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A Bad Case of Stripes Shannon, David
Camilla Cream loved lima beans. But she never ate them. All of her friends hated lima beans, and she wanted to fit in. Camilla was always worried about what other people thought of her. Today she was fretting even more than usual. It was the first day of school, and she couldn’t decide what to wear. There were so many people to impress! She tried on forty-two outfits, but none seemed quite right. She put on a pretty red dress and looked in the mirror. Then she screamed. Her mother ran into the room, and she screamed, too. “Oh my heavens! She cried,
“You’re completely covered with stripes!” This was certainly true. Camilla was stripped from head to toe. She looked like a rainbow. Mrs. Cream felt Camilla’s forehead “Do you feel alright?” she asked. “I feel fine,” Camilla answered, “but just look at me!” “You get back in bed this instant,” her mother ordered. “You’re not going to school today.” Camilla was relieved. She didn’t want to miss the first day of school, but she was afraid of what the other kids would say. And she had no idea what to wear with those crazy striped. That afternoon, Dr. Bumble came to examine Camilla. “Most extraordinary!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Are you having any coughing, sneezing, runny nose, aches, pains, or uncontrollable twitching?” “No,” Camilla told him. “I feel fine.” “Well then,” Dr.
calling out different shapes and colors, and poor Camilla was changing faster than you can change channels on T.V. That night, Mrs. Harms, the school principal, called. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Cream,” he said. “I’m going to have to ask you to keep Camilla home from school. She’s just too much of a distraction, and I’ve been getting calls from the other parents. They’re afraid those stripes might be contagious. Camilla was so embarrassed. She couldn’t believe that two days ago everyone liked her. Now, nobody wanted to be in the same room with her. Her father tried to make her feel better. “Is there anything I can get you, sweetheart?” he asked. “No, thank you,” sighed Camilla. What she really wanted was a nice plate of lima beans, but she had been laughed at enough for one day.
“Hmm, well, yes, I see,” Dr. Bumble mumbled when Mr. Cream phoned the next day. “I think I’d better bring in the Specialists. “We’ll be right over.” About an hour later, Dr. Bumble arrived with four people in long white coats. He introduced them to the Creams. “This is Dr. Grop, Dr. Sponge, Dr. Cricket, and Dr. Young.” Then the Specialist went to work on Camilla. They squeezed and jabbed, tapped and tested. It was very uncomfortable. “Well. It’s not the mumps,” concluded Dr. Grop. “Or the measles,” said Dr. Sponge. “Definitely not chicken pox,” put in Dr. Cricket. “Or sunburn,” said Dr. Young. “Try these,” said the Specialists. They each handed her a bottle filled with different colored pills. “Take one of each before bed,” said Dr. Grop.
Camilla. “Or possibly some form of bacteria,” said Mr. Mellon. Out popped squiggly little bacteria tails. “Or it could be a fungus,” added Dr. Gourd. Instantly, Camilla was covered with different colored fungus blotches. The Experts looked at Camilla, then at each other. “We need to go over these numbers again back at the lab,” Dr. Gourd explained. “We’ll call you when we know something.” But the Experts didn’t have a clue, much less a cure. By now, the T.V. news had found out about Camilla. Reporters from every channel were outside her house, telling the story of “The Bizarre Case of the Incredible Changing Kid.” Soon a huge crowd was camped out on the front lawn. The Creams were swamped with all kinds of remedies from psychologists, allergists, herbalists,
nutritionists, psychics, an old medicine man, a guru, and even a veterinarian. Each so-called cure only added to poor Camilla’s strange appearance until it was hard to even recognize her. She sprouted roots and berries and crystals and feathers and a long furry tail. But nothing worked. One day, a woman who called herself an Environmental Therapist claimed she could cure Camilla. “Close your eyes,” she said. “Breathe deeply, and become one with your room.” “I wish you hadn’t said that,” Camilla groaned. Slowly, she started to melt into the walls of her room. Her bed became her mouth, her nose was a dresser, and two paintings were her eyes. The therapist screamed and ran from the house. “What are we going to do?” cried Mrs. Cream. “It just keeps getting worse and worse!” She began to
still afraid to admit it. “Yuck!” she said. “No one likes lima beans, especially me!” “Oh, dear,” the old woman said sadly. “I guess I was wrong about you.” She put the beans back in her bag and started toward the door. Camilla watched the old woman walk away. Those beans would taste so good. And being laughed at for eating them was nothing, compared to what she’d been going through. She finally couldn’t stand it. “Wait!” she cried. “The truth is…I really love lima beans.” “I thought so,” the old woman said with a smile. She took a handful of beans and popped them into Camilla’s mouth. “Mmmm,” said Camilla. Suddenly the branches, feathers, and squiggly tails began to disappear, there stood Camilla, and everything was back to normal. “I’m cured!” she shouted. “Yes,” said the old woman. “I knew the real you was in
there somewhere.” She patted Camilla on the head. Then she went outside and vanished into the crowd. Afterward, Camilla wasn’t quite the same. Some of the kids at school said she was weird, but she didn’t care a bit. She ate all the lima beans she wanted, and she never had even a touch of stripes again.
