When Sir Pigglesworth regained his energy, they all rode a catamaran to a cove where everyone went snorkeling.
He finally got to see the coral and fish he had been dying to see since he arrived.
But his favorite part was the eel he saw swimming past him.
He put his arms at his sides and began swaying side to side, trying to swim like the eel.
He was trying so hard that he didn’t notice the large gray thing in front of him until he ran smack into it!
Sir Pigglesworth looked up at the ‘thing’ in front of him. All he saw was the color and he instantly panicked.
It’s the shark! He followed me! And now he’s going to eat me for dinner! Sir Pigglesworth thought as he swam away as fast as his flippers could move.
He quickly scrambled out of the water and up onto a rock.
“He’s here! He’s here! I taste awful! I won’t taste like steak at all!” he cried.
“What’s wrong?” Bill asked, sticking his head out of the water.
“That mean shark from Bermuda followed me here!”
Bill laughed. “That isn’t a shark,” he said. “It’s a rock.”
Sir Pigglesworth breathed a huge sigh of relief and dove back into the water.
“Where are you going?” Bill asked.
Sir Pigglesworth popped his head back up. “I’m going to show that rock that he doesn’t scare me,” he answered.
The next morning Sir Pigglesworth was eager to snorkel again.
There was a certain clown fish that had given him a funny look yesterday. He wanted to show him that he could make an even funnier face! But JoAnn had other plans.
“I’m going to read to the kids at the school I attended many years ago.”
“I want to donate some of the books I’ve written to them,” she explained.
“Well, I guess I could make funny faces at them instead,” Sir Pigglesworth said.
“What?” JoAnn asked.
“Oh, nothing,” he said with a grin.
“Let’s go, we don’t want to keep the kids waiting!”
Sir Pigglesworth enjoyed listening to JoAnn read so much that he forgot to make faces at the kids.
Instead, he squeezed into a seat with his new friend, Felipe. He nearly knocked him off the chair as he squirmed about trying to get comfortable.
When storytime was over, JoAnn asked Sir Pigglesworth and their teacher, Senorita Rossana, if they would help pass out the books she was donating to the class.
As Sir Pigglesworth handed a book to Ana Sofia, she smiled at him and said, “JoAnn’s a wonderful storyteller.”
Sir Pigglesworth beamed proudly. “She’s almost as good at reading as she is at scratching behind ears.”
His hoof thumped against the floor as he thought about it.
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