MOTHER

Oh, my goodness, Junie B., what’s wrong?

JUNIE B.

My toe is wrong! My toe is wrong! 9-1-1!

(MOTHER looks at her toe, then looks at the watering can.)

MOTHER

Junie B.... what’s the story here?

JUNIE B.

Well... at first I was practicing my kicking, and then my ball went over the fence. And then what was I supposed to do? Kick air? But good news! ’Cause just then I saw your cow can! And so I ran at him with all my might! And then I kicked him as hard as I could. Only too bad for me. ’Cause that stupid thing was filled with water! And now I have a smashed piggy toe. The end.

MOTHER

Gee, a watering can had water in it. How unusual.

(She examines JUNIE B.’s toe.)

JUNIE B.

Oh, who’s kidding who, Mother? All is lost!!! Everything is hopeless and you can’t fix it!!!!

MOTHER

Tell you what, we’ll put some ice on it, and I’ll make you a special shoe that you can wear to school. As long as you stay off it, you should be good as new in no time!

JUNIE B.

But the kickball tournament is Friday, and I was going to be the star of the whole thing!!!

MOTHER

Oh honey... I’m sure we can figure something out, okay?

JUNIE B.

No! Not okay, not okay!!!

(MOTHER looks at her.)

I mean... okay.