealthy part of town, is shyly revealing a bit about herself to a friendly classmate.
“Well, it’s like, you know, we can only live in the big dictionaries because the common words fill up the smaller ones.
“Sometimes I wish I could just get off by myself, but that’s not gonna happen — it’s like jam-packed at my place.”
“But who are you?” asked her new friend? “What are you like?”
“I haven’t told anyone else here,” Clart said. “I’m sorta ashamed. I wish my folks had named me Amber, or Ruby. I’m a verb.” Lowering her head she quietly continued, “My definition is ‘to smear or bedaub with sticky dirt.’”
Her companion moved away a bit, silently studying Clart for a long moment.
“Aw, don’t look so bummed, you have a great personality,” she told Clart, and grabbing her hand led her off to join Mint and Pepper for a game of tag.