all dressed up with no place to go. In a few short days I had created a universe of moldâblue mold, green mold, snowy white mold, and speckled black moldâand for what? Instead of going into a museum to be admired by millionsâor at least by the entire fourth grade of Woodbrook Elementary Schoolâ it would go into the trash.
Well, not the slime mold. The slime mold was staying in my room.
âHey, Mac, didnât we have a deal?â
I looked up. Aretha was standing in front of me. She had her hand on her hip.
âIf I recall correctly, you owe me some penicillin mold,â she went on. âMy troop meets tomorrow. It would be nice to be able to make the penicillin before then so I can get my badge.â
I couldnât believe it. In all the excitement of the last few days, the big speech and the big presentation and now the big, huge, disappointing letdown of no mold museum, Iâd forgotten all about the penicillium mold growing in our bathroom closet.
âI can bring what I have tomorrow,â I told her. âYou know itâs not going to be like some pink bubble-gum-tasting stuff in a childproof bottle, right? I mean, I grew the mold. I donât exactly know how to squeeze out the mold juice and turnit into medicine. I guess that would be your part of the process.â
âMold juice?â Aretha said. âNobody ever said anything about mold juice.â
âThatâs what penicillin comes from,â I said. âMold juice.â
âI donât know if the Girl Scouts will like that,â Aretha said.
âIf theyâre like everybody else, theyâll hate it,â I said. âTheyâll find it disgusting and gross and a health hazard. But itâs just mold. Itâs part of natureâs recycling project. You can use it for medicine or for blue cheese. What could be so wrong with it?â
âI love blue cheese,â Aretha said. âAt least, I love blue cheese salad dressing.â
âItâs mold,â I said with a sigh. âJust good old misunderstood mold.â
Aretha looked at me. âLet me guess.Mrs. Patino said no to your mold museum idea.â
I nodded.
âHey, you didnât tell me that,â Ben said. âThatâs really stinkazoid.â
âShe said mold is a health hazard,â I said.
âBlue cheese is a health hazard?â Aretha folded her arms over her chest. âI donât think so.â
Then she turned to Ben. âMaybe we should make this part of our campaign. âA vote for Ben and Aretha is a vote for mold!â If we get elected, we could get everybody to sign a petition, and then Mrs. Patino would have to let Mac have his mold museum.â
âUm,â Ben said. He cleared his throat. âUm, thereâs something I need to tell you.â
Aretha eyed him suspiciously. âYou have a problem with mold too?â
âUh, no, thatâs not it,â Ben said. âItâs just that Iâve decided not to run for president.â
âWhat? Why not?â
Ben looked at his sticks. âBecause I think you should be president. Youâd do a lot better job than I would.â
âBut I donât want to be president,â Aretha said. âI donât even want to be vice president. All I want is twenty merit badges by December.â
âIf you didnât want to be vice president, why did you agree to run on my ticket?â Ben asked.
âBecause I didnât think you would win, quite frankly,â Aretha said. âBesides, I needed some help making penicillin, remember?â
âBut now I probably am going to win,â Ben said. âOnly, the only reason Iâm probably going to win is because of you. When you and I made that speech, everybody saw that youâre, like, a leader or something. Iâm just an artist.â
âI do have natural leadership abilities, itâs true,â Aretha