Ya-ow!

The week following The Changing of the Seats, P. Martin and his classmates entered the classroom to a new seating arrangement and the word "chevron" printed on the chalkboard in big letters.  The desks were still shaped in a "V," only, this time, they were running parallel to the board.  

Mrs. Whimbrel clapped her hands.  "You have two minutes to find your seats."

"Who needs a whistle when you sound like her?" Sterling whispered to P. Martin.

Still angry with him for swiping his chocolate-covered blueberries last week, P. Martin ignored his remark, although he couldn't have agreed more.  But that was the least of his problems.

"Ya-ow," Jaeger shouted when he spotted his desk.  

P. Martin's skin started to itch -- really itch.  Much to his distress, Jaeger's desk was directly behind his, and, already, Jaeger was making a dive for P. Martin's dictionary.  In a flash, he remembered how James Vireo's snapped Kestrel's pencil on Halloween.  P. Martin slammed the desk lid down and said, "Don't even think about it."