669小说网

第24部分（第4页）

Should　I　really　get　a　rooster？　Id　heard　that　having　one

around　made　chickens　lay　more；　whether　they　were　in　contact　with　each　other　or　not。　I　could

even　breed　my　chickens　and　get　a　whole　new　set　of

layers。　But　did　I　really　want　to　go　through　all　of　that　again？

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Not　really。　I　didnt　want　to　be　the　neighborhood　rancher。　If　my　girls　quit　laying　altogether；　that

would　be　just　fine　with　me。

I　put　away　the　rake　and　shovel；　clucked　a　kiss　on　each　of　the　hens；　and　went　inside。　It　felt

good　to　take　charge　of　my　own　destiny！　I　felt　strong　and

right　and　certain。

Little　did　I　know　how　a　few　days　back　at　school　would　change　all　of　that。

Flipped

After　the　dinner　Juli　was　nice　to　me　at　school。　Which　I　hated。　Mad　was　better　than　nice。

Gaga　was　better　than　…　nice。　It　was　like　I　was　a　stranger　to

her；　and　man；　it　bugged　me。　Bugged　me　big…time。

Then　the　auction　happened；　and　I　found　myself　with　even　bigger　problems。

The　auction　is　this　bogus　way　the　Booster　Club　raises　money　for　the　school。　They　insist　its

an　honor　to　be　chosen；　but　bull…stinkin…loney　to　that！

Bottom　line　is；　twenty　guys　get　shanghaied。　They　have　to　e　up　with　fancy　picnic　lunches

and　then　be　humiliated　in　front　of　the　whole　school　while

girls　bid　to　have　lunch　with　them。

Guess　who　made　this　years　top　twenty。

Youd　think　mothers　would　say；　Hey；　theres　no　way　youre　going　to　auction　my　son　off　to　the

highest　bidder；　but　no。　Instead；　theyre　all　flattered

that　their　sons　been　elected　a　basket　boy。

Yes；　my　friend；　thats　what　they　call　you。　Over　the　P。A。　you　hear　stuff　like；　“There　will　be　an

organizational　meeting　of　the　newly　elected　basket

boys　in　the　MPR　at　lunch　today。　All　basket　boys　must　attend。”

Pretty　soon　youve　pletely　lost　your　name。　You　and　nieen　other　saps　are　known

simply　as　Basket　Boy。

My　mom；　of　course；　was　into　it；　ing　up　with　all　sorts　of　stuff　to　put　in　my　basket　so　Id　get

the　highest　bid。　I　tried　to　explain　that　I　didnt　want　to

be　in　Mayfield　Junior　Highs　Basket　Boy　Hall　of　Fame；　and　that　really；　what　was　in　the　basket

didnt　matter。　It　wasnt　like　girls　were　bidding　on　the