Einstein the Class Hamster Saves the Library (Einstein the Class Hamster Series)

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by Janet Tashjian


  clipboard so Einstein could see all the

  signatures. “The board said I got

  enough to speak tonight.”

  Ned had come such a long way

  from a few months ago when he was

  the quietest kid in class with Einstein

  as his only friend. Now he had enough

  confidence to ask several hundred

  people to help his cause.

  “Great job,” Einstein said. “Let me

  get my notes to help you prepare.”

  “Your facts will be really helpful,”

  Ned said. “Unfortunately, I won’t be

  able to tell everyone where I got all

  this good information.”

  “That’s okay.” Einstein had all the

  faith in the world that Ned

  would get the job done.

  AMANDA TAWKTOO

  HUGH JEERS

  EILEEN DOVER

  WILL U. REED

  SEYMOUR BOOKS

  JUSTIN TIME

  CANDY CRUSH

  ROBIN BANKS

  But as soon as Einstein saw Ned

  the next morning, he knew something

  was wrong. “Didn’t they let you talk?”

  Einstein asked.

  “They let me talk, all right,” Ned said.

  “I did a presentation with charts—I

  even used my father’s laser pointer. It

  was a really professional presentation.”

  “So what happened?”

  “All anyone wanted to do was talk

  about the candy corn video,” Ned said.

  “I told you that video was a

  disaster,” Einstein said.

  “Looks like Plans A and B both

  failed.”

  All the students appeared as if

  they’d caught the same strain of

  depression virus—Bonnie looked ready

  to cry and Ricky just stared at the

  top of his desk in a daze.

  “We can’t give up!” Einstein said.

  “Remember the famous quote: ‘It’s

  not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I

  stay with problems longer.’”

  “Who said that?” Ned asked.

  “My namesake, Albert Einstein.”

  Einstein pulled himself up a few

  inches taller. “If HE didn’t give up,

  then WE’RE not giving up either.”

  “Hey, do you guys want to come

  home with me this weekend?” Ned

  asked Einstein and Marlon.

  “I can’t,” Einstein said.

  Ned looked at his friend with

  suspicion. “Why? What’s going on?”

  “Nothing!” Einstein lied. “I left some

  things at Ms. Moreno’s house.”

  “He wants to watch infomercials,”

  Marlon said.

  Einstein shot Marlon the evil eye.

  “Blabbermouth!”

  “TV addict,” Marlon whispered back.

  “Just for that, you don’t get to use

  the slushie maker when I finally get

  it,” Einstein said.

  “Okay, Marlon, let’s go.” Ned picked

  up Marlon’s tank and headed home

  for the weekend.

  As Einstein watched them go, he

  wondered if he was doing the right

  thing. Shouldn’t he be with Ned and

  Marlon, brainstorming new ways to

  save the library?

  “Looks like it’s you and me,

  Einstein,” Ms. Moreno said as she

  packed up her things.

  That purse organizer really does

  work, Einstein thought. What a great

  purchase. He happily went home with

  their teacher for the weekend.

  It took Albert Einstein a long time

  to learn to speak. He may have been

  slow with words, but that’s because

  Einstein thought in pictures. Most of his

  breakthroughs were not performed in

  a lab but in his head. He called them

  Gedankenexperiments, which means

  “thought experiments” in German. For one

  of his theories of relativity, he imagined

  how someone traveling on a train would

  watch lightning bolts hitting the train

  differently from how someone standing

  on the platform would see them. His

  theories might involve a lot of math and

  physics, but he thought them up first in

  images. Einstein was TIME magazine’s

  PERSON OF THE CENTURY in December

  1999—not bad for a daydreamer who

  hated haircuts and socks.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  AhA!

  Einstein’s new strategy was to

  pretend he was sick so Ms. Moreno

  would take him out of the tank to sit

  with her on the couch. And it worked!

  Once Einstein was settled next to her,

  he focused on one thing: gaining

  control of the remote.

  When Ms. Moreno left the room to

  get a cup of tea or a few of the Girl

  Scout cookies she kept stashed in the

  cupboard, Einstein changed the

  channel to a shopping network HE

  wanted to watch. Enough with the

  fuzzy clown slippers—what about

  that musical Twister game? Or the

  mini-muffin oven? At one point

  during the evening, Ms. Moreno tried

  to put Einstein back in his tank, but

  Einstein pretended to cry until she let

  him stay.

  Einstein was mesmerized by the

  cookie-decorating machine, the steam

  press, the pretzel factory, the jelly

  bean bank, and the calligraphy kit. His

  favorite was the automatic coin

  counter—what a great way to keep

  track of all the donations his class

  was receiving to save the library. But

  thinking about

  the padlocked

  library suddenly

  made him feel

  bad.

  The shopping

  network host

  interrupted Einstein’s reverie. “And

  here’s something for all you book

  lovers out there: beautiful

  bookplates!”

  Both Einstein and Ms. Moreno sat

  up straight.

  “Handsome, personalized

  bookplates for your home library!”

  THIS BOOK

  BELONGS TO . . .

  YOU!

  The announcer continued. “With gold-

  embossed lettering.”

  “Gold,” Ms. Moreno said in a trance.

  “Embossed,” Einstein added.

  They both stared at the television

  as the host browsed through a large

  room filled with shelves and shelves

  of books.

  Looking at all those wonderful

  books, Einstein couldn’t get the

  Albert Einstein quote out of his head:

  It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just

  that I stay with problems longer. Had

  he abandoned the library problem in

  favor of watching TV with Ms.

  Moreno? Einstein scurried back to his

  tank and his piles of notes.

  He spent the next few hours

  reviewing his research until he

  stumbled onto a piece of information

  he’d missed before. This could be it!

  Einstein thought. A way to save the

  library! He’d need Ned’s help, of

  course. Maybe some others’ too.

  As he congr
atulated himself on

  a job well done, Einstein had no

  idea that across the room Ms.

  Moreno was hatching a plan of

  her own.

  I STILL NEED TO

  SAVE THE LIBRARY!

  I STILL NEED

  A NEW PURSE!

  The oldest form of money was probably

  cattle, which people traded for goods

  and services, as far back as 9000 B.C. The

  first coins, from around 2000 B.C., were

  shaped like cattle and made out of bronze.

  America’s initial paper money was issued

  in 1690 in Massachusetts. Before that,

  people traded deer and elk skins, which

  is why the word buck is used to describe

  money.

  The only woman to appear on any

  U.S. paper currency is Martha Washington.

  Her portrait was on the one-dollar silver

  certificate in 1886, 1891, and 1896. No

  other women have been featured on U.S.

  paper currency since then.

  YOU SAID

  ONE BUCK,

  RIGHT?

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  TeLlInG ThE

  OtHeRs

  Einstein sharpened his pencil to take

  notes. He loved Mondays!

  “I really bonded with Ms. Moreno

  this weekend,” he told Marlon.

  “Did you bond over musical waffle

  irons?”

  “For your information, not every

  infomercial product is musical.”

  Einstein didn’t tell Marlon that upon

  closer inspection, the automatic coin

  counter did, in fact, play “The Star-

  Spangled Banner.”

  “I have a plan I think will work, but

  I need your help.” Einstein handed Ned

  a piece of paper.

  “This is soggy,” Ned said.

  “It was in my cheek pouch,” Einstein answered.

  “Your handwriting is terrible,” Ned

  complained.

  “JUST READ IT!”

  Einstein said.

  Ned squinted to read Einstein’s tiny

  hamster handwriting. “Hey! This could

  work!”

  Principal Decker strode into the

  room carrying Twinkles.

  “Okay, everyone!” Ms. Moreno said.

  “Saturday morning we’re having a

  giant yard sale to raise money for

  the library.”

  “A SCHOOL yard sale,” Marlon joked.

  Bonnie’s hand shot up. “Can I help?”

  “There’ll be lots of things for

  everyone to do,” Ms. Moreno said. “I

  just sent an e-mail to all your

  parents too.”

  “Will this mess up your plan?” Ned

  whispered to Einstein.

  “Let’s try her plan first,” Einstein

  said. “We’ll keep mine as backup.”

  Einstein looked at Ms. Moreno handing

  out assignments to his classmates. As

  much as he was bothered by her in

  the past for luring contestants away

  from AnSwEr . . . ThAt . . .

  QuEsTiOn, he had to admit she

  really cared about her students.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  Principal Decker asked their teacher.

  “Even if you raise a lot of money,

  there’s no guarantee it’ll be enough to

  reopen the library.”

  “We have to try,” Ms. Moreno said.

  “Okay, Saturday morning it is,”

  Principal Decker agreed.

  Francis Scott Key was a thirty-five-year-

  old lawyer who was negotiating with the

  British to release an American prisoner

  during the War of 1812. The British

  agreed to release the prisoner, but only

  after they attacked Fort McHenry in

  Baltimore. Francis Scott Key witnessed the

  bombarding of the fort from the deck of

  a truce ship; in the morning, he watched

  the troops at Fort McHenry replace the

  war-torn U.S. flag with an even larger one.

  While on the boat, he wrote a poem that

  later became “The Star Spangled Banner.”

  It was published in September 1814.

  When the poem was turned into song,

  it was set to the tune of a lighthearted

  British ditty. The song was named the

  national anthem in 1931. The flag that

  flew over Fort McHenry that day now

  rests in the Smithsonian Institution in

  Washington, D.C.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  WiLl It WoRk?

  On Saturday morning, several cars

  pulled into the school parking lot.

  Einstein recognized Ned’s parents’

  car, as well as Ricky’s and Bonnie’s.

  He was excited to see the school

  librarian, Ms. Remington, again.

  Suddenly an eighteen-wheeler

  pulled into the parking lot.

  “It’s showtime!” Ms. Moreno said.

  Ms. Moreno, wearing overalls and

  work gloves, opened the truck’s large

  door. Inside, the truck was stacked

  floor to ceiling with all of Ms.

  Moreno’s infomercial gadgets. She

  stood on the bed of the truck and

  addressed parents and students.

  “Let’s unload this baby!”

  Ms. Remington, the parents, and

  the students made a human conveyor

  belt and unloaded the truck onto the

  rows and rows of tables Mr. Wright,

  the custodian, had set up in the

  parking lot. Soon the tables were full

  of furry shelves, cat mittens, a

  french fry holder for your car, and

  a scale in the shape of a dodo bird.

  By the time they finished unloading

  the truck, there was a line wrapped

  twice around the school with eager

  shoppers.

  “Ms. Moreno is donating all this to

  the school?” Ricky asked. “She’s

  single-handedly saving the library.”

  “Not single-handedly.” Bonnie gave

  Ned and Ricky each a large bag.

  “We’re going to help her.”

  Ned and Ricky looked inside the

  bags, then back at Bonnie.

  “You can’t possibly think—” Ricky

  said.

  “That we’re going to WEAR these?”

  Ned finished.

  “Ms. Moreno isn’t the only one who

  should make a sacrifice,” Bonnie said.

  “Besides, do you know how long it

  took me to make these costumes?”

  Bonnie dragged the boys inside to

  change. When they all emerged a few

  minutes later, Einstein and Marlon

  burst out laughing.

  “Don’t say a WORD,” Ned said. “I’m

  embarrassed enough as it is.”

  Bonnie hooked up her music player

  to the sound system and hit PLAY.

  The candy corn song filled the air.

  Everyone sang along as Bonnie, Ned,

  and Ricky performed the infamous

  dance in the candy corn costumes

  Bonnie had made.

  “This is GREAT,” Einstein said. “Such

  school spirit.”

  “As long as YOU aren’t the one

  doing the dance this time,” Marlon

  said.

  “Exactly.”

  “I’ve never seen Ned and Ricky so

  embarrassed,” Marl
on said. “But

  Bonnie sure seems to be having fun.”

  Einstein clapped along with the

  other students as Ms. Moreno

  continued to sell her gadgets.

  Ms. Moreno’s plan was working!

  Dodo birds lived on the island of

  Mauritius in the Indian Ocean for millions

  of years, but they became extinct within a

  century after explorers visited the island

  in 1598. Dodos were three-foot-tall,

  flightless birds that weighed fifty pounds.

  Because humans—and the animals they

  brought with them—were their first

  predators, dodos were very trusting and

  not prepared to defend themselves.

  Another extinct flightless bird species

  WAS prepared to defend itself: the Terror

  Bird of South America. At ten feet tall,

  they were one of the toughest carnivores

  of prehistoric times, grabbing large prey

  with their pickax beaks and throwing them

  against the ground to kill them. Luckily for

  neighborhood pets, Terror Birds are now

  extinct too.

  I THINK I’LL BE

  GOING NOW. . . .

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  PlAn B

  By the end of the day, Ms. Moreno’s

  donations raised several thousand

  dollars for the Boerring Elementary

  library. Ms. Remington gathered the

  students and parents to lead them

 

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