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 Das Ist Mein Schwein (This Is My Pig) by J.L. Jr. This is my pig Das IST Mein Schwein A little girl came to school from somewhere far away I met her in my class that year as we went out to play Yellow curls and bright green eyes, I'm sure that she would say The story that I'm about to tell was not her fondest day Diana Dusseldorf was her name, a German lass quite smart And right there in our third grade class is where she got her start Four weeks of class and nothing yet had confused this bright young lass But that was before that fateful day in Mrs. Jensen's class Mrs. Jensen stood before the class; a smile perched on her face "Tomorrow," she said, with flickering eyes, "We're going to change this place." She grabbed her chalk, spun around and upon the board did spell, "Bring your things to class tomorrow, it's time for Show and Tell." Now Diana really wasn't sure, just what Mrs. Jensen thought Should she bring to class tomorrow, everything she'd ever bought? Sadly she sat and watched the board as Mrs. Jensen wiped it clean "Bring my things to class," she mused, "Whatever does she mean?" All that morning Diana wondered about the note that she had read "I can't imagine what to bring except my poster bed." So after lunch when all was quiet, Diana whispered to Paul, "Mrs. Jensen said to bring our things. Do you think she means them all?" Now Paul he laughed so very hard I feared he'd make it worse "Listen here you silly girl, just bring your purple purse A ball or picture couldn't hurt I'm going to bring my bike, But certainly don't bring everything, just something that you like." For the rest of the day and into the night, Diana planned so hard "Maybe I'll bring the old tire swing that hangs in my back yard." But after several minutes of trying to untie the rope Diana sat on her back porch and almost gave up hope "The bed's to big, the rope's too tight and I've lost my green sea shell I think I'll be the only kid with nothing for Show and Tell But as she turned to go inside, an idea sprang to her head "Why not take my very best friend? I'm sure they'd all like Fred." She sat beside her bed that night and crafted a beautiful box She filled it with some feathers she'd saved after stuffing them in her socks She placed the box beside her bed and crawled beneath the sheet "Tomorrow," she thought, "will be a great day", and drifted to sleep Well Friday came sure enough, and you can't imagine the fuss As twenty-six kids with toys in hand ran screaming from the bus Some had balls other dolls, one kid brought a sled But nobody noticed little Diana, or her box with a sign marked, "FRED." It took some time for Diana's turn, twenty-five acts in all But she grabbed her box, strolled up front and sat it beside the wall "Mrs. Jensen said that I could bring something that was mine I hope you all enjoy my friend, Das ist mine schwein." A chilling hush fell over the class, as Diana pulled back the lid And can you imagine the look on their faces when she pulled out a pig Inside the box, on Diana's red socks, was a pot-bellied pig named Fred And with nothing else to hold him back, out popped his pinkish head Now as you know our third grade class thought this was rather cool But Fred the pig was sort of shocked to find himself in school But even worse than you might guess is what old Fred did next He turned the school upside down and made a terrible mess When Fred looked out and saw the kids his eyes grew awfully wide He had to get away from there and find someplace to hide He leapt from the box, wearing the sox, and raced right up the aisle If he couldn't find a place to hide he'd sure have fun awhile First he stomped the purple flowers that Abigail Johnson picked Then he ate the deck of cards from Stephen's magic tricks Up one side and down the other he made a horrible mess While all the kids stood and watched as Fred ate Lisa's dress He spilled the paint, flipped the desks, and headed for the door Poor Diana would have grabbed him but she couldn't get off the floor He ate some chalk, chewed the blinds before heading down the hall And just before he disappeared he ate Christina's ball Through the halls and up the stairs he scurried on his way And all the while 600 kids were giving chase that day Over the speakers the principal cried, "What are we to do?" But he had to stop and join the chase for Fred just ate his shoe Everyone was helping, the librarian and the nurse Poor Diana thought it better to have brought her purple purse But just as Fred turned the corner and made it up one stair Diana trapped him in the box by leaping off a chair All the school gathered together and Diana looked around She firmly tied old Fred in place and sat him on the ground She pushed her hair out of her eyes and said for the very last time, "I hope you all enjoyed my friend, Das ist mein Schwein."
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