The Smoky Corridor

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When Zipper sprang through the open door and leapt up onto Zack’s desk, the whole classroom cracked up.

When the dog started licking his face like he was a ham-flavored ice cream cone, they went wild.

“Friend of yours?” asked Ms. DuBois.

“Yes, ma’am. This is Zipper. I guess he missed me.”

That was all he got to say before Mrs. Pochinko started braying over the PA: “Teachers, students, please stay in your classrooms. There is an animal control issue in the hallways. Mr. Crumpler has the situation under … eh … he’s working on it.…”

“Uh-oh,” said Ms. DuBois.

Malik raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Sherman?”

“If animal control comes, they will undoubtedly want to take Zipper to the dog pound. I think it would be wise for us to hide him.”

“Where?” asked Ms. DuBois.

“We’ll find a place,” said Zack.

Ms. DuBois gestured for them to hurry. “Go on, boys. I’ll call your mother, Zack, to tell her to swing by and pick up the dog. Meet her out front in the visitor parking lot after the next bell.”

“Thanks, Ms. DuBois! You’re the best!”

“Hurry! Before Mr. Crumpler sees you!”

So Zack grabbed Zipper; then he and Malik hightailed it out the door.