“You all sit a spell and I’ll get Jack,” Mr. Blackford said. When he came back, Mom, Dad, Chloe and I all looked at one another in amazement!
We expected Jack to walk out with Mr. B. (as he told us to call him). Instead, Mr. B. carried out a large cardboard box.
“I get it! It’s Jack-in-the-Box!” I exclaimed, thrilled I got the joke. Everyone was chuckling when Mr. Blackford pulled out his pocketknife and carefully opened the box.