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Gregor the Overlander
by Suzanne Collins
Excerpt:
Gregor tripped out from between two smooth rock walls and landed
on his hands and knees. When he raised his head, Gregor found himself
looking into the largest cockroach he'd ever seen. Now, his apartment
complex had some big bugs. But the creature in front of Gregor rose
at least four feet in the air.
"Beeg bug!" cried Boots, and Gregor managed to close his
mouth.
He pushed back onto his knees but he still had to tilt his head
back to see the whole roach. It was holding some kind of torch.
Boots scampered over to Gregor and tugged on the neck of his shirt.
"Beeeg bug!" she insisted.
Yes, I see, Boots. Big Bug!" said Gregor in a hushed voice,
wrapping his arms tightly around his little sister. "Very
big
bug."
He tried hard to remember what cockroaches ate. Garbage, rotten
food
people? He didn't think they ate people. Not the little
ones anyway. Maybe they wanted to eat people but they kept getting
stepped on first. At any rate it wasn't a good time to find out.
Trying to appear casual, Gregor slowly edged his way back toward
the crack in the rocks. "Okay Mr. Roach, so we'll be going.
Sorry we bugged youI mean, bothered you, I mean"
Smells what so good, smells what?" a voice hissed. It took
Gregor a full minute to realize it had come from the cockroach.
He was too stunned to make any sense of the strange words.
"Uh
excuse me?" he managed.
"Smells what so good, smells what?" the voice hissed again,
but the tone wasn't threatening. Just curious, and maybe a little
excited. "Be small human, be?"
"All right, okay, I'm talking to a giant cockroach," thought
Gregor. "Be cool, be nice, answer the bug. He wants to know
'Smells so good, smells what?' So tell him." Gregor forced
himself to take a deep sniff and then regretted it. Only one thing
smelled like that.
"I poop!" said Boots, as if on cue. "I poop, Ge-go!"
"My sister need a clean diaper, " said Gregor, somehow
feeling embarrassed.
"Be she princess, Overlander, be she? Be she queen, be she?"
asked the roach, dipping its head in slavish devotion.
"Boots? A queen?" asked Gregor. Suddenly he had to laugh

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