Freddie Figg is your typical grade school student, who for whatever reason is always getting himself into trouble, whether or not he had actually been at fault; and is now in the principal’s office, along with his mother so you can try to explain what happened.
At this apparently advanced grade school, imagine dissect a squid there in the fourth or fifth grade. When I went to school we dissected a frog in our seventh grade science class.
Everything had been fine. Ms. Brown had passed out the trays of squids wrapped up in a plastic wrap and then left to go to the supply room to get everything they would need to do the dissecting.
Soon afterwards hapless Freddie had been the only one who saw a squid coming out the sink of the teacher’s lab table, a squid who wanted to play a game of hide and seek with him. But after several futile attempts in getting Oscar or Zoe to see the squid, Freddie it upon to get everyone else out of the classroom and into the hallway so he could get rid of the squid himself.
As the story progresses the squid gets bigger and bigger until it was a large as a car, and at the same time the struggle better Freddie and the squid intensifies. At the end of the story, Freddie had returned the squid to the sink and drain from where it came from. There was no sign of the squid actually being there except for the slime and ink which were now mysteriously covering Freddie as well as the walls and floor.
Was what Freddie told the principal and his mother the truth or had it been a wonderful fantasy from his imagination? You’ll have to decide for yourselves. But be warned the last sentence might have you thinking about your answer a second time.
For having written this delightful story which you’ll have to read in one sitting I’m giving this book 5 STARS.