Chapter 4 by Dianna

Chapter 4  by Dianna
“Are you Moose?” the boy repeated, his inquiry directed at the duck standing still in the middle of the road.
The duck stared dumbfounded at the boy who’d just saved him from an untimely demise by squirrel. The duck tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out who the boy reminded him of. The bird-like eyes, the long skinny sideburns, the sticky-outy-ears. Aha. Roger. The wimp.
Moose, for indeed it was he, advanced on Roger. “I didn’t need saving, I was just about to pulverize—” he got cut off as he fell flat on his face, unused to his large, webbed feet.
Roger was able to, if just barely, decipher what Moose was saying. He felt disappointed that even duck-Moose refused to treat him with respect, but wasn’t at all surprised at his attitude. “Okay then, if you don’t need help, I’ll just be going.”
Moose got up, and massaged, or attempted to massage, his face with his feathery wing. He thought for a second. If he didn’t get out of this stupid duck body, he’d never be able to live his life again. He’d never be able to punch nerds’ faces in. And more importantly, he’d never get his cool clothes back. I can’t let that happen, he thought. So, in an act of pure desperation, he called out to Tweety’s receding back. “Wait, come back!”
Roger turned around and saw Moose waddling towards him as fast as he could. “Hey, twerp, you’ve got to help me get my body back. Here’s the deal,” Moose furrowed his nonexistent duck-eyebrows in thought. “If you help me, I’ll… never… bully you again.” Moose had to drag these last words out, and immediately regretted them when he saw a huge grin split across Roger’s face.
Roger was in an unfamiliar position. He’d always had Moose chasing after him to beat him up. But now Moose was begging for help. Roger decided he rather liked this change; he was more in control. Obviously, Roger thought, if he’s a duck, he can’t pick on me. Maybe I should just leave him as he is. It might do him some good, too. But Roger wasn’t that cruel a person. “Okay, what do you want me to do?”
“Does it look like I know!?” Moose squawked.
Roger frowned. “I have to go to the library to check out a couple books for my science project. Afterwards, we can work something out.
“What!? I’m not going into a stupid library!”
“I’m sure they wouldn’t want you there anyway,” muttered Roger. Out loud, he said, “Okay then, you can wait outside. I’ll meet up with you in an hour. Don’t get into any kind of trouble.”
Roger trotted off, the duck following close behind. Moose stopped in his tracks when he came to the library. No way was he going into that nerd-nest. A much better use of his time, he decided, would be to find a duck pond. Maybe the ducks there would know what to do.
Luckily, there was a small pond right next to the library playground. What Moose saw boosted his confidence. There were several ducks there, their heads submerged in the water, their feathery white butts sticking up in the air. He snickered and waddled into the water.
The closest duck, noticing an extra pair of webbed feet swishing through the water, surfaced. He narrowed his eyes. “What?” he quacked menacingly, if that was possible. The other ducks straightened up as well.
Moose, regaining his superior tone, said, “Hey you, ducks! I’m human. That’s right, human! Some kind of freaky thing turned me into a duck. D’you know how I’d get my body back?”
“Really, now?” replied the lead duck skeptically, ignoring Moose’s question.
Another swam up to Moose. “Aww, did the widdle ducky-wucky have a nightmare?” He smirked.
Moose had a bad feeling about this. For one, they outnumbered him, four to one. Second, they seemed a lot more… bigger than he was. Third, their intimidating formation suggested that they were going to attack him. But they wouldn’t do that, would they? What’d he done to them? Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d been mean to anyone in his life.
“Oookay then…” Moose’s voice faltered. “I’ll just be leaving then….”
“Already?” the lead duck smiled evilly. “Doesn’t the widdle ducky want to play?”

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Chapter 4 by Jenny

Chapter 4 by Jenny
“Uh, Moose… why are you a duck?” asked Roger.
Moose answered angrily, “I don’t know Tweety; I was chasing you and all of the sudden I find myself here surrounded by killer squirrels as a duck!”

Still up in the clouds, Stanley and David were pushing random buttons on their computer and screaming at each other. “Why did you tell me to push the purple button!?” asked David.
“Well, it’s your computer; you were the one who pushed it!” Stanley yelled back.
David was already pulling on his ear, as nervous as he had ever been. “I think we’re going to lose our jobs and will be stuck as up-theres out-theres down-stairs forever!” they panicked in unison.
At that moment, The Boss walks in with a worried look on his face. “Did someone push a purple button?” he asked trying to keep calm. David covered up his computer which had crashed since he pushed the purple button. Everyone all said, ‘no’ nervously. There was a moment of silence…
“Then why did Maxwell turn into a goose!?” boomed The Boss.
“That kid,” David’s shaky voice whispered to Stanley, “turned into a duck.”
Stanley whispered back annoyed, “That’s what The Boss just said!” Everyone was already whispering to their neighbors worrying and blaming that person who turned Moose into a duck.
All of the sudden, the boss boomed again, “If that person who pushed the purple button doesn’t get up and admit it right now, all of you will remain up-theres out-theres down-stairs forever!” Gasps were heard all around the room.
“Should I admit that it was me who pushed the purple button?” David asked Stanley.
“Well, yeah! I don’t want to remain up-theres out-theres down-stairs forever!” replied Stanley selfishly.
David slowly stood up, his legs already shaking and his face pale. “Uh, Boss? I, uh, I, uh,” Roger stumbled.
“Would you just say what you’ve got to say? I don’t have all day!” The Boss boomed.
“I pushed the purple button,” David whispered.
The Boss’ face was turning red with angry, looking like he was about to explode, “You pushed the purple button!? You pushed the purple button!? I’ll see you in my office in five minutes,” The Boss said.
“Okay, I’m dead, I’m going to lose my job and my head!” cried David. There was a moment of silence.
*KABOOM* David’s computer exploded.
“Error, Error, Error. There has been a technical error,” the computer announced.

“Whoa, did the ground just shake?” asked Roger.
“Earthquake?” replied Moose who was checking out his new found ability to fly over fences and rooftops.
“Moose, we need to get someone, you are A DUCK,” Roger emphasized.
“Well then get someone Tweety! Do you think I’m going to walk into a police station and start telling my story? I would never get to the end of it anyways because people would faint when they see a talking duck!” Moose answered angrily, “When I turn back into my human form, your ugly face will look a lot better.” Roger shivered and quickly ran off to get some help.

“Oh no,” David cried, “not my computer! Now The Boss is going to really kill me.”
“David, please come into The Boss’ office this instance. Please come into The Boss’ office this instance a machine announced.
“Okay,” David began, “well Stanley, you have been a wonderful friend. If I don’t come back tell my family and friends that I love them and…”
“Would you just go?” asked Stanley in an irritated voice. David made a puppy face and slowly walked away.
“Hello David, how are you today?” asked The Boss, “Now tell me your side of the story first.”
“Good afternoon Boss. Well I did exactly what you asked for, I called your office but your line was busy and that kid, Moose, was seconds away from being run over by a truck so I pushed the purple button,” David began, “After I pushed the purple button, my computer asked me a few questions and before I knew it, my computer crashed and you, sir, came in and told us that he turned into a duck!”

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Chapter 4 by Ivory

Chapter Four by Ivory

“I AM MOOSE, NOT A DUCK!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” the duck roared in frustration.  His words, spitting out of his mouth, came out in a squawky sound.
The stout, little boy stared at the duck in silence with a confused look spread across his face. “What hap- How did yo- I don’t understand.” He finally concluded.
He had already begun to walk away, mumbling quietly to himself, when he heard a voice call after him, “Don’t just leave me here! You need to help me get out of this, erm, how do you call this? Duck…ness. I command you to get back here now.”
The boy turned around, gazing in amazement at the furious duck yelling at him. “If you don’t help me, you’re dead meat once I turn back,” the duck threatened.
The words made him have the urge of turning away even more, but the look in its eyes pulled him back, the look of fear and worry. He walked back, slowly and steadily, as he reached out to touch the duck.
“Don’t touch me,” it growled in response.
The look on the duck’s face was able to remove all the doubts that the boy had. It was the exact look that Moose used to carry around, scaring wimpy, little boys, like him, into having nightmares. It really is him, the boy thought to himself. Not knowing what else to do, they started strolling down the park. The boy had to walk in an extremely slow pace, for it was hard for the duck to keep up with him.
“Should we go back to school?” the boy asked, breaking the silence.
Completely ignoring the boy, the duck walked on. Suddenly, it jolted back and exclaimed, “I got a plan!” Glad to stop walking aimlessly, the boy listened to the duck attentively. “Alright, so this is what we are going to do. Bring me back to your house and go to school. Come back immediately after and make sure you tell NO ONE about me. I repeat, absolutely nobody,” the duck commanded.
The boy shrugged and they begun walking to the direction of his house. As they got closer, the familiar surroundings made his brain think easier. The boy took a deep breath as he pushed down the door knob to open the door of his house. Trying to be as quiet as he could be, he led the duck upstairs to his room. Just as the boy thought he was safe, being just two feet away from his room, he heard a familiar voice behind him. “What in the world are you doing home?! And what’s this thing trailing behind you…a duck?” demanded his mother.
Startled, he started thinking of an excuse. “Erm…you see mom, I was just uh…in school when these bunch of kids started bullying me about my weight. They called me names like ’ducky’ and ‘chicken’. I kept telling them to go away but they wouldn’t listen. See! They even threw a duck at me!” stammered the boy, pointing at the duck behind him. His mother, who wasn’t sure whether or not his story was realistic, frowned.
“They always make fun of me mother! I can’t stand it, but I can’t do anything about it either. I ran back home because I couldn’t stand it anymore. I am sorry,” the boy added with more sincerity this time, half thinking about what Moose used to do to him.
“That’s terrible honey! No need for apologizes. Now you just go and wash your face and I will bring you back to school. I will personally talk to your principal about the bullying, don’t you worry,” she responded with a smile, calming the boy’s racing heartbeat.
“No, no that won’t be necessary. I am sure they will just go away. Can I leave my duck at home though? Can I please keep him?” he pleaded with puppy eyes.
Finally, after twenty minutes, the boy was sitting at his desk of his math class, listening to Mr. McGraw introduce himself to the class, as he did so every year. Not listening to a word Mr. McGraw was saying, the boy thought about the events that happened earlier. “So I was about to get murdered by Moose, when he turned into a duck, who is now sitting in my room, as my new pet. Great…that makes perfect sense.” The boy muttered softly.
What a morning, he thought to himself as he noticed the clock hanging above. Only five hours fifty five more minutes to go before I have to face Moose and the duck problem again. “Sigh, I knew today was going to be disastrous, but I wasn’t expecting this…” the boy mumbled to himself.

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Chapter 4 by Jacob

Chapter 4 by Jacob
It was peaceful and quiet. The grass was drifting above the ground along with the wind. The duck stood there and looked around; turning his head sideways to see what was going on around him. Five dark brown-spotted gray snapping squirrels were advancing towards him. The duck (still thinking that he was a boy) looked around with his duck-vision thought of how he could escape from this little trap. The duck wobbled, rocking from one side to another like a seesaw tried to keep his balance. His mind just wouldn’t understand that he evolved.
The squirrels were closing up on him. The duck started to panic. He was hopping around with his webbed feet and was flapping his wings. The squirrels suddenly grew bigger, their growth was getting faster. About two minutes later, the 5 squirrels were about three times the size of the duck. “MOOSE!” said a voice from nowhere. “MOOSE!” the voice echoed. The duck wanted to reply, but then realized that his voice was gone. He yelled as loudly as he could and…“Quack”. That was the only word that came out of his floppy mouth.

The squirrels heard the voice and thought that a war was coming. They jumped and shrinked down to their normal size. The duck froze there in awe, wondering if that was a dream…

A little midget, about 4 feet tall appeared out from the woods and walked up to the duck in a penguin manner, looked at him, waited for about five seconds, and said… “alo”. (Hallo with a silent h)

The boy said “come with me, isn’t it cold out here?” the boy allowed the duck to his house. How awkward…

The duck mysteriously understood everything the boy said. The duck knew exactly what the boy was going to do because the boy was mumbling to himself all the time. The boy pulled out a twenty by twenty by thirty chocolate bar and started scrapping the edges off to have just a small nibble.

The duck got up and jumped a bit. He looked as if he wanted a little something. The boy anticipated that the duck wanted something to eat, so the boy went to the fridge and got out a big packet of marshmallows. The duck seemed quite happy with the marshmallows. Well they tasted nice at least…

The boy felt tired and went to sleep. He snored soundly and didn’t move an inch. The duck had by then finished the whole packet of marshmallows. He went back to his usually self again, you can call him Maxwell now. He has moles all over his face and his hair is all fuzzy. He had a red and white stripe shirt and blue jean material overalls. The “duck” went to wake the boy up and…

The boy woke up. His eyes stared wide open in both amazement and fear. The eyes were positioned that they were going to pop out of their sockets.

“What the bloody……” and he fainted…

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Chapter 4 by Karen

Chapter 4 by Karen
Standing there all dizzy, Moose asks himself, “Woah, where am I? And did all of the sudden, the world start shrinking?”
“It’s so…big.”
“YIKES!” He jumps up and shrieks at the top of his lungs.
Right in front of him is the biggest squirrel he has ever seen.
“Oh uh, hi Mr. Squirrel, umm, can you do me one favor?” He hesitates, “Don’t eat me!”
The squirrel stares at him like he was crazy.
Moose thought, “I think he knows what I’m talking about, he understands the human language!”
He looks at the squirrel in disbelief,
“Hmm, I’m tough; I can make you run away so fast, you won’t ever come back. Well, this doesn’t look like it’ll be too much work.”
Before he knows it, out come four more squirrels, and he’s panicking.
“Come on, you can do this Moose, it’s just five squirrels.”
As Moose thinks about what he’s going to do, Tweety appears.
“Oh Tweety, you’re my hero! And you’re so…big.”
“Did I just hear someone say my name?” Tweety looks confused.
“Yes, Tweety, can you hear me? It’s Moose. I know I’ve bullied you, but I’m trapped with five hungry squirrels who want to eat me!”
When Tweety turns around, he sees a duck and five squirrels, “A duck and five squirrels, aww, aren’t you cute little creatures?”
“Tweety it’s me, Moose. And I don’t see a duck anywhere! Are you blind, IT’S ME, MOOSE!”
Tweety looked frustrated, “Moose, Moose, MOOSE! Where is he? Hello? Where’s Moose?”
“I’m Moose, can’t you see? HELLO? Down here.”
As Tweety stared at the duck then at the sky and back at the duck, he asked the duck, “Who are you? And you’re a duck, WHO’S TALKING TO ME! YOU TALK?! TALKING DUCK?! Why do you talk? Or is my mind playing with me again?”
“I’M A DUCK?! ARE YOU CRAZY? I’M A HUMAN BEING, YOU’RE GOING NUTS!” cried Moose.
Tweety pulled out a mirror from his pocket, “See? You’re a duck.”
“OH MY GOODNESS, I have yellow skin, I mean fur…and…an orange beak, and webbed feet!
“I am going to kill you for this.” muttered Moose.
“Holy, you are Moose! What happened?”
“How am I supposed to show up to school like this?” questioned Moose
“Don’t go to school?” replied Tweety.
“What have you done to me? For goodness sake, I’m a DUCK.”
“Look, I’ll take you to the doctors, and we can explain everything there.” Tweety offered.
“THE DOCTORS WOULD BELIEVE A TALKING DUCK?”
“Are you willing to be a duck forever, or are you coming with me?
“Fine, fine. But if nothing happens, I’m going to kill you.”
As Tweety picked up the duck and head for the doctors, Dave and Stanley quickly hid under the bushes so Tweety and Moose wouldn’t see them.
“Pressing that purple button wasn’t the best idea, Stanley.” Said Dave
“I should’ve never listened to you. I don’t feel so good. It’s all your fault, you told me to press it.”
And right then and there, Stanley thought of the best idea yet.

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Chapter 4 by Katrina

Chapter Four by Katrina
“Now what?” Stanley asked.
“We shouldn’t have done this! If The Boss finds out… we would be in deep trouble!”
Indeed, Moose was turned into a duck. The bully Moose was surrounded by five dark brown-spotted gray snapping squirrels, being bullied.
Roger turned back, and looked both left and right. He did not see a Moose nearby.
“Phew,” he sighed with relief.
Then, he walked back towards school in slow motion, carefully, but then something had stopped him. He just saw a duck being surrounded by five dark brown-spotted gray snapping squirrels. The duck seemed intimidated. Roger dashed to the spot and shooed the squirrels away.
“I didn’t need your help. I was doing perfectly fine without you,” Moose, or the duck said bluntly, ending his sentence with a loud “quack”.
“It didn’t seem like that to me,” Roger replied.
Then there was silence for a short moment.
“Wait, hold on. A talking duck?!” Roger was confused.
Moose looked at his feet. His multi-colored cool sneakers were gone, now switched with webbed feet.
Moose screamed, “YAAAAAAAAA!”
“You sound like Moose?” Roger asked.
“I am Moose, and I don’t know why I have to look up at a wimp like you, Tweety!” Moose, or the duck answered with great bewilderment.
“Hey, how do you know my name?” Roger asked, thinking that this situation did not make sense.
However, he had no more time to loiter around the buildings, thus he grabbed the duck, put him in his big backpack, and dashed back to school.
Meanwhile, David and Stanley worried about the consequence of turning a 13-year-old Maxwell Thomas Drake III into a duck by pushing the emergency Purple Button instead of informing The Boss about it firsthand.
“What are we going to do? What are we going to do?” David repeated with full of worries.
Stanley replied after a few seconds, “David, listen. Let’s not tell the boss about what we did just now. Let’s just keep it a secret only between you and me so that we won’t get in trouble. Deal?”
Suddenly, Stanley could see David staring at the door, seemingly taken aback.
“So what’s the secret that’s only between you and David?” Rebecca said slyly, entering the room with Eric who had a smirk on his face.
“Uh…” David’s face turned as pale as a ghost, being both worried and afraid that Rebecca and Eric who hate them would find out about what Stanley and he did. Stanley and David stood rooted to the ground.

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Chapter 4 by Ryan

Chapter 4 by Ryan
And that’s how the story came to be. Moose, stuck in his duck form. Roger, staring with gaping eyes at Moose in his duck form; And Stanley and David, upthere, fretting over what they had done.
“What’cha looking at boy?” questioned Moose.
“Just thinking of how you would taste with some sauce,” murmured Roger.
“What was that?” asked Moose.
“Just saying um… shouldn’t we make haste, to find you’re um… lost steps. Ya, there we go, we need to make haste to find your lost steps,” Roger replied nervously.
Being dyslexic Moose nodded, and Roger breathed a breathe of relief. Then he thought why should I be afraid of him? I mean, he’s a duck, and I’m a boy, he should be afraid of me.
“So, where to-”
But Roger never got to finish his sentence. Because a bush started to rustle, then Roger fainted from Rustlphobia.
“Great,” thought Moose “Right when I need him he faints from a little bush”
Suddenly a big figure leaped from within the bush and landed on Rogers’s chubby body.

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Chapter 4 by Julie

Chapter 4 by Julie
At the screen which Stanley and David were watching, there was a duck surrounded by five dark brown-spotted gray snapping squirrels.
At the moment, David was worried about the poor little boy who was about to get hit by a big red moving truck which was running down the street faster than the speed limit.
“Is the boy, I mean the one who was crossing the road and suddenly changed into a duck, going to hit by that truck?”
asked David to himself with concern and worry.
He looked at Stanley to see how he felt but he was gone and had disappeared from the class. David waited for several minutes, he saw Stanley walking and
looking somewhat depressed back into the classroom with Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs Area Principal. He came and started to stare at the monitor screen which David was looking, and there was a long silence. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and said:
“There is no possibility that this duck will gonna make it – he will definitely hit by the truck and DIE.”
David was shocked by that short sentence and sighed silently to himself. The Principal was turning around in order to leave the classroom, then the boss of the Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs Area came in angrily with an expression that everyone in the class would had been terrified.
“Which one of you pushed the purple button that I told you not to touch?”
The boss shouted loudly with an angry tone and stared at David and Stanley, and then he said:
“Didn’t you guys talked about not touching the purple button ever before I was called right now?”
the boss said with annoyance. David and Stanley looked at each other silently. Then, Stanley opened his mouth:
“There was a boy who was just about to get hit by a big red truck! First, we decided to call you on the phone but the line was busy, so then, because David and I didn’t want to see the boy crashing into the truck cruelly, we just pushed the purple button together. There was, look, no other way to stop that.”
David kept nodding his head that he agree and to pretend as if himself and Stanley were both innocent – they didn’t do anything wrong. The boss said,
grumping:
“Do you guys know what your job is? No, I don’t think that you guys know that. LET ME TELL YOU TWO what you are here for! Our job is to make sure that every human living in Uptheres Backtheres is safe! I think I should put you two guys in the lowest class to study more about those and see how you guys are doing. FROM NOW ON! ”
Then, Stanley just interrupted the boss’ speech and asked politely to him:
“Will you give the second chance to two of us? Please sir, we two, me and David, promise you that we will do better in our job and never let those happen again – pushing the purple button, I mean.”

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Chapter 4 by Harri

Chapter Four by Harri
So I guess we are back to where we started from; a duck surrounded by five dark brown-spotted, gray, snapping squirrels. The only difference is now you know all about the confusing Uptheres Outtheres Backtheres Downstairs Upstairs stuff, also Moose and Roger and hopefully this is maybe making sense…..but if it’s not lets continue.
He was yelling and waving his arms, trying to shoo the squirrels away. “Get out of here. Git! Git!” His voice cracked half way through the sentence. The squirrels scattered.
The duck lifted his head and stared up at the boy. “I didn’t need you to help me. I was doing perfectly fine without you.”
“Didn’t look that way to me,” the boy said, “The squirrels were just about to …” There was a brief pause, and in a voice that could have shattered glass, he yelled “A talking duck?!”
“Duck?” the duck yelled back (well, it sounded like “duck,” maybe it was “AAWWWKKK!”)
“You sound like Moose?” the boy answered.
“That’s because I am Moose!” Moose replied in an annoyed tone.
“But you are a duck?” the boy replied confused this time.
“And you are Roger! AHHHHH!” shouted Moose who was now extremely annoyed.
The conversation between Roger and a talking duck continued being watched from a very large gray and white two-story building where David and Stanley were weeping in fear because of the Boss who was now standing right behind them. The look on his face showed extremely clearly made David and Stanley know that they were going to be “Way Downthers in The Toilet Forevers.”

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Chapter 4 by Cindy

Chapter Four by Cindy
When Rebecca called David and Stanley “Way Downtheres In The Toilet Forevers,” she did not think that there are real “Way Downtheres,” way down there.
Way down there under even the Downtheres is a town just like the one the Uptheres live in. Well, except for the fact that it is black. It is so black that when you look at it, it looks like someone spray painted the whole town, every door, every window, everything.
“That was so impolite of them!” a women squealed. She was The Queen (TQ). She ruled the Way Downtheres Backtheres and the Way Downthere Outtheres as well as the Upstairs and Downstairs… She was just like TB.
“To accomplish my goal, of completely destroying the Uptheres, I will interfere the next move the Uptheres make on the Downtheres! Ha ha ha ha… After all, The Queen always beats The Boss, right?”
“Yes, ma’m.” The Way Downtheres answered automatically. TQ had never done anything better than TB, except with training people. David and Stanley’s reaction toward the “purple button” already showed TB as a failure in being a trainer. Unlike TB, TQ’s people follow her commands and hers only. They are taught to do nothing but fight against the Uptheres, even though the Uptheres don’t even know of their existence.
“Notify me of any action taken by the Uptheres.” With these words, TQ walked into her office, shutting the door loudly behind her. Seeing her gone, all the Downtheres signed with relieve. Suddenly TQ appeared from that very door again, screaming to her people, “And NO SLACKING OFF!” As she closed the door again, she was really gone.
None of the Downtheres had wanted to see her very soon, but they had to. As they watched their screens monitoring the Uptheres, they see two men wearing blue baseball caps and glasses panicking, huddled over an oversized purple button. If they did not report this situation, it would be called a typical “know-and-not-tell” situation, short as KANT. Before long, TQ ran out still with a purple nail polish in one hand and a wet towel in the other. Observant people would also see her toenail still wet, with half of her big toe painted purple.
“What happened?” She screeched, but was quickly silenced by the screen. Her face turned into a smile as she sees two people pressing down the forbidden button.
“This is a perfect chance!” She thought aloud while organization the interference she was about to create for these young boys. As the soul transfer started, she pressed down on the hidden duck button on a table and… BOOM! A duck flew out the window, up and up and up…

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Chapter 4 by Dereck

Chapter 4 by Dereck
Tweety kept on running. He ran across the street, through the bushes, and into an opening in a park. He leaned against an old oak tree while turning around to see if Moose was behind him, he wasn’t. He sighed with relief. He slowly made a 360 rotation. There was a pond, a bench, a screaming duck surrounded by five dark brown-spotted, gray, snapping squirrels, a bush….wait a second. Tweety turned back to the duck. The next thing he knew he was running towards the squirrels, shooing them off the hysterical duck. The duck lifted his head and stared up at the boy. “I didn’t need you to help me. I was doing perfectly fine without you.” Wait, we’ve been here before, haven’t we? Let’s fast forward……..okay. “Okay, let me get this straight.” Tweety said. HOLD IT. Too far. Let’s go back a bit. “I am Moose. You know. Maxwell Thomas Drake III. It’s me! I don’t know what happened. One second I’m chasing you across the street and the next I am surrounded by 5 squirrels.” said the duck desperately. “Okay, let me get this straight. You, Maxwell Thomas Drake III, the worst bully in the history of all bullies, turned into a duck?” “Look, I know it’s hard to believe, but I swear it’s true!” “Okay…” Roger said cautiously, slowly walking backwards. He then turns around and sprints off. “WAIT!!!” the duck yells after him “Take me with you! I can’t stay here alone!” Roger stops and turns around. He takes a moment to think. He can’t bring the duck to school, no one will believe him it’s Moose. If he brings him to his house, his mother will flip out and he’ll be late to school. “Hmm, I think I have an idea.”
Back to the Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs. David stared at Stanley. Stanley stared at David. They both gulped hard. “We are gonna be on sooo much trouble” David said, hardly believing what he just saw. “No no no, YOU are gonna be in a lot of trouble, not me. It’s your computer.” Stanley said. “WHAT? YOU were the one who told me to press the purple button! Plus, we pressed the purple button the exact same time!” “Okay fine. It is both of our faults.”
“Spill your beans, what’s your idea Tweety?” Moose asked impatiently. “Well, my dad’s friend uncle’s third wife’s sister-in-law’s best friend’s boss’s wife third cousin twice replaced knows a guy in Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs.” Moose took a deep breath in and whispered “You mean the Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs land we are never supposed to talk about? And how can they help us?”
“This situation is getting worse and worse. What if his dad’s friend uncle’s third wife’s sister-in-law’s best friend’s boss’s wife third cousin twice replaced knows our supervisor….or our boss?” asked David, getting more and more scared. “This situation just hit rock bottom David. I think his dad’s friend uncle’s third wife’s sister-in-law’s best friend’s boss’s wife third cousin twice replaced knows me….before I came up to Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs I lived on planet Earth and I—“
“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU TWO DOING? I TOLD YOU TO NEVER PRESS THE PURPLE BUTTON!! YOU TWO ARE GOING TO UPTHERES OUTTHERES UPSTAIRS DOWNTOWN!” the boss yelled, nearly breaking Stanley’s and David’s eardrums.

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Chapter 4 by Tracey

Here are the Chapter four’s sent so far. Keep them coming in !!!!!
Chapter 4 by Tracey
“Oh no,” thought Roger.  A million thoughts were running in his head at the moment.
“Is he going to die?  Am I going to be in trouble?”  Those were just a few of the countless ideas he had in his mind.  The few seconds before the collision seemed to last a lifetime.  Daring not to look, Roger decides to turn his head away and close his eyes.  Preparing for the bloodshed, Roger opens his eyes.  Hold on a second…something is missing.  Where was Moose?  He was nowhere to be seen.  Instead, all that was in place was a large, plump duck.
“What’s going on?” he thought to himself.  Was Moose the duck?  No, that couldn’t be possible…could it?  The duck seemed to be intimidated by the squirrels, as if they were about to fight.  Should I help him?  Roger knew that he should go over there to help him, but he couldn’t deny that there was a brief moment of delight in seeing the bully get bullied.  As he ran over there, the duck began making quacking noises, ending with a loud, “YAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
Reaching to the middle of the road, Roger began shooing all the squirrels away.  “Get out of here.  Git, Git,” he yelled as the squirrels ran away.
“I didn’t need you to help me.  I was doing perfectly fine without you,” the duck replied promptly.  Yeah right, thought Roger.  They both knew that if Roger didn’t come, then the duck would have been a goner.
“Didn’t look that way to me,” said Roger, “The squirrels were just about to…”  Roger cut off midsentence thinking, wait a minute, did the duck just talk?
Answering his own question, Roger yelled at the top of his lungs, “A talking duck?!”
“Duck?” yelled the duck, seemingly just as surprised as Roger for being a duck.
“What happened?  And I’m not a duck!!!!!  I’m Moose,” yelled the duck, I mean, err Moose.
“Yeah, you are a duck,” was the only reply Roger could think of.
“How did this happen?” Moose asked again.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you have to help me,” yelled Moose.
“Why?” asked Roger.  After all the times that Moose has humiliated him, it felt…well, in a simple word…good.  It felt good to finally be able to get Moose back.
“Help me, or else I’ll beat you up again,” yelled Moose, trying to threaten Roger.  But the threat seemed to run short, as Roger began turning back to school.  “Wait!” screamed Moose, “Come back.  Please?!  I won’t beat you up again, I promise.”  Thinking of the suggestion made Roger pause from walking.  Seeing the opportunity, Moose restated what he said, “I promise.  Never ever ever will I beat you up again.  In fact, I’ll even help protect you from other bullies.”  Whoa, stop talking before you get carried away, thought Moose.
Roger thought about it for a minute.  “Okay,” he replied as he went to get Moose from the street.
Almost as soon as it happened, the loudspeaker sounded, saying, “Stanley and David, please come to the Boss’s office now, Stanley and David.”  All the other workers turned and stared at them, waiting to see what mistake they had made.  Rebecca and Eric were trying to stifle their laughter as Stanley and David walked passed them, straight into the boss’s office, waiting for their punishment.

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Chapter 4 Part 1

When I was at the SAS in Shanghai I sent the student the first three chapters of my new book Duck Duck Moose. This is what I sent them.

Chapter One
He was surrounded by five dark brown-spotted, gray, snapping squirrels. He never ran from a fight, but five against one was pretty poor odds. Always a very fast runner, today he felt flat-footed; his legs were weak and shaky. Even if he could get past the squirrel directly in front, the others would surely catch him in a second.
“I’ve had just about enough of this from you,” he yelled, turning around slowly to stare down each of them. Mouth open, the squirrel on his left leaped at him, just missing his hip when he jerked away. This was definitely not a good way to start off the morning.
“You guys don’t scare me,” he shouted, hoping his shivering and nervous twitching wasn’t showing. “Come on. Which one of you is next?”
The squirrels began to make the circle around him smaller, coming closer and closer. He wanted to shout, “That’s it! Which one of you hairy rodents will be the first victim?” Unfortunately, all that came out of his mouth was a weak “Hiss,” followed by a loud “Quack.”
All his attention was on his would-be attackers until he heard the “Quack.” He looked down. Gone were his cool multi-colored sneakers. Gone were his cool worn jeans. Gone was everything he had put on that morning on that was cool. Instead he was staring at webbed feet, skinny brownish orange legs, a feathered body and a wide flat beak. He responded in the only way he could. “YAAAAAAAA!!!!!”
A short, slightly overweight boy with beady eyes and ears that stuck out from his bowl cut hair appeared from out of nowhere. He was yelling and waving his arms, trying to shoo the squirrels away. “Get out of here. Git! Git!” His voice cracked half way through the sentence. The squirrels scattered.
The duck lifted his head and stared up at the boy. “I didn’t need you to help me. I was doing perfectly fine without you.”
“Didn’t look that way to me,” the boy said, “The squirrels were just about to …” There was a brief pause, and in a voice that could have shattered glass, he yelled “A talking duck?!”
“Duck?” the duck yelled back (well, it sounded like “duck,” maybe it was “AAWWWKKK!”)
“You sound like Moose?” the boy answered.
“HOLD IT!!! STOP!” Before we go any further there are certain things that must be cleared up.

First, if you thought the squirrels were going to do the duck in, and you were going to use this short book for an easy book report, think again.Second, in this story cats will be ridiculed and dogs will be given a hard time, but no animals will be physically harmed.
Third, if you don’t like to read stories about talking ducks and wimpy boys who get into all kinds of messes, put this book down and pick up another book. But not so fast, the duck wasn’t always a duck, he was once … hmmm … where to begin … OK, let’s start at the very beginning.

Chapter Two

If you looked up the word “bully” in the dictionary, you just might find a picture of 13-year-old Maxwell Thomas Drake III beside the definition. He bullied anyone and everyone, anytime and everyday, alone or in groups, on weekends and holidays. Maxwell (or as everyone called him, Moose), was all muscle. Even his muscles had muscles. And, hidden behind the smirk that was always on his face were pointy uneven teeth. When he took off his black baseball cap, which he almost never did, his black hair flopped in all directions. A big cowlick of hair hung down over his left eye like a pirate’s patch.
On the flip side, if you looked up the word “wimp” in the dictionary, you just might find a picture of Roger Tweedle. Roger was slightly overweight and shorter than most kids his age. His hair looked like someone had put a bowl on his head and cut around it, except for long, skinny sideburns that reached down to his earlobes. His bird-like eyes and long slender nose, not to mention ears that stuck out from his head like a stubby pair of wings, earned him the nickname of Tweety.
All summer Roger had worried about the getting bullied on the first day back to school. For a full week before school was to start, Roger had nightmares every night.
Hardly sleeping at all the night before that first day, he got up early and dressed quickly. He had a plan though; he would get to school before anyone else, sneak into a boy’s bathroom and hide there until the bell rang for homeroom. Then, in the crowded hallways, he could slink into his homeroom, temporarily safe until lunch or recess, or after school when he would need to come up with different escape plans. No wonder he couldn’t sleep without nightmares.
“Have a good day, ” his mother said. He grabbed his lunch bag and strapped on his red backpack tightly so no one could snag it. “Remember,” she said, “seventh grade is when everything you do counts toward college. No time for fooling around. You’ve got to be serious about school.”
Roger was always serious about school. What he had to be serious about today was trying to stay alive.
Roger’s stopped taking the bus long ago; the teasing there had been unbearable. For him, it was like being trapped in a cage with no way to escape. So he left home extra early and, in commando-like fashion, “stealthed” his way to school. He scooted down side streets, crouching low as he walked behind hedges, and cut through driveways. Sort of blazing his own trail and making every effort to keep out of sight of … well … everyone. When he got to the school, he zipped up the steps, opened the main door slowly, and looked up and down the hall. Seeing the coast was clear, he slid inside. Halfway down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him. He broke into a run.
“You can run but you can’t hide.” It was the voice of the dreaded Moose! If he could only get to his homeroom, he would be safe. Room 102 was just up ahead. It was going to be all right. He reached for the doorknob and yanked. It was locked.
He turned to run down the hall, but was jerked back. Moose had caught up to him and held his backpack. Roger knew how a fly in a spider’s web must feel.
For a second, Roger felt the pack swing free, but then he was jerked back into the waiting arms of Moose.
“Let me go,” yelled Roger
“Don’t even think of getting away” said Moose with an evil laugh.
“Let me go, you, you …” Roger couldn’t stop himself from shaking. He felt himself about to cry even though he knew this was the worst thing he could do.
“What should I do with you?” asked Moose. “Pull off your ears? Steal your pants? I need a new book bag. Know where I can get one?”
“You want my bag, “ said Roger weakly. “Let go, and I’ll give it to you.”
Foolishly, Moose loosened his grip. Roger let the left strap slip off his shoulder and Moose stepped back, hands out ready to receive the backpack. In a surprisingly bold move, Roger swung his bag full force at Moose, knocking him backward. With out a moment’s hesitation, Roger headed back down the hall, kicked open the entrance door with his foot and jumped over the steps, landing on the sidewalk. He ran between two parked cars and bolted out into the street, never checking to see if there was any on-coming traffic. Luck was on his side, and he made it safely across the street and into the neighborhood park.
Furious at being tricked by such a twerp, Moose was in hot pursuit, following Roger’s path exactly. The driver of a moving van going a little over the 15-mph speed limit saw him dart out from between the same two cars. He slammed on his brakes. The wheels screeched and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air. There was no way he could stop in time.
Chapter Three

Somewhere suspended way above the clouds, but below the planets, was a very large gray and white two-story building. No one really knew what kept it suspended up there. The building was so big that if you stood at one end, you couldn’t see the other end. In fact, you couldn’t see any end if you stood in the middle. The first floor was full of various administrative offices and classrooms. The second floor was one humongous room filled with servers, computers and monitors. Behind the gray building were condominiums and behind them was a mall, a movie theater, a pharmacy, athletic fields, and a town much like, well like yours.
The people that lived there called themselves “Uptheres” simply because they lived up there above the clouds. If they lived in the condominiums behind the gray building, they were “Uptheres Backtheres” and if they lived in the town, they were “Uptheres Outtheres.”
If they lived in the condominium and worked on the second floor of the gray building, they were called the “Uptheres Backtheres Upstairs,” and if they lived in the condominium and worked on the first floor they were called … you guessed it the “Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs.” So what would you call a person living in town and working on the second floor of the gray building? Think a moment … that’s it, the “Uptheres Outtheres Upstairs.”
Stanley and David stood at the back of a group of four other “Uptheres Outtheres Downstairs” trainees who were about to start their final training to become “Uptheres Outtheres Upstairs.” They were all in a special computer training lab located in the first floor of the gray building. Everyone except the Boss was wearing a big white badge with the bold dark red letters, UOD (see above because I’m tired of repeating it). He could have been called the “Uptheres Outtheres Backtheres Downstairs Upstairs Overalltheres Boss” (UOBDUOB), but he preferred to be referred to as just “The Boss” (TB). TB had a booming deep voice and had just begun his welcoming lecture. Everyone was listening intently. Everyone, that is, except Stanley and David.
David was taller and huskier than Stanley. A small rim of dark brown hair marked the boundary between David’s shiny baldhead and the tops of his ears. Whenever he wore a turtleneck sweater, it made him look like a giant underarm deodorant container.
Stanley was skinnier and less muscular. His thinning, once full head of jet-black hair made him look the younger of the two. No one would ever guess that he would be 150 years old on his next birthday. Neat and well dressed, his shirts and pants always had well-defined creases.
Both wore glasses and dark blue baseball caps with the same letters embroidered on the front – but arranged differently. David’s read “LISTEN,” while Stanley’s read “SILENT.” They had already completed their four years of classes and tests, and were now starting their internship year. At the end of this year, their work as UODs would be evaluated by a special panel of “Senior Uptheres Evaluators” (SUE) who judged if they were eligible to become UOUs. If they didn’t make it the first time, they would be given another six-month trial. If they didn’t make it, they would be UODs forever, and would be saddled with a boring desk job.
“The most important thing to remember,” said the Boss, pointing to a sign above each monitor, is this:
Never push the emergency Purple Button *
*In the event of an emergency call the Boss immediately!”
The Boss
“Never Touch The Purple Button!!”
For four years, all their instructors and the Boss took every opportunity to talk about the emergency Purple Button. “Pay attention, class – Purple Button, blah, blah, blah” or “Remember class – Purple Button, yada, yada, yada.” Everyone listened intently. Everyone, except Stanley and David. Hearing the words Purple Button was a signal for Stanley and David to mentally drift off. David thought about how he could improve his serve in tennis, and Stanley thought about taking pictures of the clouds.
“OK, class,” The Boss said, rubbing his hands together. “Today is what I like to call a live fire exercise. You’re all going online in real time. Like they would say in the Navy, if we had one, ACTION STATIONS – THIS IS NO DRILL!”
There was an excited murmur among the students.
The Boss slowly looked around the class, his eyes focusing on David and Stanley. “Your job is to monitor what is going on. If you see anything that looks like an emergency, you are to push the Purple Button immediately and then call me. Right?”
David and Stanley nodded yes instinctively.
The Boss pushed his way through the group and stopped in front of Stanley and David. “So both of you would push the Purple Button first and then call me?”
They both nodded yes, but in unison said “No!”
“What is it? Yes or No?” He was definitely annoyed.
“No? Yes”
Stanley and David stood silently.
“I want to see the two of you in my office as soon as I’m finished talking.”
Most people think the Uptheres are perfect, that they never do anything wrong and that there will always be nice to one another. The fact that Stanley and David weren’t paying attention gives you a little clue that this isn’t true. But a better example probably is Eric and Rebecca, two of the other class members.
Eric was short and chubby. If you looked at his shirt, you can always tell what he had for his last meal. Rebecca was tall and slim. She was so very well organized that she was often late for class, because she had to check and recheck everything. Rebecca didn’t like David because he didn’t ask her to the Fall Dance or the Winter Dance or the Spring Dance, or any dance period. She didn’t like Stanley because Eric didn’t like Stanley. Eric didn’t like Stanley because Stanley knew how to slurp up a big bowl of spaghetti heaped with tomato sauce, without getting one drop of anything on his white shirt and never seem to gain one ounce no matter what he ate. Eric also hated David because Rebecca hated him. They laughed loudly as the Boss continued to stare at David and Stanley in silence.
After the Boss finished, he hurriedly went to his office.
“Nice going,” smirked Eric, his shirt already showing a yellow stain from the egg he had for breakfast.
“The two of you,” said Rebecca with a smile “will be the first WDITTF.” David and Stanley looked puzzled. “Way Downthers in The Toilet Forevers,” she chuckled. And with a turned up nose, Rebecca and Eric left laughing.
This was definitely not a good way for David and Stanley to start off the morning. Their visit to the Boss was short, but not so sweet. The Boss was allowing them to participate in the “live fire” exercise after giving them another face-to-face pay attention and Purple Button lecture.
Stanley and David, their ears still red from the chewing out they had received, returned to their computer stations, located next to each other. Each of their monitors had a Purple button. It was larger than the other buttons, and was encased in a clear plastic covering that had to be lifted before it could be pushed. It was located to the left of two smaller red buttons and just underneath a row of flashing orange buttons.
“How long do you think the Boss will be mad at us?” asked David.
Stanley thought for a moment. “He’s got so much on his mind that by this afternoon he’ll have forgotten all about this.”
“He seemed pretty mad,” said David. “Do you think that will stop us from ever getting our degree? I heard about this guy two years ahead of us who …”
Stanley shook his head. “Will you ever stop worrying? Everything will be fine.” Turning his attention back to his monitor, Stanley said, “Pay attention to your monitor for now.”
Each had a certain area of the world to watch. They had learned about human behavior in the classroom and now they were to observe it first hand. If they had any questions or if they saw something they didn’t like, they were to tell the “Uptheres Backtheres Downstairs Area Supervisor” (UBDAS) assigned to supervise their area. He or she would answer the question or handle the situation from there.
“Are you sure the Boss will forget about it by this afternoon?”
Stanley stared at David, but didn’t answer. David was a worrier. Every test he took, he worried about flunking. Every new food he ate, he worried about getting sick. Every time he exercised, he worried about overexerting himself. If he didn’t have any worries, he worried about why he didn’t have anything to worry about. Every time he was beginning to worry, he would pull at his left ear, twice downward, three times upward and once outward.
The two didn’t look at or talk to each other for the next hour. Stanley was watching a family with little kids have breakfast when David tapped him on the shoulder.
David was pulling at his left ear.
“Could you look at this for a second. I’m worried about what’s going to happen.”
“It’ll be fine,” said Stanley, continuing to look at his monitor.
“No seriously,” said David, his voice getting higher and louder. “Please look!”
Stanley continued to look at his own monitor.
“Pleeease!”
Another worry that’s not a worry, thought Stanley. He leaned over to look, an annoyed expression on his face. Was this the beginning of a whole year of worrying and being asked to look? But what Stanley saw changed his expression from annoyance to panic. One boy was chasing another boy. The first boy had already crossed the street. The second boy was about to run between two parked cars into the street. A big red moving truck was barreling down the street faster than the speed limit.
“Do something,” shouted Stanley
“What?” David responded.
“Get an UBDAS.” Stanley looked left and David looked right. There was none in sight. “Call the Boss,” Stanley pleaded.
“You call,” replied David.
“It’s your monitor,” insisted Stanley.
The events on the monitor were moving in slow motion. With hands shaking, David picked up the phone and dialed 911.
The line was busy. He tried it again. Busy. They looked again for a supervisor. No one was in sight. “We’ve got to do something NOW!” There was panic in his voice.
Stanley lifted the plastic covering on David’s purple button. “Push it!” he yelled.
“You push yours.”
“I’m scared!”
“We’ll push yours together. “
Both hands went on the purple button and they pushed. The image on the screen froze leaving the truck stopped 30 feet from boy who was frozen in a running position. The screen went blank and was replaced with questions and instructions
If this is an emergency, press one.
If this is not an emergency, press escape.
David pressed one.
If this is a life or death emergency, press one.
If this is another kind of emergency, press two.
David looked at Stanley. Stanley pressed one.
For a temporary soul transfer, press one.
For a start the whole thing over with a different results, press two.
David pressed two
Option Invalid. Situation too far along. Please try another.
Stanley pressed one
Place your cursor over the person in question and click twice.
David moved the cursor over the boy who was frozen in the street 30 feet from the truck and double clicked. A small box appeared. Inside the box was the following information:

Name: Maxwell Thomas Drake III
Nickname: Moose
Age: 13
Likes: Computer Games, Sports
Dislikes: School, homework, cleaning room
Favorite Movie
The Mighty Ducks
Favorite Sports
Hockey
Favorite Food
Pizza
Words from the profile began to flash in white, then red, then yellow. The monitor went black
Soul match in progress.
(less than 1 minute remaining)
David was now tugging at his ear. “We shouldn’t have pushed that button” said David, pacing back and forth. “We’re going to get in so much trouble”
(less than 30 seconds)
“We had no choice,” replied Stanley calmly, although his insides were shaking.
(less than 20 seconds)
The screen flickered, and flashed bright yellow and purple streaks. The word Drake appeared so tiny at first you couldn’t read it, but grew in size until it filled the entire screen. Then, the screen went dead.

“That’s it. We’re done. We broke the screen. We broke the computer. We pushed what we shouldn’t have pushed.

We’re done. We’re … but just then the picture on the screen returned. In the center of the screen was a duck surrounded by five dark brown-spotted gray snapping squirrels.

I asked the students to write what happened next ,their own Chapter 4. In the next post Chapter 4 Part 2 you’ll see what they wrote. But I would like middle grade children all over the world to send me their Chapter 4′s. and I will post them. Let’s see how many I can get.

Send them to  joel@stresslessshrink.com

Thanks and happy writing.

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Assembly at Puxi

5th grade learns "How to get rid of your older brother"

5th grade learns "How to get rid of your older brother"

Noses are Red

Noses are Red
Thanks from SAS Puxi

Thanks from SAS Puxi

Thank you  SAS Puxi

Thank you SAS Puxi

Noses are everywhere!!

Noses are everywhere!!

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It doesn’t get better than this at SAS Puxi

Book signings

Book signings

What does a 13 y/o girl think of boys?

What does a 13 y/o girl think of boys?
Parents get into the laughing mode!

Parents get into the laughing mode!

The kids were great. The teachers were wonderful. Ellen was amazing. It doesn’t get better than this!!

Class Fun

Class Fun

Let get creative!

Let get creative!

What would happen if ....?"

What would happen if ....?"

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