29 - Monster Blood III

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see who’s hanging out at the playground. Maybe we can
surprise some other kids.”
    Evan crossed the street, taking long, heavy strides. He felt as if he were
walking on stilts. This is kind of cool, he told himself. I’m the biggest person
in the world!
    He passed by the neighbors’ basketball hoop, which stood on a pole at the
curb. Hey—I’m at least six feet taller than the basket! he realized.
    “Hey—wait up!” Andy called breathlessly. “Don’t walk so fast!”
    “I can’t help it!” Evan called back.
    A small blue car rolled by, then squealed to a stop. Evan could see a woman
and two kids in the car. They were all staring out at him.
    A little girl on a bike turned the corner. She started pedaling toward Evan.
He saw the look of surprise on her face when she spotted him.
    She braked her bike hard, nearly toppling over the handlebars. Then she
wheeled around and sped out of sight.
    Evan laughed.
    Another car screeched to a halt.
    As he started to cross another street, Evan turned to see who was in the car.
He didn’t watch where he was going.
    A loud crunch made him stop.
    With a gasp, he peered down—and saw that he had stepped on a car.
    “Oh, no!” Evan cried. His sneaker had crushed in the top of the car—as if
it were made of tinfoil.
    Evan backed away in horror. Was someone inside?
    He dropped to his knees to stare in the window. “Thank goodness!” he cried
when he saw that the car was empty.
    “Wow!” Kermit exclaimed, walking around and around the smashed-in car. “You
must weigh at least a ton, Evan!”
    Andy stepped up beside Evan, who remained on his knees. “Be careful,” she
warned. “You’ve got to watch every step.”
    Evan nodded in agreement. “At least I think I’ve stopped growing,” he called
down to her.
    As they reached the playground, Evan saw several kids shouting and pointing
excitedly at a tall maple tree on the corner.
    What’s going on? Evan wondered.
    As he lumbered closer, he saw the problem. Their yellow kite had become stuck
up in the tree.
    “Hey—no problem!” Evan boomed.
    The kids screamed and cried out in surprise as Evan stepped up to them. They
all backed away, their faces tight with fear.
    Evan reached up easily and tugged the kite loose from the tree limb. Then he
leaned down and gently handed it to the nearest kid.
    “Hey, thanks!” A grin spread across the kid’s freckled face.
    The other kids all cheered. Evan took a bow.
    Andy laughed. “You need a red cape and a pair of blue tights,” she shouted up
to him. “It’s Super Evan!”
    “Super Evan!” the kids shouted as they ran off happily with their kite.
    Evan leaned down to talk to Andy. “If I stay big like this, do you think I
really could get a job as a superhero?”
    “I don’t think it pays very well,” Kermit chimed in. “In the comic books, you never see those guys getting paid.”
    They crossed the street and headed toward the playground. Evan glanced at the
redbrick school building on the corner. It’s so small, he thought.
    He suddenly realized that he stood at least two stories tall. If I walk over
there, I can see into the second-floor classrooms, he thought.
    How will I go to school? Evan wondered. I can’t squeeze through the door. I
won’t fit in Mrs. McGrady’s room anymore.
    Feeling a wave of sadness roll over him, he turned away from the school
building. He heard cheers and shouts. A softball game was underway on the
practice diamond.
    Evan recognized Billy Denver and Brian Johnson and some of the other kids. He
always had to beg to play softball with them. They never wanted Evan on their team because he wasn’t a very good hitter.
    He strolled over the grass to the practice diamond. Andy and Kermit ran
behind him, struggling to keep up.
    Brian was starting to pitch the ball. But he stopped short when he spotted
Evan. The ball dropped from his hand and dribbled to the ground.
    Players on both teams gasped and shouted.
    Evan strode up to

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