Max冬冬

"It's almost Valentine's Day," said Mrs. Connor.
"Today we will make cards."
All the children at Robin Hill School loved Valentines's Day.
All the children except Neil.
"Valentines are frilly! Valentines are pink!" he said.
"I get too many valentines. I do not want any more."
"Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Connor.
"Yes, I am sure," said Neil.
"Very, very sure."
And that was that.
On Valentine's Day, Katie gave Emma a frilly valentine.
James gave Hannah a pink valentine.
But nobody gave a valentine to Neil.
Mrs. Connor asked him, "Is it all right that you did not get any valentines?"
"Yes," said Neil. "It is great."
But inside, Neil did not feel great at all.
On the playground all the children looked at their valentines.
Neil looked at the swings.
In the halls all the children read their valentines.
Neil read a book.
On the school bus all the children talked about their valentines.
Neil talked about his soccer team.
But nobody listened.
When Neil got home his sister said, "Neil, this card came for you."
Neil opened the envelope.
Inside was a valentine.
It was not frilly.
It was not pink.
Every first grader in Neil's class signed the card.
The next day Mrs. Connor asked, "Did you get too many valentines, Neil?"
"No," said Neil.
"I did not get too many valentines. I got just one valentine. And I feel great."
This time, he did.

Dany went to camp for the summer. He took along his friend the dinosaur.
"Camp is fun. You will enjoy it," said Danny.
"Thanks. I needed a vacation," said the dinosaur.
"Welcome," said the camp owner. "You&`&re the first dinosaur we ever had here."
Lana the leader said, "Let&`&s start with a race. On your mark, get set, go!"
The dinosaur took a step. "You win!" shouted Danny.
The children played football.
The dinosaur ran with the ball, and nobody could stop him.
"Touchdown!" shouted Danny.
Lana took everybody to the lake.
"Here is where we row our boats," she said.
The children rowed little boats.
Danny rowed the donosaur.
It was time for lunch.
"Please pass the ketchup," said Danny.
"Of course, just as soon as I finish this bottle," said the dinosaur.
After lunch everybody wrote letters home.
"Please send me my own ketchup," Danny wrote.
"Send me a pizza," wrote the dinosaur.
"Now let&`&s go on a hike," said Lana, and everybody followed her.
Then Danny got tired and climbed on the dinosaur.
"Wait for us! We&`&re tired, too!" shouted the chcildren.
"Hold tight," said the dinosaur.
The dinosaur even carried Lana.
"Thanks, but I don&`&t have room for more," said Danny.
"I have room," said the dinosaur.
It was time for bed.
"I can&`&t wait to get under the covers," said Danny.
"Me too," said the dinosaur.
But the dinosaur&`&s bunk was too small for him.
He took a pillow and went outside.
"Wake me up for breakfast," said the dinosaur, and he fell asleep on the ground.
"Good night," Danny said.

There once was a dog named Hally, who lived with the Tosis family.
Hally Tosis was a very good dog, but she had a big problem.
Hally Tosis had horrible breath.
Whenever Hally Tosis opened her mouth, horrible things happened.
But the real trouble started one day when Grandma Tosis stopped by for a cup of tea...
... Hally jumped up to say hello.
Mr. and Mrs. Tosis were not amused.
"Something has to be done about that smelly dog," they said.
The next dog, Mr. and Mrs. Tosis decided to find a new home for Hally.
The children knew that the only way they could save their dog was to get rid of her bad breath.
So they took Hally Tosis to the top of a mountain tha thad a breathtaking view.
They hoped that the breathtaking view would take Hally&`&s breath away...
but it didn&`&t.
Next, the children took Hally Tosis to a very exciting movie.
They hoped that all the excitement would leave Hally breathless...
...but it didn&`&t.
Finally the children took Hally Tosis to a carnival.
They hoped that Hally would lose her breath on the speedy roller coaster...
...but that idea stunk, too!
The plans to change Hally&`&s bad breath had failed.
Now only a miracle could save Hally Tosis.
Sadly, the three friends said good-night, unaware that a miracle was just on the horizon.
Later that night, when everyone was sound asleep, two sneaky burglars crept into the Tosis house.
The two burglars were tiptoeing through the dark quiet rooms when suddenly they came upon Harry Tosis.
"Yikes," whispered one burglar, "it&`&s a big, mean, scary dog!"
"Aw, don&`&t be silly," whispered the other burglar. "That&`&s only a cute, little, fuzzy puppy!"
The two burglars giggled at the sight of such a friendly little dog.
"That dog couldn&`&t hurt a fly," whispered one burglar.
"Come here, poochie poochie!" whispered the other.
So Hally Tosis came over and gave the burglars a nice big kiss.
The next morning, the Tosis family awoke to find two burglars passed out cold on their living room floor.
It was a miracle!
The Tosis family got a big reward for turning in the crooks, and soon Harry Tosis was the most famous crime-fighting dog in the country.
In the end, Mr. and Mrs. Tosis changed their minds about finding a new home for Hally.
They decided to keep their wonderful watchdog aftre all.
Because life without Harry Tosis just wouldn't make any scents!

There was an old lady who swallowed a chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who swallowed some straw.
The chick looked in awe as she swallowed the staw.
She swallowed the straw to cover the chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who swallowd an egg.
She didn't beg to swallow that egg.
She swallowed the egg to jazz up the straw.
She swallowed the straw to cover the chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who swallowed some candy.
She knew the candy would come in handy.
She swallowed the candy to sweeten the egg.
She swallowed the egg to jazz up the straw.
She swallowed the straw to cover the chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who swallowed a basket.
A tisket, a tasket, a brightly colored basket.
She swallowed the basket to carry the candy.
She swallowed the candy to sweeten the egg.
She swallowed the egg to jazz up the straw.
She swallowed the straw to cover the chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who swallowed a bow.
Oh, what a show, when she swallowed that bow.
She swallowed the bow to tie on the basket.
She swallowed the basket to carry the candy.
She swallowed the candy to sweeten the egg.
She swallowed the egg to jazz up the straw.
She swallowed the straw to cover the chick.
I don't know why she swallowed that chick,
but she didn't get sick.
There was an old lady who started to hop.
She jumped up and down and just wouldn't stop.
As she skipped down the trail on a day that was sunny,
guess who she met--
the Easter Bunny!
Happy Easter!

I will go into the zoo.
I want to see it. Yes, I do.
I would like to live this way.
This is where I want to stay.
Will you keep me in the zoo?
I want to stay in here with you.
We do not want you in the zoo.
Out you go! Out! Out with you.
Why did they put me out this way?
I should be in. I want to stay.
Why should they put you in the zoo?
What good are you? What can you do?
What good am I? What can I do?
Now here is one thing I can do.
Look! Now all his spots are blue!
And now his spots are orange! Say!
He looks very good that way.
Now look at this! What do you see?
Green spots! As green as green can be!
Violet spots! Say! You are good!
Do more! Do more! We wish you would.
I can do more. Look! This is new.
Blue, orange, green, and violet, too.
Oh! They would put me in the zoo,
if they could see what I can do.
I can put my spots up on this ball.
And I can put them on a wall.
I can put them on a cat
And I can put them on a hat.
I can put them on the zoo!
And I can put my spots on you!
Look at this, now! One! Two! Three!
I can put them on a tree.
And now when I say "one, two, three"
All my spots are back on me!
Look, now! Here is one thing more.
I take my spots. I make them four.
Oh, they would put me in the zoo,
if they could see what I can do.
I take my spots, I take them all,
And I can make them very small.
And now, you see, I take them all
and I can make them very tall.
And when I want to have more fun,
I take my spots and make them one.
Yes, they should put me in the zoo.
The things my spots and I can do!
See! I can put them in a box.
I take them out. They look like socks.
And I can put them way up high.
Up, up they go! I make them fly.
I put them high up in the air.
My spots fly here. My spots fly there.
I call them back, now, One! Two! Three!
Now all my spots are back with me.
Tell me, tell me, now, you two.
Do you like the things I do?
Tell me, tell me, now, you two.
Will they put me in the zoo?
We like all the things you do.
We like your spots, we like you, too.
With all the things that you can do,
the circus is the place for you!
Yes! This is where I want to be.
The circus is the place for me.

Chapter 7 Bonbons and Footballs

The next day, Miss Daisy brought in a box with ribbons on it and told us she had a surprise.
“What’s in the box?” we pleaded.
“It’s a secret.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”
“Well, okay,” she said, opening the box. “It’s bonbons!”
Miss Daisy said she thought we might be able to use them for arithmetic problems so we could learn together. She put the bonbons on the table in the front of the room. There must have been twenty or thirty of them. “Can somebody think up an arithmetic problem using bonbons?” she asked. “Andrea?”
“If you had three bonbons in a box,” said Andrea as she put three bonbons into her pencil box, “and you had three boxes just like that, how many bonbons would you have all together?”
Miss Daisy looked at Andrea’s pencil box for a long time, counting in her head and on her fingers. Any dummy would know that three boxes with three bonbons in each box would equal nine bonbons. Three times three is nine. But Miss Daisy didn’t seem to know that. Finally she just opened up Andrea’s pencil box and popped the three bonbons into her mouth.
“Who cares how many bonbons I would have?” she asked. “As long as I get to eat some of them!”
Miss Daisy really needs a lot of help with arithmetic.
After she had eaten her bonbons, Miss Daisy passed out bonbons for all of us and we had a bonbon party. Then she said that was enough arithmetic for the day and asked what we wanted to talk about for the rest of our math time. “Football!” I shouted.
Miss Daisy didn’t like that I talked without raising my hand first. Personally, I don’t see what raising my hand has to do with talking. I don’t talk with my hands.
But she did let me talk, and I told her that football is just about my favoritest thing in the world and I know all about it. My dad takes me to every game of the Chargers, a professional football team.
“Maybe you can help me,” Miss Daisy said. “I always wondered how long is a football field?”
“A hundred yards,” I told her. “Anybody knows that.”
“Wow! That’s a big field. With a field that big, how can you and your father see what’s going on?”
“My dad always tries to get us seats near the fifty-yard line,” I said. “They’re the best tickets.”
“Why?” Miss Daisy asked.
“Because the fifty-yard line is right in the middle of the field.”
“Does that mean that half of a hundred yards would be fifty yards?” she asked.
“Yup.”
“I see,” Miss Daisy said. “So if you know there are a hundred yards on a football field, do you know how many pennies there are in a dollar? Andrea?”
“A hundred!” hollered Andrea Young. “Just like a football field!”
“Really?” said Miss Daisy. “So if half the football field is fifty yards, how many pennies are in half a dollar?”
“Fifty!” Michael Robinson shouted. “Because fifty is half of a hundred and fifty plus fifty makes a hundred!”
“And half of fifty must be twenty-five because two quarters is fifty cents!” added Emily.
“And four quarters makes a dollar!” Ryan exclaimed.
“And four quarters makes a football game, too!” Miss Daisy shouted, jumping up and down with excitement.
“Wait a minute,” I said. “I thought you told us we were finished with arithmetic.”
“This wasn’t arithmetic,” she told us. “It was football.”
“Well, okay,” I said. “Just as long as you weren’t trying to sneak arithmetic into our conversation about football.”
“Would I do that?” Miss Daisy asked, and then she winked at me.
Sometimes it’s hard to tell if Miss Daisy is serious or not.

Bless this milk and bless this bread.
Bless this soft and waiting bed.
Where I presently shall be
Wrapped in sweet security.
Through the darkness, through the night
Let no danger come to fright
My sleep till morning once again
Beckons at the window pane.
Bless the toys whose shapes I know,
The shoes that take me to and fro
Up and down and everywhere.
Bless my little painted chair.
Bless the lamplight, bless the fire,
Bless the hands that never tire
In their loving care of me.
Bless my friends and family.
Bless my Father and my Mother
And keep us close to one another.
Bless other children, far and near,
And keep them safe and free from fear.
So let me sleep and let me wake
In peace and health, for Jesus' sake.
Amen.

John Patrick Norman McHennessy set off along the road to learn.
On the way a crocodile came out of a drain and got hold of his satchel.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy pulled and pulled but the crocodile would not let go.
He threw a glove into the air and the crocodile snapped at the glove and let go of the satchel.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn but the crocodile had made him late.
"John Patrick Norman McHennessy, you are late and where is your other glove?"
"I'm late, Sir, because on the way a crocodile came out of a drain and got hold of my satchel, and would only let go when I threw my glove, which he ate."
"There are no crocodiles living in the drains around here.You are to stay in late and write out 300 times,'I must not tell lies about crocodiles and I must not lose my glove.'"
So John Patrick Norman McHennessy stayed in late and wrote 300 times, "I must not tell lies about crocodiles and I must not lose my glove."
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn.
But on the way a lion came out of the bushes and tore his trousers.
He managed to climb up a tree. He stayed up the tree until the lion lost interest in him and went away.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn but he was late because of the lion.
"You are late again, John Patrick Norman McHennessy, and you have torn your trousers. "
"I'm late, Sir, because on my way here a lion jumped out of the bushes and tore my trousers and I had to climb a tree and wait until the lion went away."
"There are no such things as lions in the bushes around here.You are to stand in the corner and say out loud 400 times, 'I must not tell lies about lions and I must not tear my trousers.'''
John Patrick Norman McHennessy stood in the corner and said out loud 400 times, "I must not tell lies about lions and I must not tear my trousers."
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried off along the road to learn.
But on the way, as he was crossing the bridge over the river, a huge tidal wave swept him off his feet.
He managed to cling on to the rail until the wave had passed and the water had gone down.
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn but he was late because of the tidal wave.
"You are late again,John Patrick Norman McHennessy, and your clothes are wet. "
"I'm late, Sir, because on my way here, as I was crossing the bridge, a tidal wave swept me off my feet and made me wet and I had to cling on to the rail until the water went down."
"There are no such things as tidal waves in the rivers around here that swept people off the bridges. You will be locked in until you have written down 500 times,'I must not tell lies about tidal waves in the water and I must not get my clothes wet.' And if you keep telling these lies and being late I may have to hit you with my stick."
So John Patrick Norman McHennessy was locked in until had had written 500 times, "I must not tell lies about tidal waves in the water and I must not get my clothes wet."
John Patrick Norman McHennessy hurried along the road to learn.
On the way nothing happened and he was able to be on time.
" John Patrick Norman McHennessy, I am being held up in the roof by a great big hairy gorrila. You are to get me down at once."
"There are no such things as great big hairy gorrilas in the roofs around here, Sir."
And so John Patrick Norman McHennessy set off along the road to learn.

This is a story about Elfie -- the best dog in the whole world.
We grew up together, but Elfie grew much faster than I did.
I loved resting my head on her warm coat.
Then we would dream together.
My brother and sister loved Elfie very much, but she was my dog.
Every day, Elfie and I played together.
Elfie loved to chase squirrels and to dig in my mother&`&s flower garden.
Sometimes my folks would get very angry with Elfie when she would get into mischeif.
But they still loved her, even when they scolded her.
The trouble was, no one told her except me.
The years passed quickly, and while I was growing taller and taller,
Elfie was growing rounder and rounder.
The older Elfie got, the more she slept, and the less she liked to walk.
I was getting worried!
We took Elfie to the vet, but there wasn&`&t much he could do.
"Elfie is just growing old," he said.
It soon became too difficult for Elfie to climb the stairs.
But she had to sleep in my room.
I gave Elfie a soft pillow to sleep on, and before we went to sleep,
I would say to her, "I&`&ll always love you."
I knew she understood.
One morning I woke up and discovered that Elfie had died during the night.
We buried Elfie together.
We all cried and hugged each other.
My brother and sister loved Elfie a lot, but they never told her so.
I was very sad, too, but it helped to remember that I had told her every night,
"I&`&ll always love you."
A neighbor offered me a puppy.
I knew Elfie wouldn&`&t have minded, but I said no.
I gave him Elfie&`&s basket instead.
He needed it more than I did.
Someday I&`&ll have another dog, or a kitten or a goldfish.
But whatever it is, I&`&ll tell it every night: "I&`&ll always love you."

In the cold gray tomb
There was a gravestone
And a black lagoon
And a picture of--
Martians taking over the moon
And there were three little mummies rubbing their tummies
And two hairy claws
And a set of jaws
And a loud screechy bat
And a black hat
And a skull and a shoe and a pot full of goo
And a hairy old werewolf who was hollering "Boo"
Goodnight tomb
Goodnight goon
Goodnight Martians taking over the moon
Goodnight bones
And the black lagoon
Goodnight mummies
Goodnight tummies
Goodnight claws
And goodnight jaws
Goodnight moans
Goodnight groans
Goodnight screechy bat
And goodnight hat
Goodnight skull
And goodnight shoe
Goodnight creature
Goodnight goo
And goodnight to the old werewolf hollering Boo"
Goodnight you
Get under there
Goodnight monsters everywhere