HOW ROY GILROY GOT PIZZA FOR LUNCH

Oh, boy! What a day!

How about that! Roy Gilroy stopping dead in his tracks? Just so.

Something smelled really good. Let’s check it out, I said to myself. I raised my head slightly, opened my mouth, curled my upper lip and picked up the scent on my tongue. I had to hold my breath for a few seconds after sucking in air.

Pizza ?!

There must be a kitchen around, I thought. Soon I saw Miss Amy carrying a tray with food to the classroom. My next move was a crazy dash down the corridor.