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rounding up milk jugs from all over the school. They piled up plastic bottles from the kindergarten classes, and from the teachers’ lunchroom. They even rescued some from the trash.
    Class 3T worked as hard as an army of leaf-cutter ants. “That was cool how you got us out of Math,” whispered Frank.
    “This is more fun than when you put my arm in a cast,” said Jessica.
    “We still need a ton more bottles if we’re going to save the rain forest,” said Rocky.
    “Rocky’s right,” said Mr. Todd. “Let’s go home and see how many bottles we can collect over the weekend. Ask your family and neighbors. Tell your friends.”
    Judy Moody felt as sharp as a pencil point. They were just a few days and a few hundred bottles away from saving the rain forest.
    She was in a Judy-Moody-best-mood-ever. At last she was on her way to saving the world. And the best part was she no longer had to do it all by herself. Class 3T would save the world together. Like an ecosystem!
    She, Judy Monarch Moody, knew just how a butterfly felt coming out of the chrysalis. Light as a feather.

“Let’s go on a bottle hunt,” said Rocky. “After school.”
    “I sure hope bottles are easier to find than northeast beach tiger beetles,” Judy said.
    They raided Rocky’s garage first and found two milk crates full of bottles that had not been recycled. “Rare!” said Judy. “Twenty-seven bottles!”
    “But they’re all smooshed. I forgot my mom stomps them.”
    “That’s okay,” said Judy. “They’re ABC bottles. Already Been Crushed!”
    At Judy’s, her mother let her have the stash of milk jugs she was saving to make bird feeders. Dad didn’t have any bottles, so he gave Rocky and Judy one dollar bill each to plant a tree.
    “Thanks, Mr. Moody!” said Rocky.
    Judy kissed George Washington right on his presidential nose.
    “Does this mean I can wear lipstick again?” asked Mom.
    “And I can drink coffee?” said Dad.
    “Yes. But not too much,” laughed Judy.
    “No fair,” said Stink. “I’d plant a tree, too, if I could have a dollar or something.”
    “Or something,” said Judy.

    All the next week, Class 3T piled up a mountain of bottles in the multipurpose room. Bags of bottles, boxes of bottles, bins full of bottles. “Great teamwork, class,” said Mr. Todd. “Did you know we throw away two and a half million plastic bottles every hour in this country? In three months, we throw away enough bottles to circle the globe.”
    “Look out!” said Rocky. “Bottles are taking over the earth!”
    “People should recycle them,” said Jessica Finch. “My dad has a jacket made out of recycled plastic bottles. My socks are made out of bottles, too.”
    “No way,” said Judy. She turned around to take a look at the plastic-bottle socks. They looked regular. They did not look plastic at all.
    “It’s true,” said Mr. Todd. “All that plastic can be recycled to make toys and coat hangers and picture frames. Even recycling bins!”
    “How many bottles do you think we have so far?” asked Jessica.
    “Let’s pile them up all together to see how high they go,” said Brad.
    Class 3T spent their Math class piling up bottles and more bottles.
    “We should call it Bottle Mountain,” said Rocky.
    “Double cool,” said Frank. “It looks like a giant igloo.”
    When they had added every last bottle, Mr. Todd said, “Tomorrow’s the big day. Tomorrow we’ll find out the grand total number of bottles we have. Our principal, Ms. Tuxedo, will make an announcement to tell the school how much money we’ve raised. Now let’s hurry back to class so nobody misses the bus.”
    “Tomorrow!” said Judy. “That’s twenty-four more hours!” She couldn’t wait to find out how many trees would be planted in the rain forest for the Virginia Dare School.

When Judy and Rocky stepped off the bus on Friday morning, Ms. Tuxedo was standing outside the school doors. “How’s it going, you two?”
    “Pretty good, I