16 “You did not choose me. I chose you. And I gave you this work: to go and produce fruit—fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you anything you ask for in my name.
“Neighbor, n–e-i-g-……..h-b-o-r, neighbor,” Bobby spelled hoarsely.
“Good job, Bobby. Sallie, please spell ‘friendship’.”
“Friendship, f-r-i-e-n-d-s-h-i-p, friendship.”
The words went back and forth for several more rounds, each round getting slower and more difficult. Once or twice, one of the children would misspell a word, but the other student would also, so they were still both in the race.
“Bobby, please spell ‘blossoming’.”
“Blossoming, b-l-o-s-o-m-i-n-g, blossoming.”
The whole room seemed to hold its breath. A face at the window just grinned.
“I’m sorry, that’s incorrect. Sallie, please spell ‘blossoming’.”
“Blossoming, b-l-o-s-s-o-m-i-n-g, blossoming.”
“Correct. Sallie, please spell the word ‘zucchini’.”
“Zucchini, z-u-c-c-h-i-n-i, zucchini.”
As cheers and claps filled the room, and tears ran down the face in the window, Miss Nora announced, “Congratulations to Sallie Squirrel, our first spelling bee champion of our new school year! I am happy to award Sallie a bouquet of ribbons, and a comb and brush set for first place. Bobby Bunny, will you come to the front again, please? I also have an award for our runner up, a new soccer ball.”
It would be hard to say who looked happier, Sallie or Bobby. Hard to say until the face in the window became the face in the door.
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