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    â€œThen let’s get to it!” she yelled so they heard her almost to the end of the line. “No pushing, let the little ones in first, and have your money ready!”
    THERE WAS STILL a line out there at seven o’clock when Nilly shut the gate, but they were totally out of powder.
    â€œSold out!” Lisa shouted, and said that anyonewho hadn’t gotten to buy fart powder could come back tomorrow, once Doctor Proctor had made some more. And even though naturally a few people were a little disappointed, they quickly started looking forward to the next day. Because all the way down Cannon Avenue, you could already hear the farts banging and the laughter from the kids who had gotten to buy the powder.
    â€œPhew,” Lisa said, flopping down into a garden chair once everyone was gone.
    â€œPhew,” Nilly said.
    â€œYou know what?” Doctor Proctor said. “We have to celebrate this. What would you guys say to a little …”
    â€œJell-O!” Lisa yelled in delight.
    â€œA five-foot-long Jell-O!” Nilly yelled, jumping up and down in his chair.
    The doctor disappeared, but returned quickly with the longest Jell-O Nilly and Lisa had ever seen.
    â€œI made this just in case,” Proctor said, smiling slyly.
    And as the swallows drew strange letters in the evening sky over the pear tree, silence settled over Doctor Proctor’s yard. In the end all you could hear was the smacking noise of three mouths devouring a four-foot-eight-inch-long Jell-O.

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    WHEN LISA WALKED out her front gate the next morning, Nilly was standing there with his backpack on.
    â€œWaiting for someone who’s going the same way?” Lisa asked.
    â€œYup,” Nilly said.
    Then they started walking.
    â€œMy mom and dad asked me what was going on in Doctor Proctor’s yard yesterday,” Lisa said.
    â€œDid you tell them?” Nilly asked.
    â€œYeah, of course,” Lisa said. “I mean, it’s not a secret, is it?”
    â€œNooooo,” Nilly said hesitantly. “I just don’t usually risk telling my mom about things I think are really fun. Because she almost always decides they’re dangerous or naughty or something.”
    â€œShe may almost always be right, you know,” Lisa said.
    â€œYeah, that’s what’s so irritating,” Nilly said, kicking a rock. “What did your parents say?”
    â€œDad said it was just fine if I earned some money of my own, then he wouldn’t have to earn it for me.”
    â€œOh? So then he didn’t think it was dangerous?” Nilly asked, a bit skeptical.
    â€œA little farting? Not at all,” Lisa said. They walked for a ways before Lisa added, “Of course, I didn’t tell him about the fartonaut powder.”
    Nilly nodded. “Probably just as well.”
    â€œAnyway, I have an idea,” Lisa said.
    â€œWell, that’s definitely good,” Nilly said.
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œBecause you pretty much only ever have good ideas,” Nilly said.
    â€œI was thinking that the fart powder doesn’t really taste like anything,” Lisa said.
    â€œIt has absolutely no taste,” Nilly said.
    â€œThat’s what I’m saying.” I mean, the farting is fun,” Lisa said. “But what if we added a flavor to it, so it tastes good when you eat it, too?”
    â€œLike I said,” Nilly replied. “Only good ideas. But what kind of flavor?”
    â€œSimple,” Lisa said. “What’s the best thing you’ve tasted recently?”
    â€œSimple,” Nilly answered. “Doctor Proctor’s Jell-O.”
    â€œExactly! So what we do is add five percent essence of Jell-O to the fart powder.”
    â€œBrilliant!” Nilly exclaimed.
    â€œBrillll-yant?” they heard a voice say from right behind them. “Don’t