She was coming back.
From that day on, Monkey Mart wasn't a secret. It was a . Each week, one student was named "Monkey Mart Manager," in charge of delivering a single, teacher-approved snack to Mico’s drawer. classroom 6x monkey mart
A tiny, squeaky “ Peh-chew! ”
Sofia unlatched the drawer with a paperclip. Inside, nestled in a bed of shredded notebook paper, was Mico—no bigger than a tea light candle, with enormous golden eyes and a tiny striped tail curled around a thimble. She was coming back
