screaming throngs of people. Meanwhile, Stanley’s body kept on waving, but he didn’t even feel like he was there.
The next morning, Stanley was examining himself in the mirror that hung on the back of his bedroom door. He turned to the side, and it was as if his body suddenly disappeared. After all, he was only half an inch thick.
Suddenly, the door flew open.
‘Guess who’s on the front page of the newspaper!’ shouted Arthur.
‘Thanks for knocking,’ Stanley grumbled. He pushed the door, and it swung away from the wall where he’d been abruptly flattened once again.
‘It’s my room, too,’ huffed Arthur. ‘Anyway, look!’
Sure enough, there was a photograph of the Lambchops atop the Grammar Society float – and right in the middle was Stanley, swinging from his mother’s flagpole. WHAT A COUNTRY! blared the headline.
Just then, the telephone rang. ‘George,’ called Stanley’s mother a moment later. ‘It’s a journalist from WUSA. They’re asking about our very own flag – Stanley!’
Stanley felt something rise up from deep inside him. ‘I AM NOT A FLAG!’ he screamed.
Arthur gaped at Stanley, and suddenly both their parents were standing in the doorway.
‘Stanley,’ his mother said slowly. ‘Are you feeling all right?’
Without answering, Stanley sprinted straight to the living room and slid under the couch, where nobody could bother him.
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