Benny would hold the end of the pacifier clip and whirl the pacifier quickly around a few times and then let go. Pow!
“W
atch out!” I yelled. “Everyone duck!”
We all stooped down. A pacifier came hurling in our direction.
Splash! It landed in the fish tank.
“Did Goldy get killed from that catapulting pacifier?” Shuly asked.
We ran to the open fish tank and peered inside. Goldy, our fish, looked a bit dazed as she swam around and around.
“She must’ve gotten a whack on her head,” I said.
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