Mitch and Marco's Picture Day

 

 

Marco was wearing his green woolly hat.

Marco always wore his green woolly hat.

Marco sat on his bed and stared at a piece of paper on the blanket. It was a crumpled piece of paper. It was a scary piece of paper. It was a piece of paper his mother had signed. It was a piece of paper that said the school photographer could take Marco’s picture. 

Last year Marco had started to cry.Today it was going to happen again.  Marco pulled his green woolly hat down till it covered his whole head. When he talked with his hat like that, Marco's mother always said,

"Marco stop talking to your hat."

Marco had a friend named Mitch. Mitch liked to hide in Marco’s pocket

Mitch liked to ride in Marco’s pocket. But most of all… Mitch liked to eat peanuts.

Mitch was a mouse. Mitch and Marco liked to play a game. Marco hid peanuts and Mitch found the peanuts.

Mitch always found the peanuts.

Marco took a peanut bag out of his pocket and hid it under the crumpled paper.

Mitch poked his nose out of Marco’s other pocket and sniffed the air. Then he jumped on the bed and ran under the paper.

Mitch had found the peanuts. Mitch always found the peanuts.

“Hurry up. You don’t want to be late for school.” Marco’s mother called.

Marco gave Mitch a peanut and let him climb back into his pocket. He put the crumpled paper and the peanut bag in his other pocket, and went downstairs.

“You want to look nice for your picture today” Marco's mother said.

Marco pulled his hat over his head and said,

“Not me.”

“Stop talking to your hat” said his mother.

She took Marco's hat off and combed his hair. Marco stuffed the hat into his pocket.

At school the teacher called out student’s names and one by one they went into the next room, where the photographer waited to take their picture.

When the teacher called Marco’s name, he pulled his hat down over his head and said,

“Not me.”

“Stop talking to your hat” said the teacher.

She took Marco's hat off and walked with him to the door. Marco stuffed the hat in his pocket.

The Photographer was so tall that Marco had to look way up to see his head. He had a potato nose, a droopy moustache and a loud voice that sounded like a honking horn.

The Photographer showed Marco where to stand.

“Look right at the camera and smile.” The Photographer honked.

Marco looked around the room, he looked at the ceiling, he looked at the floor, he looked at everything except the camera.

“What’s the matter” said the Photographer.

Marco pulled the green woolly hat out of his pocket and his bag of peanuts fell on the floor.

“Everybody likes to have their picture taken.” said the Photographer.

Marco put on his hat, pulled it down over his head, and said

“Not me.”

“Stop talking to your hat” the Photographer honked.

He took Marco’s hat off and he took the bag of peanuts.

“I’ll look after these until we’re finished” he said. The Photographer put the bag of peanuts in his own pocket.

The Photographer stared at Marco through the camera lens. Marco made a face like he was going to cry.

A brown furry blur jumped out of Marco’s pocket, ran across the floor, up the Photographer’s pant leg and into his pocket.

“Arrrgghhh!” Yelled the Photographer.

Mitch had found the peanuts. Mitch always found the peanuts.

The teacher came to the door to see what was wrong. She saw Marco laughing. Marco laughed and laughed.

…and the Photographer took his picture.