Eightword was a spider. He was very clever. He was pretty good at doing forward rolls. He was really good at maths. (Trust me, he is. He does high-school maths when he was only a Year 4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Same as me.) The things that eight was good at was maths, reading, spelling, writing, typing and even physics!!!!!!!!! (Trust me, he’s learning physics. He about as clever as his friend, Spidershua. Spidershua is very clever as well trust me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Actually I think you do trust because of the exclamation marks. There are 50 or 60 exclamation marks.)
Eightword’s teacher was called Spider O’Eighty. Spider only know about Maori. A bit of Moari here, a bit of Maori there, and a bit just around the corner by that bloke there. Spider made all her flydants remember heaps of stuff e.g. spelling, homework, spidary book, reading book. Eightword was getting pretty annoyed. He wanted to go to intermediate school. Fortunately he was going to intermediate school next year. He was relieved. Now if he could only get to intermedaite school without getting in trouble with the teacher called I-am-mean-but-I’m-supposed-to-be-nice.
Coming soon: No getting into trouble, Eight word!
By the way, I didn’t make up those names. They are really true! I’ve seen a talking spider before. I bet you don’t believe me but it’s true! I’m scared of spiders. ~Geronimo Stilton
Aaaaa111112: Don’t even think about lying! I don’t even know you. But I love your books. I don’t think you’re real anyway.