Sugar maple!" Mary-Todd Holt knelt over her husband. "Are you all right?"
Eisenhower sat up, and egg-size lump blooming on his crown. "Of course I'm all right!" he managed, his words slurred. "You think a little insect can stop me?"
Reagan was unconvinced. "I don't know, Dad. She brained you with a baseball bat!"
"Hockey stick," Dan corrected.
"Those could be your last words, brat–

Author: Gordon Korman

Sugar maple!" Mary-Todd Holt knelt over her husband. "Are you all right?"<br />Eisenhower sat up, and egg-size lump blooming on his crown. "Of course I'm all right!" he managed, his words slurred. "You think a little insect can stop <i>me</i>?"<br />Reagan was unconvinced. "I don't know, Dad. She brained you with a baseball bat!"<br />"Hockey stick," Dan corrected.<br />"Those could be your last words, brat– - Gordon Korman

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