Book Description

Dear Reader, My name is Timmy well, actually, it's Timothy Charles Tindell, if you really must know and The Sunburned Zebra is my story. Don't get nervous, though, because I'm not telling it. Charles Kind is the one telling the story, and it's a good one, if I do say so myself. I trusted him to tell it, bad spelling and all, and Charles Kind is mostly honest exaggerates only when he has to. I have red hair, and that hair really bothered me. Well, not my hair, but what people would say about it. Also, my eyes are pretty bad so I have these really thick specs. And these bother me, too, but not so much as my red hair. Where I went to school all the teachers were Nuns, and I didn't like school much. All my friends wanted to be basketball stars. I was better at croquet. Anyway, now that I'm sixteen and about grown-up, I don't get bothered about that stuff so much. Just between you and me, sometimes I have these funny dreams. I know what you're thinking. No, they're not that kind. They're about zebras. Anyway, these zebras don't always look the same. Sometimes their stripes, the ones that are supposed to be white, change colors. Like red! I know a lot of girls, two I really like are Vicky and Candy. But they are not my girlfriends or anything like that. They're just friends of mine. You know, we hang out at school. Also, I think cars are cool. My friend got a Mustang, really nice, and I got this MG, not so nice, and it needed a bunch of work. Oh, I forgot to mention I got in this car wreck. Only, I'm getting a little ahead in my story. Well, I'm not going to say anything more about my personal life, so if you want the whole story, you're just going to have to read The Sunburned Zebra. Sincerely, really, Timmy P.S. Don't believe everything Charles Kind wrote about Vicky and Candy. He made up most of that!