I do not nor will ever claim to own any of Bill Waterson's Creations namely Calvin and Hobbes! They are his and nobody else's but this is my version of a tribute to Calvin and Hobbes.

Chapter 3: The spider's way.

It has been over a month now and Calvin is beaten down feeling that he can no longer take it. He sits at the same desk, in the same class, listening to the same drawl coming from the same old teacher, and his head just can't help but plaster it self to the flat surface that sits in front of him and his open mouth can't be persuaded not to drool. As all of this is happening he is beginning to drift only thinking of space crafts and zipping across galaxies.

Space Man Spiff flies at speeds only dreamed of by human fiction writers across the Gollaciztox Galaxy. He spots the planet he's been searching for and starts his descent toward the planet shwooltz . The only cause for his journey was to retrieve the information of the planet, whether or not it was to be marked as habitable or dead. So as he came nearer he began thinking should I of packed my big neutron blaster or will my regular blaster be enough. Oh well it's to late now seeing as Spiff was landing and if would take him two days to reach his home where he left his big blaster to leave room for an extra pair of nuclear protection goggles, but no matter he was on a routine mission that would take only as long as the time for the first alien to show up.

"Calvin, Calvin, CALVIN!" His teacher yelled at him and he jumped out of his desk yelling.

"It's a Shwoo!" He couldn't help it there where kids staring and some where laughing, but Calvin just had a bewildered look on his face and sat back down.

"As I was saying Calvin we are going to be getting progress reports next week, and class this being your first chance at seeing how you are doing under my instruction it will be part of your grade to show your parents. If I do not receive either a note or your progress report signed then I will be calling you parents. So, there is no point in hiding them from your moms and dads." Mrs. Eldermon informed the class and continued on with her teachings, "Now, we had just begun Chapter 16 in our history books yesterday and I gave the rest of the chapter for homework. So, Calvin why don't you tell us what chapter 16 is all about, you know sum it up."

He didn't know if it was because he tended to daydream through her lessons that she liked to call on him especially right after she'd just dragged him away from being Space Man Spiff, but right now at this very moment all he wanted to do was say "don't you know, I mean aren't you supposed to. Well are you a teacher or not. She's a FRUAD, I TELL YOU! A FRUAD!," but something kept him from saying just that he for some reason kept that in his head all to himself and let another reply escape", Well, I know it had a lot to do with right after the civil war. A lot of people went south to help and they were called carpet baggers or something but they were only called that cuz there bag was made from rug like material I think, oh and didn't people start to move west too especially the former slaves I believe there was some sorta deal so they could get there own land, but when all the people start to get out west they start having conflicts with the Native Americans and every body does bad stuff to each other. Like has any one ever heard of SCALPING it's really crazy and painful one person takes the other by their hair and"

"Calvin! That's enough, but that is not chapter 16." Mrs. Eldermon said as she was flipping through her book to where she knew she would find what he was talking about. " How do you already know what is in chapter 18 and 19 Calvin I have only just assigned 16 which was the beginning of the war?" She questioned puzzled as to how the student every teacher in the school warns about and he even was the cause of Miss Wormwoods early retirement (mental breakdown).

"Well, seeing as I'm on chapter 20 I don't see how I wouldn't know it. You know it is a pretty good read with all the violence and war and stuff the only problem I have is that they don't do a good enough job describing what the stuff was like. I want the details. I want to know what I was like during the war and a perspective from both sides, not some corny thing that gives me a bunch of vocabulary and a bunch of paragraphs that has no imagination what so ever just words on a page with dates. I want a history book that is passionate about being a history book." Calvin answered honestly bringing shock to all of the class but one.

Susie sat in the desk next to him just appreciating how well her plan was working, but the teacher was another case. Mrs. Eldermon was all most old enough to retire and she really did not want to be stuck with a student who was trying to be smart with her but she really couldn't believe her ears. As a matter of fact she was quite in aw as she stood there her expression changed to pure shock and she move towards her desk so she could take a seat. Could this be possible. Calvin most likely the student sent to the office the most in a year putting an effort into school. No, there is no way I must be dreaming, but I'm at work I don't do that only Calvin does. Now she was starting to worry the students she had a sort of glassed over look to her eyes and would not speak.

"Hey Calvin, you did it again. How many teachers is this now?" A boy in the front of the class asked, and a girl two rows over said, "Geez, Calvin why'd you have to go and lie about actually doing work you know every one knows your stupid."

"But, I didn't lie. I mean it I study after school every day. We do our homework every day and then we study for twenty more minutes after that." and with that Susie just sat there admiring her work with a sly grin on her face.