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I
told
him
thanks
doc
you
wont
be
sorry
for
giving
me
my
2nd
chanse
like
Miss
Kinnian
says
.
And
I
meen
it
like
I
tolld
them
.
After
the
operashun
Im
gonna
try
to
be
smart
.
Im
gonna
try
awful
hard
.
Im
skared
.
Lots
of
pepul
who
werk
at
the
collidge
and
the
pepul
at
the
medicil
school
came
to
wish
me
luk
.
Burt
the
tester
brot
me
some
flowers
he
said
they
were
from
the
pepul
at
the
psych
departmint
.
He
wished
me
luk
.
I
hope
I
have
luk
.
I
got
my
rabits
foot
and
my
luky
penny
and
my
horshoe
.
Dr
Strauss
said
dont
be
so
superstishus
Charlie
.
This
is
sience
.
I
dont
no
what
sience
is
but
they
all
keep
saying
it
so
mabye
its
something
that
helps
you
have
good
luk
.
Anyway
Im
keeping
my
rabits
foot
in
one
hand
and
my
luky
penny
in
the
other
hand
with
the
hole
in
it
.
The
penny
I
meen
.
I
wish
I
coud
take
the
horshoe
with
me
to
but
its
hevy
so
Ill
just
leeve
it
in
my
jaket
.
Joe
Carp
from
the
bakery
brot
me
a
chokilat
cake
from
Mr
Donner
and
the
folks
at
the
bakery
and
they
hope
I
get
better
soon
.
At
the
bakery
they
think
Im
sick
becaus
thats
what
Prof
Nemur
said
I
shoud
tell
them
and
nothing
about
an
operashun
for
getting
smart
.
Thats
a
secrit
until
after
in
case
it
dont
werk
or
something
goes
wrong
.
Then
Miss
Kinnian
came
to
see
me
and
she
brout
me
some
magizenes
to
reed
,
and
she
lookd
kind
of
nervus
and
skared
.
She
fixd
up
the
flowres
on
my
tabel
and
put
evry
thing
nice
and
neet
not
messd
up
like
I
made
it
.
And
she
fixd
the
pilow
under
my
hed
.
She
likes
me
alot
becaus
I
try
very
hard
to
lern
evrything
not
like
some
of
the
pepul
at
the
adult
center
who
dont
reely
care
.
She
wants
me
to
get
smart
.
I
know
.
Then
Prof
Nemur
said
I
cant
have
any
more
visiters
becaus
I
got
to
rest
.
I
askd
Prof
Nemur
if
I
coud
beet
Al
gernon
in
the
race
after
the
operashun
and
he
sayd
mabye
If
the
operashun
werks
good
Ill
show
that
mouse
I
can
be
as
smart
as
he
is
even
smarter
.
Then
Ill
be
abel
to
reed
bet
ter
and
spell
the
werds
good
and
know
lots
of
things
and
be
like
other
pepul
.
Boy
that
woud
serprise
everyone
.
If
the
operashun
werks
and
I
get
smart
mabye
Ill
be
abel
to
find
my
mom
and
dad
and
sister
and
show
them
.
Boy
woud
they
be
serprised
to
see
me
smart
just
like
them
and
my
sister
.
Prof
Nemur
says
if
it
werks
good
and
its
perminent
they
will
make
other
pepul
like
me
smart
also
.
Mabye
pepul
all
over
the
werld
.
And
he
said
that
meens
Im
doing
somthing
grate
for
sience
and
Ill
be
famus
and
my
name
will
go
down
in
the
books
.
I
dont
care
so
much
about
bee
-
ing
famus
.
I
just
want
to
be
smart
like
other
pepul
so
I
can
have
lots
of
frends
who
like
me
.
They
dint
give
me
anything
to
eat
today
.
I
dont
know
what
eating
got
to
do
with
geting
smart
and
Im
hungry
Prof
Nemur
took
away
my
choklate
cake
.
That
Prof
Nemur
is
a
growch
.
Dr
.
Strauss
says
I
can
have
it
back
after
the
operashun
.
You
cant
eat
before
a
operashun
.
Not
even
cheese
.
The
operashun
dint
hert
.
Dr
.
Strauss
did
it
while
I
was
sleeping
.
I
dont
know
how
because
I
dint
see
but
there
was
bandiges
on
my
eyes
and
my
head
for
3
days
so
I
couldnt
make
no
progress
report
till
today
.
The
skinny
nerse
who
wached
me
riting
says
I
spelld
progress
rong
and
she
tolld
me
how
to
spell
it
and
report
to
and
march
.
I
got
to
remembir
that
.
I
have
a
very
bad
memary
for
speling
.
Anyway
they
took
off
the
bandiges
from
my
eyes
today
so
I
can
make
a
progress
report
now
.
But
there
is
still
some
bandigis
on
my
head
.
I
was
skared
when
they
came
in
and
tolld
me
it
was
time
to
go
for
the
operashun
.
They
maid
me
get
out
of
the
bed
and
on
another
bed
that
has
weels
on
it
and
they
rolld
me
out
of
the
room
and
down
the
hall
to
the
door
that
says
sergery
.
Boy
was
I
serprised
that
it
was
a
big
room
with
green
walls
and
lots
of
docters
sitting
around
up
high
all
around
the
room
waching
the
operashun
.
I
dint
no
it
was
going
to
be
like
a
show
.
