Second Grade Practice Decodables

Nat sat on a tan mat. Nat’s tan mat sat on tan sand. Nat had hats. Nat had hats and hats. Nat sat. Nat sat and sat. Nat’s red hats sat on Nat’s tan hats. Nat’s green hats sat on Nat. Nat’s hats sat on Nat! And Nat sat and sat. “Look at these hats! Hats! Hats! Hats!” said sad Nat. “Can I stand? No!” Sad Nat sat and sat.

Sam can stand on tan sand. Sam had no hats. Sam saw a man. Sam saw Nat. Nat had hats and hats. Nat sat and sat. “May I give you a hand, Nat?” said Sam. “May I give you hats, Sam? Hats! Hats! Hats!” said Nat.

Sam sat. Sam sat on tan sand. Nat sat red hats on Sam. Nat sat tan hats on red hats. Nat sat green hats on tan hats. Nat’s hats sat on Sam! Sam had Nat’s hats. Nat had no hats. “I can stand, stand, stand!” said Nat.

Sam had hats. Sam had hats and hats. Sam had Nat’s hats! Sam sat. Sam sat and sat. “Hats! Hats! Hats! Look at these hats!” said sad Sam. “Can I stand? No!” Sad Sam sat and sat.

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PD1: Nat’s Hats

A man had a tan hat and sat at a tan mat in sand. The man was Nat. Nat had ham. Nat sat at a tan mat and had ham.

An ant sat in sand. The ant was Nan. Nan sat in sand and had no ham. Nan was sad, sad, sad. Nat will give Nan no ham. Nan the ant may get ham. Nan got ants Tad, Dan, and Tam. Ants Tad, Dan, and Tam may get ham.

Ant Tam sat on Nat’s tan mat. Did Nat see Tam? Ants Tad and Dan sat at Nat’s ham! Did Nat see Tad and Dan?

“Ants! Ants! Ants!” said Nat. Nat was mad! Nan had ants and ants to help. Ants and ants sat in sand. Ants and ants sat at Nat’s tan mat. Ants and ants sat at Nat’s ham.

Nat had to stand! Nat didn’t like ants. These ants sat at the sand. Ants sat at Nat’s tan mat. Ants sat at Nat’s ham!

Sad Nat had to go. Nat had to give ham and a mat to these ants! Mad Nat didn’t like ants! Ants did like ham!

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PD2: Ants! Ants! Ants!

Milt has a cab. Milt’s cab sits and sits at Mill Hill. Milt can see land and water from Mill Hill. Milt can ride in his cab down Mill Hill.

A tan cat sits in Milt’s cab. A tan cat hid in Milt’s cab. The tan cat was Tam. Can Tam ride in Milt’s cab? Will Milt see a tan cat? Milt may, but Milt may miss Tam!

Milt and Tam had a cab ride down Mill Hill. Miss Dant’s class had a walk at Mill Hill. Miss Dant’s class can see Milt’s cab. Can Miss Dant’s class see Tam? The class can. Can Milt see Tam, a tan cat?

At Mill Hill, Nan and Tim had mitts, hats, and bats. Can Nan and Tim see a tan cat in Milt’s cab? They can. Can Milt see Tam, a tan cat?

Down Mill Hill, Nat and Dad stand in water. Can Nat and Dad see a tan cat in Milt’s cab? Nat and Dad can. Can Milt see Tam, a tan cat?

Milt’s cab sits. Milt sits. Tam didn’t sit. Tam jumps out of Milt’s cab. Did Milt see a tan cat jump? Milt did. Did Milt give a tan cat a ride? Milt did!

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PD3: Milt and Tam, a Tan Cat

Pat and Pam sat by a lamp. Ants had been by a lamp. Did Pat and Pam see ants sit at a lamp? Pat and Pam did. Pat and Pam didn’t like ants! “Those ants can’t sit at our lamp!” said Pat. “Ants can sit at an anthill! Ants can’t sit at our lamp!” said Pam. Can Pat and Pam get rid of ants on that lamp?

“I can get rid of ants on a lamp,” said Pat. Snap! Pat lit a lamp. Those ants ran! Ants ran past Pat. Ants ran past Pam. Ants had been on the lamp. Ants ran and hid. “Did those ants go?” said Pat and Pam.

Had ants hid in a tan mat? Had ants hid in a cat’s milk pan? Had ants hid in a bin that had bats, mitts, and caps? Had ants hid in a plant stand?

Did Pat and Pam still see ants? “I can’t see ants,” said Pat. “I still can’t see ants,” said Pam. “Ants ran and hid,” said Pat. “Ants ran to an anthill,” said Pam. Did ants go to an anthill?

Pat had a nap. Pam had a nap. Ants ran to the lamp. Ants like lamps!

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PD4: Ants at a Lamp

Mom and Pop had a plan. “We can camp at Bop Pond!” said Mom. “May I take Grant?” said Dot. Grant was Dot’s pig. “You can!” said Pop. Dot had a big grin! Dot and Grant can camp!

At Bop Pond, Pop and Mom got on a raft. Dot and Grant did, too. But Grant did not like a raft. Grant did not like Bop Pond. Grant ran off the raft fast. Grant ran too fast! Where did Grant go? Dot was sad. “We can get him,” said Pop.

On sand at Bop Pond, Mom spots Grant’s prints. “Grant’s prints are hints,” Mom said. In grass by the sand, Pop spots Grant’s damp, sand prints. “Grant’s prints are good hints,” said Pop.

In big yellow plants by grass, Dot spots a pig. “It is Grant!” said Dot. In red plants by big yellow plants, Grant spots a trap. Grant did not like a trap. Grant ran off! Grant ran fast.

Grant ran fast past red plants! Grant ran fast past big yellow plants! Grant ran fast on grass! Grant ran fast on sand! Grant ran fast to the raft! Grant sat on the raft. Grant can like a raft and Bop Pond. Grant did not like a trap! Pop, Mom, and Dot are glad.

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PD5: Grant Ran!

Mrs. Best led a class on a trip to Glen Pond. On the way, Mrs. Best said, “Class, grab a pen and print a list of what you spot.”

In a bit, Mrs. Best read Mac’s list: ants, frog, an egg in wet grass, an elm twig.

“See my big list, Mrs. Best!” said Pat. Mrs. Best read Pat’s list: ants, six nests, a web, a red fox. “A red fox!” said Mrs. Best. “It hid a bit in wet grass next to big plants. It ran fast when it saw me! I bet it went in its den.” said Pat.

Next, Mrs. Best read Brent’s list: red plants, big ants, a wet nest on damp grass, and an egg. Brent did well!

Steff held a big list. Steff read it. “Mr. Nell, a dent in a cab, a fast red jet, a bell, a pen, a bread box, a bent ax, a wig, a belt, and a tin can.” “Steff! Did you spot this at Glen Pond?” said Mrs. Best. “I did not. I did spot Mr. Nell when you said print a list. I did spot the rest on the way to Glen Pond,” said Steff.

“I meant print a list at Glen Pond,” said Mrs. Best. “I did,” said Steff. Steff read a big list!

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PD6: Lists!

“I am fast,” said Jeff. “I can tell you who is fast. I am fast!” said Max. “Let’s see who is fast!” said Jeff.

Jeff ran. Max ran. Max ran past Jeff. “I am as fast as a big jet!” said Max. Jeff ran past Max. “I am as fast as six big jets!” said Jeff.

Jeff and Max ran fast. Jeff felt hot. And Max felt hot. Drips fell off Jeff’s head. Still Jeff and Max did not stop. Max and Jeff ran and ran.

Max and Jeff ran up a hill. At the top, Max ran past Jeff. In the grass, Max did not see a bit of log. Max hit it and fell. Max spread out on the grass!

Jeff saw Max spread out on the grass. “Do not stop and rest, Max. Get up!” said Jeff. Max did not get up. Jeff had a big grin. “Do not kid me, Max,” said Jeff. Still Max did not get up. “Jeff, help me stand. I cannot get up,” said Max.

Jeff did help Max stand. “I cannot step. This left leg is bad,” said Max. Jeff said, “You can hop on this leg. I can help.”

Max did hop, and Jeff did help. Jeff and Max had to hop and hop. At last, Max and Jeff got off the hill. “Max, I can tell you hop best,” said Jeff. “And, Jeff, you are the best pal,” said Max.

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PD7: Jeff and Max

Val has a van. Val’s job is to get stuff to kids, moms, and dads. Val’s van has boxes and boxes of stuff!

Quinn is a kid. Mom and Quinn had sent for a quilt for Gramps. Mom and Quinn will give it to Gramps. The quilt had not come yet. For ten days, Quinn sat on the steps. Quinn did look for a van. But a van did not come.

The next day, Quinn and Mom will see Gramps. But the quilt did not get here yet. Sad Quinn sat on the steps. Big drops fell on him. Quinn felt wet. But Quinn still sat. The van must come!

Val had lots of stuff in the van. But wet drops fell and fell. Val had to step in mud. Val had to zip past wet spots. Val did not quit. Val and the van must get stuff to kids, moms, and dads.

Val has ten stops left. val will grab a box from the van. Val will run in mud from the van to the steps. Val will buzz bells. Val will run to the van and go to the next stop.

At her last stop, Val sees a wet kid and his mom. It is Quinn and his mom. Val hands Quinn a box. Val tells Quinn, “Here you go.” Quinn grins. “Is this box for us?” asks Quinn. “Yes,” Val tells Quinn. “In the box is a quilt for Gramps from us!” Quinn tells Val. Val felt glad. Val did her job well!

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PD8: Val’s Van

This is Gram’s land. Gram was a kid on it. Gram, Gramps, and Dad felt sad about an old elm on Gram’s land. Big winds had bent the elm. The next big wind could make it hit the grass. The elm could hit us!

Gram felt bad. When Gram was just a kid, he got to help plant the elm. But Gram’s elm had to be cut down. Dad, Gram, and Gramps had a plan. Six men cut down Gram’s elm. Six men cut it up. Elm twigs fell on Gram’s grass. Gram and Gramps felt sad. Dad, Mom, and I felt sad.

When Gram’s elm was cut, just a stump was left. Can Dad and Gramps dig it up? “Yes,” Gram said, “Let’s dig it up!” Dad and Gramps dug and dug. A stump is big! Mom and I dug a bit too.

Dad and Gramps did get the stump up. It left a big gap in Gram’s land. I could stand in the stump’s old spot. Dad and Gramps had to fill up the spot. When Dad and Gramps did, the land was wet. That meant Dad and Gramps put mud in that spot.

Mom kept some elm twigs. Mom will make gifts with the twigs. The gifts will be for Dad, Gram, and Gramps. I will not tell them about Mom’s plan. Next Gram and Gramps will plant grass in the stump spot. Gram and I will plant an elm. It will be a kid, just like me!

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PD9: Gram’s Land

Mom, Dad, Beth, and Rich were on a trip. Mom had read an ad about a fun spot to get lunch. It was a Finch Ranch. Finch Ranch sat upon a hill. It was far up. “We must take an old path. That path has bumps,” Mom said. “This van can make it!” said Dad.

But that path did have big bumps! It had big dips! Dad did not go fast. That path went up, up, up. At spots, it went next to a big cliff. “This is a bad spot to crash, Dad!” said Rich. “Rich, Dad will not crash!” said Mom.

In a bit, the path split into two paths. Dad shot his hand to the left. “Is this path best?” Dad said. Mom said yes. At last, Dad’s van sat at Finch Ranch. Finch Ranch was far up! Before lunch, Beth and Rich sat on a bench at a cliff. Beth and Rich saw lots down the hill. Beth saw Big Crab Pond. “I wish we could fish at that pond,” said Beth.

Lunch at Finch Ranch was grand! “I can munch and munch on this stuff!” said Dad. After a van trip down the hill, Mom, Dad, and the kids had a stop at Big Crab Pond. Beth and Rich could spot Finch Ranch upon the hill.

“That is such a good lunch spot,” Beth said. Just then, Rich saw a cliff. “And Dad did not crash!” said Rich. Dad, Mom, and Beth had to grin at Rich.

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PD10: Finch Ranch

Bart and Dad started on a car trip to the farm. “I wish Chip was with us,” said Bart. Chip was Bart’s pet fish. “I wish Chip was with us too,” said Dad. “But this is not a trip for a fish. The farm is far.”

It was after lunch when Bart and Dad got to the farm. There was a path that led to a barn and a path that led to a farm shop. “On which path do we start?” said Dad. “This barn path!” said Bart. The barn was not far.

At the barn, there was much to see. Bart did spot hens and pigs. Dad said, “Next let’s run up this path to that shop.” The shop had much farm stuff. It had farm gifts. “Let’s get eggs and a jar of jam,” said Dad. Bart saw a good gift. It was a big, flat dish with art on it. In the art, a dark red farm cart sat in a barn. “Can we get this dish?” said Bart. “It is a good gift.”

“Let’s look at that dish,” Dad said as he held it up. Then Dad said, “Yes, this dish is a good gift. Chip the fish will like it.”

“Chip?” said Bart. “But the gift is for Mom!” Then Bart saw Dad grin. Dad could kid a lot. Bart said, “But Mom can set it on a shelf by Chip. Then Chip can see it!” Dad saw Bart grin. Bart could kid a lot too.

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PD11: Bart’s Farm Trip

Pudge the cat sat in his backyard. That is what Pudge did. Pudge never left his yard much. That was not bad. Pudge had fun in his backyard. It had thick grass and dark rocks. It was big. Pudge could run in it. His yard had a deck with a ledge. Pudge could nap on that ledge.

Yet Pudge did look out of his backyard now and then. Pudge did look at his block. Pudge did wish he could see what was far away.

One day, the kids did not lock the backyard latch. Pudge could just run out of his yard. Pudge did! Pudge ran on a path past cars and trucks. But then Pudge slid to a stop. Did Pudge spot big pugs? Did the pugs bark at him?

Pudge hid under a black truck. The pugs did not see him. Then a man got in the truck. Will that man start it? Quick Pudge ran from under the truck!

Next Pudge ran on the edge of a park. Two men saw him. “Look, that cat cannot run in this park. Let’s catch it,” said one man. Pudge did not like that! Pudge ran and ran!

But on a bridge, Pudge had to stop. Pudge had never been on this bridge. Where was Pudge? Could Pudge get back to his yard?

Pudge ran past that park! Pudge ran to his block! Pudge ran to his yard! Then Pudge had a nap on his ledge. Pudge felt glad to be back.

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PD12: Pudge Runs

The kids yelled, “Fluff! Fluff!” Fluff hid far back on a dark shelf. The kids did not spot Fluff. Fluff did like kids. But now this tan cat just hid and rested. Cats did that.

When the kids left, Fluff jumped to a rug. Fluff will see the kids at lunch. Fluff had stuff to do. Fluff stretched a bit. Then Fluff started her job. Under the steps sat eight or nine boxes. Fluff checked to see if bugs hid in them. Fluff had not spotted bugs in the past. Fluff checked the eight or nine boxes now. Fluff still did not spot bugs.

Next Fluff snuck into the backyard. Fluff jumped on a bench. That bench had scratches on it. Fluff added a fresh scratch. Then Fluff napped in the sun.

Fluff got up and stretched a bit. Next Fluff hunted. Fluff hunted for bugs in the grass. Fluff hunted for fish in the pond. Fluff never got bugs in the grass or fish in the pond.

Fluff stretched and walked to the porch. Fluff sat as buses and trucks passed. If Fluff spots a pet, he hisses at it. Will Fluff spot a pet now? Yes! Fluff hissed and hissed!

Fluff stretched and headed in for lunch. The kids set lunch dishes out. Fluff rubbed the kids’ legs. The kids filled Fluff’s dish with milk. Fluff licked it up fast. Then Fluff rushed to the den. Fluff must get a quick nap before she messed up a yarn basket. Cat stuff was hard!

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PD13: Fluff

“What is that smell?” said Chuck. Chuck was standing in his shack. He kept stuff in this shack that could help him fix things. Chuck ran to fetch his pal, Jack. “Jack, can you smell that? What stinks in here?”

said Chuck. Jack sniffed. “That is a strong smell! I think this shack has too much junk,” said Jack. “Bring me a big sack.”

Chuck got a sack and handed it to Jack. “Thank you,” said Jack. “Let’s pick up this junk and fill this sack.” Jack started to sing. He sang as they kept bringing junk out of the shack. Jack’s song helped the men lug the junk.

It was a fun day. It was spring, but it was hot. Chuck ran to bring them a drink and a snack. “Thanks for the drink, Chuck,” said Jack. When Chuck got back, Jack spotted a box. “Look!” yelled Jack. “It is a box of thick, black sludge! This must be what is stinking up the shack!” “I will be the judge of that,” said Chuck.

Chuck went in the shack and had a big sniff. “It still stinks,” said Chuck. Just then, there was clinking and then a bang. “What was that?” said Jack as the men ran out of the shack. A skunk sprang up from a crack in the shack! “I think I know what that smell is!” said Jack with a wink. “Quick! We must patch that crack.” The men did, and that was the last of the smell.

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PD14: Chuck’s Shack

Dad and Frank went shopping for Mom. Frank wanted to get Mom a gift. “Mom likes pink, Dad. I want to get Mom a pink

gift,” said Frank. “Then I think we will shop for a pink gift,” said Dad with a wink.

The big shop had seven levels. On level one, Frank spotted a pink ring. “Mom would like that,” said Frank. Dad spotted a tag on the ring. “Mom would,” said Dad. “The problem is that it costs too much!”

On level two, Frank spotted a metal brush with a pink handle. “Why not this brush?” asked Frank. “Do you think Mom can use it?” Dad said, “No, we have several brushes that Mom can use.”

“May we stop for a drink?” asked Frank. “Good thinking,” said Dad. After a rest, they kept shopping for a pink gift. Multiple levels had stuff for kids or dads, but not for moms.

At the kids’ stuff, Frank held up a bag of marbles. “Pink marbles?” asked Frank. “Mom will not use marbles,” said Dad as he

blinked.

On level six, Frank did not spot a gift for Mom. Frank was sad. But on level seven, Frank started to grin. “Why are you grinning, Frank?” asked Dad. “I see a big pink plant,” said Frank. “It has pink petals and is in a pink pot.” “It is the best pink gift!” Dad said. “Good job, Frank!”

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PD15: A Pink Gift

Burt ran on a dirt path up a big hill. Burt spotted Pearl standing at a curb. “Help, Pearl! My dog is lost!” Burt yelled. “I must get her back.” Pearl saw that Burt felt sad. “I will help search for your dog,” said Pearl. “Thanks, Pearl!” said sad Burt.

Pearl had a quick look down the hill. Then Pearl said, “Burt, when did you first learn that your dog was missing?” “When I saw her run away!” said Burt. “Let me ask this,” Pearl said. “Were you here

when that happened?” “Yes, I sat in this park,” said sad Burt. “My

dog sat under a big birdbath. I heard her barking at birds. Then she ran at them. She will not hurt birds. She just runs at them.”

Pearl spotted a birdbath down the hill. It sat next to the dirt path. Pearl said, “Tell me a third thing, Burt. Tell me what your dog looks like.” Burt said, “Well, she has thick, black fur. Her black fur curls a bit. And she has red tags on her neck. I better search for her!”

Pearl said, “I will ask this last thing. What do you call your dog?” “I call her Curls,” said Burt with a grin. Then Pearl instructed Burt, “Call her.” “Curls!” yelled Burt. “Here, girl!” Burt heard barking and turned. Curls ran at him! Burt was thrilled. “Curls was in back of you, Burt!” said Pearl.

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PD16: Pearl Helps Burt

Mort had a farm next to a big pond. On his farm, he had lots of corn. But Mort had just one animal on his farm, his pet stork called York. Mort’s big sister said that a stork was an odd pet animal to have on a farm. That did not upset Mort.

One dark, wet day, Mort did lots of chores on his farm. He was worn out! Mort just sat on his porch. As Mort sat, a storm started. It was a big, big storm. Wind swirled around the porch. But worn-out Mort just sat.

The wind was strong! It tore Mort’s best black hat from the top of his head. Mort sprang up to grab his hat, but the storm was too strong. Where did his hat go? Mort did not know. Worn-out Mort just sat back on his porch as the storm wore on.

In a bit, Mort got up and fed York. Then Mort had dinner. After that, Mort set his dish and fork in the sink and went to bed. Mort started to snore.

In the morning, Mort went back on his porch to see if that storm had torn up any of his corn. Before Mort could step from his porch, he spotted York on the shore of the pond. But what was on York’s head?

Mort ran up the short path that led to the shore. Mort let out a snort. York wore Mort’s best black hat! York!

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PD17: Mort on HIs Porch

The Smiths are sports fans. Mom, Dad, and the kids like the Turtles best. The Smiths had Turtle hats, jackets, and shirts. Turtle hats, shirts, and jackets are purple and black. Dad had purple and black flags and mats. The kids had purple and black backpacks. Mom had a purple and black van!

On March tenth, the Smiths went shopping. Mom parked her van in a big parking lot. There were lots of stores and shops. But the Smiths turned and looked at a black and purple shop. It was the Turtles’ Sport Shop! “We could live in that shop!” yelled the Smiths.

The Smiths ran into Turtles’ Sport Shop. The Smiths planned to get more Turtle stuff. Mom spotted Turtle scarves. Mom started to look for a fresh scarf. “I have all of these,” Mom said.

Dad looked at Turtle flags. “I have all of these too,” Dad said. The kids checked racks of purple and black Turtle caps, Turtle hats, and Turtle bats. “We have these!” the kids yelled.

The Smiths checked Turtle cards, Turtle badges, Turtle forks, long Turtle horns, and short Turtle horns. They checked Turtle puzzles, marbles, clocks, blocks, and art. The Smiths had them!

At last, Dad picked up a shirt with purple and black checks. “I do not have this!” Dad yelled. Mom had a quick look at that purple and black checked shirt. “Yes you do! We have all this Turtle stuff,” Mom said. “It looks like we live in a Turtles’ Sport Shop!” The Smiths had more Turtle stuff than Turtles’ Sport Shop did!

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PD18: Turtle Shop

Jake made a fake snake. Jake made it with paper and tape. He made it red and black. He made the snake to trick Jane. “This fake snake will make Jane yell and jump,” said Jake.

Jake set the table for lunch. On Jane’s plate, Jake set the fake snake. On the fake snake, Jake set a paper napkin. The paper napkin hid the snake. Jake had to grin. He felt this would be a good trick from a brother to a sister. “Jane will sit at the table. She will take the napkin from her plate. She will see the snake! Jane will yell and jump!” Jake said.

At lunch, Jane did sit at the table. Jane did take her napkin from her plate. She did see that fake snake. Did Jane yell? Jane did not. Did Jane jump? Jane did not. Jane gave the snake to Jake. “Take this fake snake you made, big brother. It will not make me jump,” said Jane.

Jake felt a bit sad. It was not a good trick. After Jake ate lunch, he set his fake snake on his bed.

Later Mom, Dad, Jake, and Jane left to see a game at the park. They ate at the park. It was late when they came back. Jake ran up to bed. He grabbed the blanket from his bed. When Jake did, he jumped and yelled, “A snake!” Then Jake grinned. It was his fake snake. Jane had hid his snake under his blanket. That was a good trick.

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DP19: A Fake Snake

Mom and Dad gave Iris a kite. It was a fine kite. It had five red lines on it. Mom, Dad, and Iris went in the big side yard. Dad had a kite kit. It had string for the kite. Mom added a wide strip of ribbon with white and red stripes.

Dad and Iris ran with the kite, and it started to go up. “I am like a kite pilot,” said Iris as she held the line. “And a fine pilot you are,” said Dad. Just then, Iris saw a spider on the kite’s line! Yikes! Iris did not like spiders! She let the string slip. Just then, a big gust of wind hit the kite. In no time, the kite vanished.

“We will find the kite,” Dad said. “Let’s take a ride in the car.” Iris and Dad started to drive. They went a mile but did not find the kite. “I bet that kite went all the way to China,” said Iris.

When Iris and Dad got back, Mom had a wide smile. She held the kite! “A kind man in a fire truck got it out of a big pine,” said Mom. Dad got out the kite kit and fixed the string. In no time, the string started to unwind, and the kite was back up in the wind. “Look out for spiders,” said Dad. Iris did not mind Dad’s wisecrack. “I will!” smiled Iris. “I will!”

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PD20: Iris’s Kite

When Hope woke up, she spotted a note from her big sister, Opal. It said:

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Hope,

When I get home, I will have a surprise for you.

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A surprise! What could it be? Would Opal bring a bunch of roses home for Hope? Or would Opal give Hope a ring with a big, red stone?

At five, Opal came home. She had a big box and some bags. “Hello, Hope!” said Opal. “Hi, Opal,” said Hope. “I got your note!” Opal handed Hope the big box. “Hold this for a moment, Hope,” she said. Hope looked at the box. “Opal!” said Hope. “Is this my surprise?” “No, no,” said Opal. “The box you are holding has thick robes for both Gramps and Nana. Those robes will help them when it gets cold.”

Then Opal started to open the bags. “Is my surprise in one of those?” said Hope. “Nope,” said Opal. “This bag has a globe for Dad’s den. And this bag has things to fix the broken stove.” Hope held both bags in a sad pose.

“Opal, was your note just a joke?” she asked. “No,” smiled Opal. “Go poke your head in the kitchen.” Hope did. There she spotted one more box. And she saw a cold little nose sticking out of it! Hope opened the top. Inside was a kitten! That was Opal’s surprise for Hope! Hope jumped up and just about choked Opal with a big hug. “This is the best surprise ever!” she told Opal.

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PD21: A Surprise for Hope

Nick was a pupil in Miss Cube’s music class. Miss Cube gave bugle lessons. In several days, the music pupils would perform for moms and dads. Lots of bugle pupils will perform. That meant lots of moms and dads would be there! Nick did not think he could perform well before them.

Miss Cube could tell how Nick felt. “Don’t think about moms and dads, Nick. When you just think about the music, it goes well,” said Miss Cube. But Nick still felt upset. It was hard for him to perform his bugle music in class.

Miss Cube used humor to help Nick stop thinking about those moms and dads. Humor did help a bit. But Nick still could not forget about performing his music for moms and dads.

Nick started to hope that zero pupils would have to perform. He started to hope that things would stop them. “What if moms and dads buy zero tickets? Or what if a fuse goes out? Could a pupil paste my music upside-down?” Nick whispered to himself.

At last, the big day came. The moms and dads did buy tickets. A fuse did not go out. His music was not pasted upside-down. Nick had to perform. Nick held up his bugle and started. He did not think about moms and dads. He did think about his music.

As Nick performed, lots of moms and dads started tapping. When Nick finished performing, lots of moms and dads started clapping. Now Nick was not upset. Nick felt glad!

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PD22: Nick’s Bugle Music

Kids like backyards! In backyards, kids swing and slide. Kids run and hide. When it’s hot, kids run under cold water from sprinklers. But a backyard is not just for humans. It is home to many critters such as moles, bugs, rabbits, snakes, and birds. A gate cannot lock these things out.

Ants are common in most yards. Ants may not be cute, but they are strong. For their size, ants are stronger than humans. Some ants are the strongest critters in any backyard. Ants can lift big things. Well, these things are big to ants!

Yards that are close to ponds or lakes can have garter snakes. Garter snakes have long stripes. Like you, as a garter snake gets older, it gets bigger. Garter snakes cannot hurt most humans. But do not pick them up. Do garter snakes help humans? Yes, they snack on insects that harm gardens.

A skunk can be another critter in a backyard. Skunks can hide in yards, under porches, or next to sheds. Skunks hide well. They can be closer to us than many of us think! Skunks dig for grubs in grass. That makes holes in the grass.

Are garden spiders making big webs in your backyard? If not, they are in another yard not far away. Garden spiders dine on insects trapped in those webs. Many of these insects are garden pests. Garden spiders help humans. Female garden spiders are bigger than males. In fact, female garden spiders can be the biggest spiders in your yard. Garden spiders bite if you make them mad. So do not make them mad!

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PD23: Backyard Life

April came home from class sad. She got her math test back. Her test grade was not as good as she had expected.

“Hello, April,” smiled Mom. April was silent at first, a sign that she was sad. “Hi, Mom,” April whispered after a moment. “This is my math test. I got all these problems wrong, and my grade is wrecked.” “There will be many more tests,” Mom told April. “You are a good pupil. You will do better next time. You can write out the problems you missed, and I can assign you more problems. You can write problems, too.”

The next morning, Mom woke April at nine. “Wake up!” said Mom. “We are going to Wren Park. It is next to Uncle Dale’s home. It has many rides!” April jumped into the car with Mom. In no time, they spotted the sign for Wren Park.

“Let’s take a ride on that big slide,” said April. Mom and April got in line and rode the slide. Next Mom chose a ride that was like a spinning plane. Then they rode fake mules that bucked up and down. The park had games and music as well. It was well-designed.

“It was kind of you to take me to Wren Park, Mom,” said April. “I forgot about the bad grade.” “There will be another test for the next unit,” said Mom. “You have a knack for getting smarter.” “Thanks, Mom!” smiled April. “Let’s take another ride down the slide and wave to Uncle Dale!” “And this time, let’s go faster,” proposed Mom. “I will go the fastest!” April yelled.

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PD24: April’s Grade

Steve and Eva were twins. One morning, they saw a big, big box on the rug. It had holes in the sides. “What is in this box?” Eva said. “I will lift up its lid and look,” Steve said.

Steve set his hand on the box lid. When he did, the box yelled, “Do not open me!” That made the twins jump! Steve said, “Yikes!” Eva said, “A box does not yell!” “This box does,” said the box.

The twins grinned. They could tell that it was Beth in the box. She was the twins’ little sister. “What is in this box, Steve?” said Eva with a wink. “It is a secret,” yelled Beth from in the box. “But here is a hint. It has stripes.”

“A secret with stripes,” said Steve. “That is a good hint.” “Is it a zebra?” said Eva. “It is not a zebra,” said Beth in the box. “A zebra has black and white stripes. This secret’s stripes are not black and white.” “Is it a tiger?” said Steve. “Nope,” said Beth in the box. “A tiger does not have red and white stripes like me.”

Eva gave Steve a second wink. “This secret has red and white stripes, Steve,” said Eva. “I wish Beth could see it. She likes red and white stripes.” Then Beth sprang out of the box. She had on red-and-white pajamas. “Beth can see the secret,” she yelled. “Because Beth is the secret!” The twins grinned. They had a cute little sister.

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PD25: Hints

Dad and Mom often take long bike rides. At times, Dad will go with his pals. At other times, Mom will go with her pals. Both Mom and Dad go when Gramps can sit with me at home.

I often asked Dad and Mom if I could go on long rides with them. “Yes, Rose,” Dad told me. But then Mom added that I must ride my bike around the block a lot. I must get stronger for a long bike ride.

So I did ride around the block. Our block has a little hill. I rode up and down that hill many times. I rode so fast that I could taste the wind! Dad saw how much I rode. “Rose is a strong rider. Let’s take her on a long ride. She can do it.” Dad told Mom. “I hope so, but the ride is hard,” Mom said.

So one morning, Dad, Mom, and I started a long bike ride. We rode in bike lanes to Green Lake Park. That park has big hills. We rode up and down. Up was hard, but down was fast and fun! The last hill was harder than the other hills. It was the hardest for me!

When we made it to the top, Dad said, “Let’s take a quick drink.” That drink tasted good! From the top, we could see a man on a horse at Green Lake.

Later at home, I felt tired, but not too tired. Dad patted me on the back. “I think Rose is our cutest biking pal!” he said. Mom hugged me. “Yes, and our best!” she said.

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PD26: Rose Rides

Pete and Sam went on a three-day camping trip. They each had to bring things. Sam had to bring things to eat, such as meat, green beans, cheese, pea pods, and beets. Pete had to bring stuff to keep things clean.

Pete and Sam set up camp under a big tree. It was the ideal spot. They would make plans for their hike east on the next day. But first, they would make a big meal for this evening. Sam grilled the meat and green beans. Pete mixed the pea pods and beets with cheese. With their meal, they each had a big cup of peach tea. Then it was time to sleep. Sam said, “I hope this feast will not mean bad dreams.”

In the morning, Pete and Sam hiked east. They hiked up a steep, steep hill. It was Pete’s job to read the map. As Pete did, his feet slid on damp leaves. He fell! When he did, Pete let go of his map! Sam saw the wind sweep the map far away! “Please tell me we have a second map!” said Sam. Pete had a seat on the log. “We do not,” he said.

Then a storm came! Pete and Sam were wet. They did not have a map. They did not know how to find the path out of the trees. Sam started to scream, “Help! Help!”

“Sam! Wake up!” yelled Pete. “You are dreaming!” Sam woke up. He was not on a hike! He was in the tent. The hike was a dream! “That feast did mean bad dreams!” Sam said.

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PD27: A Hike East

Do you know how big the lakes next to Wisconsin are? I do. I know those lakes well. My name is Eve. I am a diver. I dive in those Midwest lakes.

The lake north of Wisconsin is very big! It has big waves that can knock ships all around. Those big waves can even sink ships! My job as a diver is to explore under those waves. At times, I even look for old shipwrecks hidden in that lake.

I go with seven divers. Together, we take a little ship far out in the lake. We use computers to look under the lake. When we think we spot a wreck, we dive down to check it out.

There can be risks in diving. If things go wrong, you cannot call for help! So when I dive, I go with a partner. Under the waves, partners swim together. I help my partner. He or she helps me!

When I dive, I have a timer on my wrist. My partner and I must not be under the waves too long.

It is fun swimming around an old wreck. I find things humans used long ago. I take some things back up to the ship. I bring up old cabinet knobs, old knives and forks, and even old brushes. One time, I pulled an old box up to the ship. The box was not wet inside. In it were old documents. The box had saved the papers!

The big lakes of the Midwest can be filled with lots of surprises. I like exploring them!

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PD28: Diving for Shipwrecks

It was a hot April day at Lake Haines. It was a good day for Dad and Jane to paint the porch. But Dad needed paint. He had to get it at Clay’s Paint Shop in Snail Bay. Snail Bay was miles away on the east side of the lake. But Dad had a sailing ship.

So Jane and Dad sailed on Lake Haines. They sailed east to get paint at Snail Bay.

At first, the day stayed perfect. Jane sat on the ship’s deck looking at the trails next to Lake Haines. Jane liked to play games with her pals on those trails.

As Dad and Jane sailed, the sun went away. The day became gray! A storm was on its way. It started to rain hard! Strong winds made big waves! The ship began to sway. Jane felt afraid.

“Grab that rail, Jane!” yelled Dad. “Wrap that braided rope around your waist.” Dad wanted Jane to remain safe as the ship swayed. While Jane held the rail, Dad used a red pail to bail rain from the ship. But the rain came fast. Jane spotted a green pail chained to the rail. She used it to help Dad bail.

At last, the rain went away. Rays from the sun came back. “That rain was a pain!” said Dad.

Jane waited as Dad checked the main sail and every detail of the ship. It had to be safe before they kept sailing to Clay’s Paint Shop in Snail Bay. “Let’s get on our way,” said Dad. “What do you say?” “I say next time we take a train,” said Jane. Dad smiled.

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PD29: Sailing in Rain

It was an early, sunny morning. Missy walked in a field. She was a writer. She liked to walk and plan her next make-believe story.

But Missy had two problems. First, she could not think of a good story to write. Second, she forgot her sunglasses. She needed to shield herself from the sun. “Next time, do not forget to carry your sunglasses,” Missy told herself.

She felt a bit silly as she heard herself speak. Yet at times, speaking to herself helped her get story ideas.

Just then, Missy heard heavy steps. She turned, but she could not quite see. She held up her hand to shield the sun. Wait! Was she looking at a floppy-headed donkey? “Why are you in this field?” Missy asked the floppy-headed donkey. The donkey trotted away. “Did I really see that?” asked Missy as she squinted into the sun.

Moments later, Missy heard scratching. She turned around. She turned to the sun a second time. Wait! Was she looking at a sleepy-headed turkey? “Why are you in this field?” Missy asked the sleepy turkey. The turkey left. “Did I really see that?” asked the squinting Missy.

Then Missy heard funny chattering. She turned and squinted in the sun a third time. Wait! Was she looking at smiley chimpanzees? “Why are you in this field?” Missy asked the smiley chimpanzees. “Chimpanzees do not live here!” In an instant, the smiley chimpanzees left. “Did I really see them?” asked Missy.

Then Missy chuckled. She was happy. She had a good idea for a story! It would have a donkey, a turkey, and chimpanzees. A good walk helped Missy think of ideas.

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PD30: Missy’s Next Story

Mom was at the store. Dad woke up late. “Yikes, it is Thursday!” he said. “That means there is only one day to clean up before Gramps is here!”

Gramps was going to live with Dad, Mom, and the kids on their farm. Dad wanted the farm to be neat and clean for Gramps. Dad got the kids out of bed. “No more time to sleep,” said Dad. “Gramps will be here! First, we need to put clean sheets on each bed!”

Then Dad gave different jobs to the three kids. “Nate, dust the green seats in the den. Gail, take the gray kitchen screens into the yard, and spray them with the hose. Jean, sweep the dirt from the stone path to the street.” The three kids did those things.

“Nate, next put those grain pails away in the barn,” said Dad. “Gail, please take this box of nails there too. Jean, please sweep the porch until it is neat and clean. A lot of grain and seed is on the porch. It is a real mess.”

“May I repeat that back, Dad? I need to know that my brain got it right,” said Gail. Dad smiled. Gail was sweet. She repeated Dad’s plan.

The kids’ jobs were finished. The farm was neat and clean. Dad and the kids relaxed. When Mom came back, she said, “Good job, but I think you forgot a detail. Gramps will not get here until next week!” Dad looked at each of the kids. Gramps would not be at the farm for seven days! “Well, at least we will have a clean farm while we wait,” said Gail. Dad smiled. Gail was sweet!

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PD31: Cleaning for Gramps

All six Smith kids did chores. Mom had a way to tell people which chore to do. Next to the phone, she had a chore chart. On it, Mom would write the name of a chore. Next to the name, she put a photo of a kid.

This morning, David saw his photo next to the chore Dust. That means he had to dust before he ran out. Some people hate dusting, but David did not mind it. The dust would build up on many shelves. He climbed up to dust in corners. He got down to dust under tables. He flicked dust from under the beds. He listened to music from his headphones while he cleaned.

When David completed the dusting, Mom held her thumb up and said, “Good job!” David grabbed his field hockey sticks. He was going to the park. “Listen, you need to be back by five,” said Mom.

As David left, he saw Mom write Knit on the chore chart. “Knit?” said David to himself. “Who besides Stephanie knows how to knit?”

At five, David came home. Now he saw a photo next to Knit. It was a photo of Stephanie, his big sister. In the photo, she had on her uniform. She was Major Stephanie Smith, a brave helicopter pilot. Stephanie had been on islands far from home. David had seen her last in the summer, and he missed her very much.

But why was her photo on the chore chart? Then he saw her! Stephanie stepped out by the chore chart and wrote Hugs. Then she put David’s photo next to it. It was a happy chore!

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PD32: Mom’s Chore Chart

Prince Lance was walking on the cinder path around his splendid garden when his cell phone rang. “Hello?” said Lance. “Hi, Lance,” said the king. The king was Lance’s dad. “I have decided to take a trip,” said the king. “I need to spice up my life a bit. But I cannot decide where to go. I will be down for lunch. Then we can speak face to face.”

Prince Lance walked around the garden fence. He met his dad in the center of a big cement porch. On a table was a fancy lunch of sliced celery, minced meat cake, and spiced rice with iced tea. Prince Lance and the king started to eat.

“How about a trip to France?” Lance asked as he glanced at his plate. “France is nice.”

The king looked out over the garden as if in a trance. “Yes,” said the king. “France is nice. But we were there twice just last summer. I do not want to go again.”

Prince Lance and his dad discussed place after place and city after city. They could not decide where to go. Then the king jumped up and placed his hands on his hips. Lanced smiled. This was Dad’s kingly stance when he made up his mind. “I have decided!” said the king. “We will not take a trip! I will bring a trip to our place!”

The next week, an entire circus was set up in the garden. “What do you think, Lance?” asked the king as he pranced onto the cement porch. “It is fantastic!” said Lance. “I just hope you got a good price!”

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PD33: A Trip?

It was time for Ginger to change. She was in a play. She was backstage with the rest of the cast. Ginger looked over her lines in the script. She did not have to go onstage until the third page. The play was about a general in charge of a large army. Ginger had the role of the general. It was the biggest part in the play.

Ginger’s teacher, Miss Sage, went onstage to tell the moms and dads about the play. “Ladies and gentlemen,” said Miss Sage. “Thank you for being here. We have a great play about the first lady to become an army general. Now, let the play begin!”

The time came for Ginger to go onstage. She was a bit afraid about performing while all the moms and dads were looking. She walked gently onto the stage. She spotted her mom and dad in their seats.

Ginger’s dad had helped her with her acting faces. Her best acting face was her rage face. Rage means “madness.” Dad pretended to be afraid when she made that face. Ginger had a danger face too. She felt strange making funny faces, but Dad explained that it was just part of acting.

When the play ended, Mom and Dad came backstage to see Ginger. “You were a gem on that stage!” said Mom. “Dad even held my hand when you made your rage face.” “I was afraid!” Dad admitted. “Maybe you will earn a great wage as an actress when you are my age.” That gave Ginger a huge smile!

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PD34: Ginger the General

Mike lived on a farm. At night, the farm was so dark. At times, Mike would wake up in the middle of the night. There was no light in the sky! It was so dark that Mike felt a bit frightened. He did not like the dark!

Mom could tell that Mike felt frightened. She told him there was not a thing to be frightened about. “I know,” said Mike. “But I wish I had a little light at night.”

Mom remembered when she was a child. She too had felt a bit frightened on really dark nights. Mom wanted to help Mike. So Mom gave him a little nightlight. Mom turned it on at night. The light was not too bright. “That light will work just right,” said Mike. And it did. Mike slept well.

That summer Mike’s family visited the big city. Mike was surprised at how bright the city was. Lights were shining all the time. Lights were on from sunset to sunrise!

The family had fun in the city. They were tired. Mike had never felt so tired! At bedtime in the hotel, Mom closed the blinds. “Good night, and sleep tight, Mike,” she said. Mike tried, but he could not sleep. He was tired but it was not a good night. The blinds did not work. Mike could still see the lights.

The next day, Mom asked Mike, “Did you sleep well?” “No, Mom,” said Mike. “It was too bright. The city is like a giant nightlight!” Mom had to smile.

The first night back home, Mike got ready for bed. Mom started to turn on his nightlight. “No, Mom,” said Mike. “I do not need that light.” Mom had to smile again. “Good night, and sleep tight,” she said to Mike. And it was a good night. Mike did sleep tight.

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PD35: Nightlights

I am a sister. I am a middle sister. I have a nice big sister and a nice little sister. I try to be nice too. But at times, it can be hard.

There is a park by our home. It has a pond. In the winter, the pond freezes. We can ice-skate. My sisters and I like ice-skating. We skate and skate under the cold winter sky. We like to skate.

We three sisters are not girls who just spin and twirl on ice. We do a bit of that. But we play hockey too. And we race fast on ice skates. When just the three of us race, my sisters like to tie. They do not like to win. They are nice.

When just the three of us race, I like to win. I do not like to tie. That is why it is hard for me to be nice like my sisters. They tie, but I try to win.

One day, five or six kids asked my sisters and me to race. Most of the kids were not girls. They smiled when they asked us. They heard that we were nice.

When the race started, a big kid quickly blasted off. He yelled as he did. Two or three more kids were fast too. I heard them yelling at us as they skated. That made me mad! Did I try to pass them? I did, but I fell. I did not hurt myself, but I was sad.

Then I looked up. I saw my big sister fly past those kids! I saw my little sister fly past them too! Those kids never saw skaters go so fast! Those kids did not win. My sisters did. They did it in a tie! I will not lie. That was nice.

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PD36: A Nice Race

Gene and his sister Cindy woke up early at the family cabin. Mom, Dad, Gramps, and Granny still slept. So did Uncle Ralph and his kids. “Let’s head to Mr. Shield’s General Store,” Cindy said quietly. “We can get our own groceries and fix breakfast for the family.”

“That will be easy,” said Gene. “The general store is just past Mr. Shield’s fence.” The kids had helped Mr. Shield mend a piece of his fence yesterday.

Gene and Cindy woke Dad to tell him their plan. At the general store, the kids went up and down the lanes. They filled a large cart with lots of groceries.

“Hi, kids,” said Mr. Shield. “Your cart is really filled! You must be done shopping.” Gene and Cindy glanced at their cart. It had cereal, gingerbread, a huge piece of ham, turkey bacon, a carton of eggs, a giant box of muffins, peaches, spicy breakfast cider, iced tea, milk, and a heavy bag of rice.

“Mr. Shield, what is the price for these groceries?” asked Gene. “I have three bucks.” “I have ninety-five cents,” added Cindy. Mr. Shield looked at the groceries. “Well, to be honest, the real price is a lot, but I own this store. Because you kids helped me mend the fence around my field, here is an easy deal,” said Mr. Shield. “You can have these groceries for three bucks and ninety-five cents. But I must have breakfast with your family!” “It’s a deal!” yelled Gene and Cindy.

Gene and Cindy quickly raced back and made breakfast for their sleepy family and Mr. Shield. At nine, the family and Mr. Shield were done eating. “Gene and Cindy,” said Uncle Ralph. “This meal is a triumph! Thanks for the feast!”

“And Mr. Shield,” added Dad. “Thanks for the great deal!”

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PD37: A Deal

Our class is taking a trip to an apple farm. Before we go, Mrs. Coats tells us how apples grow. She shows us a photo of an apple grove.

The yellow bus drives to the farm.“It’s a fine day for picking apples!” exclaims our bus driver, Mr. Clover. “This farm grows many kinds of apples,” shares Mrs. Coats. “You may pick Jonathan, Granny Smith, or Rome apples.”

Farmer Jones shows us the right way to pick apples. Then he gives us a box and a picking pole. Joan and I carry the box. Tony grabs the picking pole.

We stroll to the apple grove. We see row after row of trees. The trees have so many apples, and they glow in the sunshine! As we roam between the rows, Mrs. Coats shows us Rome trees. “You can pick from these trees.” “Joan, will you hold the box? Tony, may I try the picking pole?” I ask. I roll up my sleeves and grab the pole.

The pole is long and not very light. “Can I help you lift it?” offers Joan. “Thanks, but I can cope on my own,” I reply. I lift the pole as high as I can. Then, with a twist, I pick the apple off the tree. Plop! It drops right into the box.

Joan and Tony take turns with the pole. Before we know it, our box is loaded with apples. We carry them back to the barn. Mrs. Coats asks us to divide the apples into three piles. We divide them into Jonathan, Granny Smith, and Rome.

“I wish I could make cider!” cries Joan. “I hope I can make a pie,” adds Tony. Me? I just want to snack on a crunchy apple! “Let’s each pick an apple to try,” suggests Mrs. Coats. “But, we must clean them first,” she adds. I pick an apple from the Rome pile and clean it. Then I take a big bite. Mmmm—what a yummy snack!

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PD38: A Load of Apples

Matthew liked to play with his helicopter. “Want to play with me, Pam?” he asked. “No, it’s way too hot in the sun,” she said. Pam twisted the ice tray for more ice cubes.

“Let’s go to a museum,” said Uncle Hugo. “I don’t want to go!” cried Matthew. “Museums are boring!” “A few museums are amusing,” argued Pam. “Museums can have lots of fun things,” added Uncle Hugo. “Things like helicopters, planes—” “Planes? Really? Can we go, Uncle Hugo?” asked Matthew. “But museums are boring, right?” teased Uncle Hugo. “Well, maybe I’ll change my mind,” said Matthew.

Uncle Hugo, Pam, and Matthew drove eight miles to the museum. “It’s so huge!” cried Pam. “Yes, but it better have amusing things!” cried Matthew. “What luck! The museum has a display about things that fly,” said Uncle Hugo. “I will see planes!” cried Matthew.

“Is that music I hear?” asked Pam. “Yes,” Uncle Hugo nodded. “It’s the music of birds! Follow me.” “Look at these birds!” said Pam. “Some are huge!” “And some are sort of puny!” said Matthew.

“I like the cute yellow birds,” said Pam. “Me, too,” said Matthew. “But I like this one best.” All the birds were flying and singing. “That red bird is singing hip-hop music!” joked Uncle Hugo. “You’re the real amusement here, Uncle Hugo,” groaned Pam.

“Look at those planes! They’re all flying!” gasped Matthew. “They’re not really flying,” said Uncle Hugo. “They’re hanging from wires.” “That old one over there is huge!” cried Matthew. “Think of all the fuel it used!” added Pam.

They located a few empty seats in a row and waited for a show to begin. “This place is packed!” said Pam. “I hope we get to see some huge planes,” said Matthew. In a few seconds, the lights dimmed. Stars lit up the entire sky. The stars continued to glow brightly.

“So, what did my niece and nephew think of the museum?” asked Uncle Hugo. “I liked the music best,” said Pam. “I learned that museums are amusing,” said Matthew.

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PD39: The Museum

The band waited to march in the parade. The band members’ uniforms looked perfect. The uniform hats and coats were yellow. The hats had feathers that were a dark gray. They had a smoky hue. The pants were white with a yellow stripe.

David played a cute little bugle. Then he looked at himself in a shiny store window. He looked perfect in his uniform, but David had a secret. He did not feel so perfect. In this humid summer weather, his uniform felt quite hot. He felt rivers of sweat going down his body.

David looked at his fellow band members. Were they hot too? Just then, the drum major said, “It’s time, band! Let’s line up.”

The drum major was the band’s marching leader. He would march and strut ahead of the band. He had a huge feather on his uniform hat. He chose the music that the band would play. The band members looked to the drum major to cue the music.

“Do not start until I signal go,” said the drum major. Then he looked at David and his fellow band members. “I know it is hot in these uniforms today. But when the music starts, we will forget about the heat. We will make people happy as we march. Then they will forget about the heat too. We will feel good about that.” David hoped what the drum major told them was right.

Then the drum major gave the signal. The band began to march. In a few moments, David held his bugle up and began to play. Music filled the street. People began to clap. David looked ahead, but he still saw the adults and children on the sides of the road. They had happy faces!

As David marched, he forgot about the humid summer heat. The drum major was quite right. David did feel good about helping people feel happy today. But David could tell you one more thing. He would feel even better when he got out of his hot uniform!

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PD40: A Hot Band

It was quite a day for Scooter the cat. He got loose in the yard and chased a goose around the pool. But the goose got away. Scooter was quick, but geese can fly. Even a fool knows that cats cannot fly. The goose landed on the roof. “It is too bad I cannot fly,” said Scooter to himself. “That would be so cool!”

Scooter the cat felt in the mood to play. That is when he spotted two boots by the porch. He liked to sneak up on boots. He hid behind a bamboo plant before jumping out and landing on a boot. He bit the lace of the boot. But his tooth got stuck. Scooter yanked and tugged, but he could not get the bootlace from his tooth.

Just then, the same goose that Scooter had chased around the pool came down from the roof and landed on the porch. “I see you have a boot stuck to your tooth,” said the goose with a giggle.

Scooter was not in the mood to be teased by a goose. He could tell his own drool had begun to ooze down the lace of the boot. He felt a bit foolish.

“Let me help you get loose,” said the goose. He got close to Scooter, put the lace in his beak, and gave a pull. Scooter was loose from the boot! “Thanks,” said Scooter. “Glad to help,” said the goose. “In return, do you mind if I take a swim in the pool?” Scooter said that he did not mind. “It will be noon soon anyway,” said Scooter. “I need some food.”

Scooter went to his dish. It was filled with scoops of tasty food. He ate his food and licked the smooth dish clean. Scooter then groomed his fur, and then he looked at the goose relaxing in the pool. It made Scooter sleepy. His lids began to droop. “Have fun in the pool,” Scooter told the goose. “I am going to my room for a snooze.” Yes, it was quite a day for Scooter.

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PD41: Scooter and the Goose

Some time ago, Rudy the Robin had plain feathers. It was Sue the Fox who gave the robin new red plumes. Many people do not know the true story. Here is how it happened.

It was June, and the animals were playful. Bruce the Raccoon was the most playful. He was rude and liked to tease Sue. Bruce was never sorry when he tricked Sue.

Sue was playing a tune on her flute. Bruce challenged Sue to a race. Bruce knew that Sue could run faster, so he started first.

The race was just something to get Sue to the river. Bruce ran up a dune on the river’s bank. He peered into the water. Soon, Sue came to the water. She saw Bruce’s face in the blue water. Thinking Bruce was in the river, Sue jumped in. She swam, trying to get to Bruce. She had no clue he was playing a trick.

At last, Sue dragged herself to the bank and fell asleep. Then Bruce played his rudest trick. He gently packed thick mud on Sue’s face.

When Sue woke up, she could not see! The mud was glued to her face. Sue yelled for help, but the animals were afraid of foxes. Rudy the Robin was afraid too, but he felt sorry for Sue. “I am just a plain bird,” Rudy said as he flew to Sue. “I will help you if you will not hurt me.”

Rudy pecked and chewed the mud from her face. Sue was truly grateful. “Kind robin, you helped me. Now it is my duty to help you!” Sue said.

Sue knew a place where the tulips grew and the water ran red. Sue led Rudy to the spot. Sue picked a tulip and dipped it in the water. Sue used the tulip to paint Rudy’s chest feathers red. “These new red plumes will stand out,” she said, “and I will know not to harm you.”

To this day, all robins have a red chest. When you see those bright red plumes, remember something about being brave and kind.

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PD42: A Robin’s Red Plumes

Ever since she was a little girl, Ruby had wanted to be in a band. She started banjo lessons when she was five. Now Ruby was ready to start her own band. Her pal, Joan, played the flute. And Joan’s pal, Matthew, played the tuba.

“Hello, Matthew,” Ruby said on the phone. “It is time to start our band. Tell Joan!” “Do we have a name for this band yet?” asked Matthew. “Not yet,” replied Ruby. “How about this name?” said Matthew. “Matthew and the Cute Girls.” Ruby felt that this was a truly horrible name, but she did not want to hurt Matthew’s feelings. “I think we could make a rule. We will not include kids’ names in the band name,” said Ruby. “But we can discuss that later.”

Ruby ran to find Mom in the garden. She was pruning shrubs. “Mom, is it okay if my music pals come over?” asked Ruby. “That is fine,” said Mom smiling. “Just remember your duty as a host. Rule one is to keep this place clean. Rule two is to keep it even cleaner! These rules have value.”

Then Ruby told Mom, “We are going to start our band.” “Does this band have a name?” Mom asked. “Not yet,” said Ruby. “Maybe you could name it something cool, like Music Volts or Rescue Notes.” “Those are interesting, Mom. In truth, I will have to share these with everyone,” said Ruby.

Matthew and Joan arrived. “I have a great name for us,” said Joan. “Coastal Tune Troopers.” Ruby did not like this name at all. And she did not want to argue. The truth was that she wanted to name the band The Ruby Slippers. But because she had made the rule about not including first names, she was out of luck.

Just then, Mom called. “Lunch is ready! I made tuna fish. And I have bowls and spoons for yogurt.” That gave Ruby an idea. “I’ve got it!” yelled Ruby. “Let’s call the band Tune-a-Fish!” Everyone felt that was a great band name. Now they could play some new tunes!

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PD43: Ruby’s Band

It was a warm summer night. Brooke was in bed reading a good book. She started to doze, so she flipped off the light.

Now Brooke could not sleep! She could not believe that three fire trucks were parked under her room. She could not believe she was a firefighter!

Suddenly, a bell started to ring and ring. It was the fire alarm! There must be a fire out in the city! Brooke did not have time to think. She slid from her bed right into her boots. They sat at the foot of her bed. Brooke stood up. She rushed to the fire pole and slid down it.

This was Brooke’s first real time fighting a fire. She was a rookie firefighter. She felt a little afraid. Would she do well? But she knew this was not the time to ask herself that. It was the time to act. Brooke grabbed her coat from the hook and ran to the truck. “Go fast, Brooke,” yelled one of the firefighters. “Hoof it!” That meant she should run faster. Brooke did.

She jumped on the truck, and it zoomed off. The truck raced to a burning home. Brooke could smell wood burning. She jumped from the truck and looked at the home as it burned. “Grab that hose, Brooke,” a man yelled to her. Brooke took the heavy hose and ran to the burning wooden home. She could feel the fire’s heat. She flipped down her safety hood. Suddenly rushing water shook the hose, but Brooke held on.

It was not a big fire. That was good! The firefighters put it out quickly. The home had been empty, so no one was hurt.

When the fire truck got back, Brooke had to wash soot from her face. She was tired and glad that her first firefighting job was finished. An older firefighter came over to Brooke. He shook her hand. “Good job tonight, Brooke!” he said. “Thanks!” Brooke smiled. Brooke felt good about her job. She was glad to be a firefighter!

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PD44: The Rookie Firefighter

The entire town was at the big game. The star of the home team was Max Brown. Max hit home runs for the Council Town Scouts. Max Brown stood in the outfield. The sound of the crowd yelling for him was so loud that Max took a bow.

Back in the dugout sat little Sammy Powder. He was on the Scouts too, but he was never allowed to play. That did not matter to Sammy. He was just proud to be a Scout! He sat, yelled for his team, and handed out towels.

Right now it was the bottom of the last inning. The Scouts were down by one run. The first batter for the Scouts hit one on the ground. He was out. But the next Scout got a good hit. Now Max Brown was up to bat! A home run would win this game!

Max rubbed the round tip of his bat for good luck and stepped up to the plate. Max allowed the first pitch to whiz by him. Strike one! Max allowed the next pitch to whiz by him too. Strike two!

The crowd did not frown, however. They knew they could count on Max Brown. The next pitch came. Max took a great big swing! But Max missed! Max Brown had struck out!

There were two outs. As the next batter came to the plate, he tripped and fell down. “Ouch!” cried the player. He had hurt his foot, so he had to be taken out of the game. Sammy Powder was the only player left. He had to hit. The crowd began to pout.

“Sammy has no power!” Sammy heard a man shout. But Sammy just found a bat and bounced up to the plate. He looked at the pitcher on the mound. The pitcher wound up and threw. Sammy pounced on the first pitch.

POW! Sammy hit a towering home run! He felt like he was floating on a cloud as he ran around the bases. The happy sound of the crowd was loud, loud, loud! The Council Town Scouts were crowned the champs, thanks to little Sammy Powder.

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PD45: Max Brown Strikes Out

“Hello, kids, and thanks for tuning in. In the past, the crew of Animal Expert has traveled around the globe. You have seen how animals adapt to their surroundings. This week’s episode is beyond the globe. That’s right! Our search for interesting animals will take us to outer space! Can you picture how animals in outer space adapt to their surroundings? Let’s go find out!”

“Our first stop in outer space is to a place named Dot. Let’s see how many animals we can spot on Dot! Howard, look around. Tell us what you see.” “Brooke, this is a dotted wool cow. I had seen them in pictures and books, but this is the first one I’ve seen in the wild. Is the microphone picking up that loud growl? That sound is what allowed me to find it. See how well it blends?”

“Here we are at a place named Round. Wow! All I see are round things! I don’t see many animals around, however. What about you, Howard?” “Well, Brooke, you must look closely. You see, most of the animals here are round! Look, I see a round sow. See her big round snout?”

“Now we are visiting another far-out place. Here on Stripe, the animals have stripes, as you might think by now.” “That’s right, Brooke. Take a look in this stream. It’s full of striped trout.”

“Now here is a place that I’ve been hoping to visit. This is Three. Let me tell you kids, there are triangles in every nook!” “Yes there are, Brooke. Look closely at the mounds of sand behind us. Those mounds are full of space hounds. They are sleeping now, but when the sun rises, look out!”

“Here we are at our last stop, a place named Brown. We’re deep in the Brown Woods. It’s full of brown trees and brown flowers. Howard, what animals are in the Brown Woods?” “Well, it looks like a brown owl is hooked on that tree over there.”

“Okay, kids, that wraps up our trip to outer space. We hope you liked traveling around with us.”

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PD46: Animal Expert in Outer Space

Long ago, a bootmaker and his daughter lived in a small city. The bootmaker was called Walt. His daughter was Audrey. Walt also had a pet mouse named Oliver.

One day at dawn, Walt took all his boots to the city in his cart. Walt brought Oliver too. Walt passed the stall of a rich merchant. “Halt!” cried the merchant. “How much for all that you have?” “Ten gold pieces,” Walt said. The merchant paid Walt ten gold pieces. Then the merchant got into the cart and told Walt to get out. “Why should I get out of my cart?” asked Walt. “You agreed to sell all,” said the tricky merchant. “That includes the cart and horse. I bought it all. It’s mine. Go talk to the judge!”

Walt sought the judge and told his story. “You ought to be clearer,” said the judge. “I cannot help you.” Walt walked slowly home and told Audrey all about it. He even lost his pet mouse! “Don’t cry,” said Audrey. “I have a thought. Make more boots!”

A week later, Audrey, hauled the new boots to town in a small wheelbarrow. The rich merchant saw Audrey and ran from his stall. “How much for all you have?” he asked. “How much will you offer?” Audrey countered. The merchant paused; then he began to draw three gold pieces from his pocket. “You offer all that’s in your hand?” Audrey asked. “Yes,” agreed the merchant. The merchant gave Audrey the gold. “And your three gold rings,” Audrey said. “What?” bawled the merchant. “You offered me all that was in your hand,” said Audrey. “Take off those rings, or I’ll call the judge!” “Let the judge rule!” said the merchant.

“You ought to be clearer,” said the judge. “Give her those rings.” The merchant was caught in his own trap. He handed Audrey the rings. She kept two and held up the smallest. “Will you trade this for Walt’s things?” Audrey asked. “You’re Walt’s daughter!” gasped the merchant. They traded and Audrey went home.

“I got all your things back, including Oliver,” Audrey told Walt. “And I taught that naughty merchant a lesson!

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PD47: The Bootmaker’s Daughter

In the east, there is a deep, salty sea. All kinds of fish live there, including koi. Mighty dragons live in the deepest part. They have amazing powers. For example, they can cause waves with the swish of their tails.

All koi know of the Dragon Gate. It is the entrance to the dragons’ home. If a koi enters the Dragon Gate, it will turn into a dragon. But only the bravest koi try to enter because the Dragon Gate is always blocked by dragons.

One day, a small koi told his mom, “I have made a choice. I will enter the gate and become a dragon!” “I don’t want to spoil your dream, but you’re just a small koi,” she said. The little koi said, “All dragons started as small koi. I know I can join them.”

At dawn the small koi set out on his quest. He had to travel around patches of boiling water. The little koi was scared, but he kept going. At last, he saw the Dragon Gate. The small koi paused. He was in awe of the royal dragon at the gate. “I can do it,” he thought.

He swam over. “Halt!” said the golden dragon in a loud voice. “I will soon be a dragon, too!” called the koi. “That’s big talk for a little koi!” the dragon called back. “You ought to go home.” Over and over, the small koi tried to get in. But the dragon always blocked him.

The little koi was annoyed, but he remained loyal to his quest and would not give up. At last, he stopped and thought. “I thought dragons could fly,” called the koi. “But I don’t think you can.” “I can fly,” called the dragon. “Just look!” The dragon coiled his tail and launched himself into the air. He made a circle and fell back down. Pleased, he did it again. Meanwhile, the small koi avoided the dragon and entered the Dragon Gate. He became a mighty dragon. The new dragon swished his tail with joy.

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PD48: The Koi at the Dragon Gate

Joyce looked at Gramps one fall afternoon. They sat out on the porch and talked. “When I was just a boy,” Gramps began, “I walked a mile across our lawn every morning to a pump, and I would carry back a pail of water. That meant I had to walk back across the lawn again.”

“I am glad we get water from the faucet now,” Joyce joked. “Me too, Joyce,” said Gramps. “It makes cooking and cleaning much simpler.” Then Joyce said, “True or false?” Gramps laughed. Both he and Joyce knew that Gramps liked to invent tall tales about his life. He always liked it when Joyce asked him, “True or false?”

Gramps grinned and said, “Mostly true!” Joyce enjoyed her time with Gramps. He had taught her all sorts of things, like how to toss a ball and how to use chalk to draw on the sidewalk. Once, he taught her how to tie a hook to a fishing line. But what she enjoyed most were his good stories.

Once, Gramps said, “Did I ever tell you the story about my granddad the king? He would have been your great-great-granddad.” He took a drink from his mug. “You mean we are a royal family?” asked Joyce as she shook her head in disbelief. “That is right,” said Gramps. “He was a great and strong man. But he had one flaw.” “What was that, Gramps?” asked Joyce. Gramps paused. “You will think it is silly,” he finally said. “But he liked to play with wooden toys. Even as an adult, he played with toys.”

Joyce laughed. “I also thought it was funny,” smiled Gramps. “In the end, it cost him his land. People did not want a king who thought it was fun to play with toys. So they all became disloyal. Granddad knew it would be a lost cause, and he was not too proud, so he never fought to remain in power.”

“Wow!” said Joyce. “To think, I could have been a princess!” Then she frowned. Gramps smiled, “Yes!” Then Joyce asked, “True or false?” “False,” said Gramps with a laugh. “But you will always be a princess to me, Sweetie!”

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PD49: A Talk with Gramps

Nancy had taught herself how to play sports. She was a star on her basketball team. Plus she was on the tennis team and the track team. And if that was not enough, she was also a star pupil in class!

One spring day, Nancy heard that the town baseball team was looking for players. So far there were only boys on the team. But Nancy thought she was good enough to play. She decided to try out.

With her dad, Nancy ran to the store and bought a new mitt. They also bought a baseball bat, because she thought she might need one that was the right size.

Nancy rode her bike to the field. Some of the players were hitting ground balls. She looked on as an older boy taught a new player how to bunt. Nancy walked over to the coach. She cleared her throat so he would hear her.

“Hi, Coach,” she said. “I am here to try out for the team.” “Great,” said Coach with a smile. “I have seen you play basketball. I cannot wait to see what you can do here today!”

Coach called the players. “Line up. Let’s get started.” Nancy got in line with the boys. She heard one boy laugh. “What are you doing here?” asked that boy. “You are a girl!” Coach heard that. “Girls or boys can try out,” he yelled. “The best players will make it no matter what!” Nancy thought that was the best way.

Then Coach said, “Grab your mitts. We will start with a fielding drill. When we have fielded enough, we will hit. Let’s go!” Nancy ran out with the boys. She caught ball after ball. She thought she did well.

When it was time to hit, Nancy brought out the bat she bought. She hit every pitch hard. She even hit one ball right past the legs of the boy who had laughed at her!

When the tryouts ended, the team came over and gave her pats on the back. “Nice job,” the boys said. It was time for Coach to read the list of new players. Nancy held her breath and waited. “Nancy Fernandez,” Coach said first. Yes! Nancy made the team!

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PD50: Nancy’s Tryout

A heavy wind rustled in the trees as Garth the Gnome climbed the steps to his castle. It was autumn on Garth’s island. Garth really liked autumn. The island was full of falling brown and red leaves.

Just as Garth was about to enter the great gate of his castle, he had a gnawing feeling of fright. Was there another sound besides trees rustling? He listened closely. Then he heard it! It was a whistle. But Garth the Gnome lived alone on this island! Who could possibly be whistling? It was not often that he had visitors.

Garth walked away from the castle in search of the whistle. Standing near the lighthouse that stood on the edge of the island, Garth saw a man. Though he may have been small, Garth the Gnome was brave. He walked quickly to meet the strange man.

“Hello, sir,” said the man. “My name is Jasper. I am a knight from a distant land, and the wind has taken my ship astray. I have fastened it to a rock on your shore. Would you be so kind as to allow me shelter for the night within your grand castle?”

Garth took a moment before giving an answer. He glanced at the sword that hung by Jasper’s side. He saw that it held the markings of a noble land that Garth had visited in the past. “It would be my honor to have you as my visitor,” said Garth. “Please climb the steps with me. There is little doubt that you must be hungry.” “Yes,” replied Jasper the Knight. “I have had only crumbs for days.”

Garth the Gnome and Jasper the Knight ate a grand feast that night. Jasper shared stories of his travels. As Garth bid goodnight to Jasper, he could tell the winds had begun to soften. That was a good sign. Jasper would be able to sail in the morning.

The sun rose. Garth gave Jasper food and supplies for his ship. After a light breakfast of plums from the island, Jasper thanked Garth the Gnome and set off. Garth was alone on his island once again. He began to climb the steps to his castle. This time the only sound he heard was the gentle rustle of the trees. Garth really did enjoy autumn.

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PD51: Island of the Gnome

It was a great day for the owner of the new diner in town. His name was Christopher Jones, and he was the best cook in three counties. When the news spread that he was the owner of this new diner, there was a line down the street. People had no doubts about tasting food made by the one and only Christopher Jones.

Christopher got to the diner early and set up his kitchen. He thought about everything he would need to prepare. He spread out his cooking tools. He took out what he would need from the cupboards and coolers. He made the dough for some biscuits for breakfast. He sliced up some chicken strips, and he diced up some veggies. When he had prepared enough food, he scrubbed his hands clean. He rested a moment. He listened to the hum of the refrigerator. Then he heard the bustle of customers and servers.

“Chris, the diner is open!” yelled a server. “It’s time to cook!” Christopher sprung up from his seat. He checked his grill. Just then he heard a bell behind him. It meant an order needed to be filled. Christopher grabbed the scrap of paper that was in the window. He read the order: scrambled eggs, hash browns, and a biscuit.

And so Christopher Jones, the best cook in the state, set to work. He started by putting a sheet of biscuits in the oven. Then he shredded a potato for the hash browns and put them in a frying pan. Next he split three eggs and let them drip into a skillet. The eggs sizzled as Christopher began to scramble them. When the eggs were ready, he spread them out on a plate. He grabbed the hash browns and dumped them on the plate. He sprinkled some pepper and herbs over the plate. Then he set a freshly baked biscuit on the plate.

He brought the plate to the same window with the other orders, and he rang a bell to let the servers know it was ready. Christopher cooked meal after meal. It was tough work, but he had more and more fun as the hours passed.

At ten o’clock, Christopher finished cleaning everything up and closed down for the night. It really was a great day for Christopher Jones. He was very happy he bought the diner.

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PD52: Christopher’s Diner

Owen was excited. Each summer, his family traveled to Uncle Scoop’s town for the big music festival. It was held in an open meadow that overlooked the woods. Lots of cool bands played there. Over the first few days, the family heard bands with saxophones, baritone horns, and wooden drums. But it was the last day’s show that had Owen really excited.

When he woke up, Owen jumped up and ran to wake Mom and Dad. “It’s so early, Owen,” said Dad. “I know!” said Owen. “But we need to go soon! We need tickets. We need to beat the crowds.” “Do I have time for a shower?” asked Dad with a grin. Then Dad slowly looked around. “But I cannot shower until I find my yellow towel.”

Owen knew Dad was teasing. Owen went back to his room. He looked out the window. It had rained last night, so it was muddy. Owen looked at his boots. He had blue boots and brown boots. Which boots should he choose? He was in no mood to think about it. He quickly slipped on his brown boots.

Uncle Scoop cooked a great breakfast. Everyone ate the good, hot food.

As soon as the family finished eating, Owen asked, “Now can we head down to the music festival?” The family looked at each other with smiles. “Relax,” said Dad. “We will see the band.”

Later, Uncle Scoop parked the car at the music fest. The family heard the sounds of good, old music. A small band stood in the parking lot, playing an old tune. Then Owen saw a big sign at the gate that read, “Sold Out.” Sold out? Owen frowned. But Uncle Scoop held up a few tickets. “Read what these say,” said Uncle Scoop.

Owen looked closely. “First row! We will be just a foot from the stage!” Owen bellowed. He threw his arms around his uncle. “And I thought we were going to miss the show!” said Owen. “I would not let you down,” said Uncle Scoop. Dad grinned and said, “That means things are cool, except for one thing.”

“What is that?” asked Uncle Scoop with a wink. “Owen has on one brown boot and one blue boot,” said Dad.

Owen looked down. Dad was not joking! How did he leave the house without knowing?

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PD53: The Music Fest

Miss Fawn taught classes at the park center. She taught art to kids who wanted to know how to draw. Jewel was in Miss Fawn’s class. Jewel had drawn a picture of a single yellow flower. In the picture, the yellow flower was growing on a small mound of brown dirt. Miss Fawn thought Jewel’s drawing was great.

“What a cool drawing, Jewel,” said Miss Fawn. “If it is okay with you, I thought I would hang your picture on the wall. It will show the class how well you are doing.”

Jewel thought for a moment. “Thanks, Miss Fawn! But will you allow me to give you an idea?” asked Jewel. “Will you show Ben’s drawing too? He drew a great picture of a rainbow over snow. People ought to see it.”

“What a nice thought,” said Miss Fawn. She sought out Ben’s desk and saw his drawing. Her jaw dropped. It was fantastic!

“That is a perfect rainbow,” said Miss Fawn. “And I like the way the shower of snowflakes shows the different hues of the rainbow. How did you come up with that, Ben?”

“My dad drives a snowplow,” said Ben. “He lets me ride with him at times. Once, out the window, I saw a rainbow. As the snow was falling down and swirling around, I did not see white flakes. Each flake was a different hue!”

“Well, Ben, you have caught that memory well in your drawing,” said Miss Fawn. “I would like to hang your drawing on the wall.”

On the last day of class, Jewel asked Miss Fawn if she ever drew pictures of her own.

“Why don’t you draw a picture of us?” asked Ben. “Then you will have a drawing to remember us.”

Miss Fawn liked that plan. She brought out her drawing chalk. The class crowded along the wall. It did not take her long to draw her picture. When she was finished, she put it up for the class to see. Everyone thought it was the best drawing ever!

“I am a grown-up,” said Miss Fawn. “And I have known how to draw for a long time. When each of you grows up, you may all draw as well as me, if not better.”

Now all the kids thought Miss Fawn was the best teacher ever.

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PD54: A Drawing on the Wall