Max冬冬

If you take a picture for a dinosaur, he's going to ask for a photo frame.

Then you'll have to look for some wood.

When he sees the wood, he'll probably ask you to build him a tree house.

When you climb up the tree, he'll see the apples on the tree.

Then he'll probably ask you to make him some apple pies.

When you give him the apple pies, he'll ask for his favorite strawberry jam to go with them.

When he finishes the apple pies, he'll probably get all sticky.

So he'll want to take a bath.

When he's finished, he'll want to put on his favorite dinosaur pajamas.

And then he'll want to look in the mirror.

And when he looks in the mirror, he'll ask you to take a picture for him.

And chances are, if you take a picture for him, he'll ask for a photo frame.

It was Penguin's first day at school.

"You'll like it here," said his mother. "They've got a slide."

And off she went.

There was no one on the slide, so Penguin climbed up and slid all the way down.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again. Soon, there was a line behind Penguin.

My turn," said Rat.

"No, it isn't," said Penguin, and he pushed in front of Rat.

"My turn," said Rabbit.

"No, it's not. It's my turn," said Penguin.

And he pushed in front again.

"Teacher! Tea...cher! Penguin won't take turns," shouted Weasel.

The teacher was busy.

"Sort it out yourselves," she said.

WHOOOOSH went Penguin.

"It's not fair!" said Warthog. "You've had 86 turns!"

"I was here first," said Penguin.

And he had his eighty-seventh turn.

"It's rude to push," said Parrot.

Penguin paid no attention.

"I've had enough of this, " said Prairie Dog.

"I haven't," said Penguin.

And would you believe he did it again?

"What are we going to do?" sighed Elephant.

"I know..." said Crocodile.

And he lay at the bottom of the slide with his mouth wide open.

The teacher finished what she was doing.

"Where's Penguin?" she asked.

"Teacher! Tea...cher! I know where he is. He's inside Crocodile," said Weasel.

"Take that Penguin out of your mouth at once!" said the teacher. "Now, whose turn is it on the slide?"

"Crocodile's ," said Penguin.

This is a story about my little sister and me.

Usually we got along well together.

But...sometimes my little sister was a real pest.

Particularly when I had to baby-sit.

But she was a good listener when I told bedtime stories.

Sometimes I hated having to share things with her all the time.

But she was a great pirate!

One day my little sister did a terrible thing.

She thought that my pet turtle needed more exercise.

So she decided to set it free in the pond!

When I saw what she had done, I was madder than I'd ever been before.

I could have killed her right there and then.

But my parents didn't like the idea and seperated us quickly.

My sister said that she was sorry.

But I felt that was not enough! I was very angry.

She even offered to buy me a new turtle with her pocket money.

But I didn't want a new one. I wanted MY turtle back!

My parents didn't say much. They seemed to be on her side.

I went to my room and slammed the door as loudly as I could.

I thought of many ways to punish my little sister.

I tried to get some sleep. But it didn't work.

I began to feel sick. I was convinced I even had a temperature!

I was too upset to get out of bed.

Meanwhile, my sister was singing and dancing in the garden.

She seemed to be having the best time of her life.

I was the one who was upset and my little sister didn't seem to care at all.

My turtle was gone! How could she forget all about it so easily.

I was mad, mad, MAD!

I punched my pillows a few times as hard as I could, let go of an awful scream...and felt a lot better.

Finally I knew what to do.

I got up and put on my shoes.

Then I went outside to where my sister was feeding the dog.

I said to her, "I'll help you with that," and she smiled.

"By the way," I said after a little while, "the thing with the turtle is OK. I'm not angry anymore."

"Does that mean we're friends again?" asked my sister.

"Yes, " I said. "We're friends again."

I was surprised how easy it was to say that.

Then I asked her, "Do you want to come to the pet shop with me?"

"To buy a new turtle?"

"No," I said and smiled.

"We are going to buy a couple of hamsters," I said. "One for you and one for me. We can keep them in the old aquarium."

My sister took my hand and off we went.

Once there was a boy who found a penguin at his door.

The boy didn't know where it had come from, but it began to follow hime everywhere.

The penguin looked sad and the boy thought it must be lost.

So the boy decided to help the penguin find its way home.

He checked in the Lost and Found Office.

But no one was missing a penguin.

He asked some birds if they knew where the penguin came from.

But they ignored him. Some birds are like that.

The boy asked his duck. But the duck floated away. He didn't know either.

That night the boy didn't sleep for disappointment.

He wanted to help the penguin but he wasn't sure how.

The next morning he discovered that penguins come from the South Pole.

But how could he get there?

He ran down to the harbor and asked a big ship to take him to the South Pole.

But his voice was much too small to be heard over the ship's horn.

Together, the boy decided, he and the penguin would row to the South Pole.

So the boy took his rowboat out and tested for size and strength.

He told stories to the penguin to help pass the time.

Then they packed everything they would need... and pushed the rowboat out to sea.

They rowed south for many days... and many nights.

There were lots of time for stories, and the penguin listened to every one so the boy would always tell another.

They floated through good weather and bad, when the waves were as big as mountains, until, finally, they came to the South Pole.

The boy was delighted, but the penguin said nothing.

Suddenly it looked sad again as the boy helped it out of the boat.

Then the boy said goodbye,... and floated away.

When he looked back, the penguin was still there. But it looked sadder than ever.

It felt strange for the boy to be on his own.

There was no point telling stories now, because there was no one to listen except the wind and the waves.

Instead he just thought.

And the more he thought, the more he realized he had made a big mistake.

The penguin hadn't been lost. It had just been lonely.

Quickly he turned the boat around and rowed back to the South Pole as fast as he could.

At last he reached the Pole again.... But where was the penguin?

The boy searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found.

Sadly, the boy set off for home.

But then the boy saw something in the water ahead of him.

Closer and closer he got until he could see...

...the penguin!

So the boy and his friend went home together, talking of wonderful things all the way.

It was almost bedtime.

Max, Big Blue and Little Pink were eating green jelly.

Through the kitchen window they could see millions of twinkly stars.

"Let's go outside and wish on a star!" said Max.

Max lay down on the grass and gazed up into the night sky.

Soon Little Pink joined him.

"Come outside, Big Blue!" they called.

But Big Blue didn't want to go out into the dark.

"The sky is so pretty," said Little Pink. "Come on, Big Blue!"

Finally Big Blue crept outside.

Max, Big Blue and Little Pink held hands and sang:

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky."

"Make a wish!" whispered Max.

"I wish I could have more jelly," laughed Little Pink.

"I wish I wasn't scared of the dark," sighed Big Blue.

Suddenly a voice called from the trees. "Whoo! Whoo!"

Big Blue jumped. "I want to go back inside," she said.

"It was only an owl, Big Blue," said Max.

"Don't be such a scaredy-cat!" said Little Pink.

"I'm a scaredy-elephant," said Big Blue. "And I can't help being scared of the dark."

The next morning, Max tried to make Big Blue feel better.

"There are lots of nice things in the dark…like stars…like owls," said Max, "So you don't need to feel scared."

"Big Blue is a scaredy-cat," Little Pink chanted. "I mean, Big Blue is a scaredy-elephant!"

Big Blue felt upset and went outside.

"Aren't you scared of anything, Little Pink?" asked Max.

"I'm not scared of the dark!" said Little Pink.

"But you are scared of swinging high on the swings,' said Max,"Big Blue never makes fun of you."

Little Pink felt sorry that he had hurt Big Blue's feelings.

Max had an idea for making Big Blue feel better. He went to the closet under the stairs and took out his special box of things. Then he went upstairs.

A little while later Max came down, and the three friends went for a walk.

"I'm sorry I made fun of you, Big Blue," said Little Pink.

When it was almost bedtime, Max said, "I've got a surprise for both of you. Come upstairs."

In the bedroom there were all kinds of stars hanging from the ceiling.

Big ones, small ones, gold ones, silver ones, and even ones with long sparkling tails.

"Now if you want to look at the stars," said Max, "You don't have to worry about being scared of the dark."

Then they all lay on Big Blue's bed and gazed at the ceiling until they fell asleep.

It's okay to be missing a tooth, or two, or three.

It's okay to need some help.

It's okay to have a different nose.

It's okay to have a different color.

It's okay to have no hair.

It's okay to have BIG ears.

It's okay to have wheels.

It's okay to be small, medium, large, extra large.

It's okay to wear glasses.

It's okay to talk about your feelings.

It's okay to eat macaroni and cheese in the bathtub.

It's okay to say NO to bad things.

It's okay to come from a different place.

It's okay to be embarrassed.

It's okay to come in last.

It's okay to dance by yourself.

It's okay to have a pet worm.

It's okay to be proud of yourself.

It's okay to have different Moms.

It's okay to have different Dads.

It's okay to be adopted.

It's okay to have an invisible friend.

It's okay to do something nice for someone.

It's okay to lose your mittens.

It's okay to get mad.

It's okay to do something nice for yourself.

It's okay to help a squirrel collect nuts.

It's okay to have different kinds of friends.

It's okay to make a wish.

It's okay to be different.

You are special and important just because of being who you are.

When Joseph was a baby, his grandfather made him a wonderful blanket...

...to keep him warm and cozy and chase away bad dreams.

But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful blanket grew older too.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, look at your blanket. It's frazzled, it's worn, it's unsightly, it's torn. It is time to throw it out."

"Grandpa can fix it," Joseph said.

Joseph's grandfather took the blanket and turned it round and round.

"Hmm," he said as his scissors went snip, snip, snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, "There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful jacket. "

Joseph put on the wonderful jacket and went outside to play.

But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful jacket grew older too.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, look at your jacket. It's shrunken and small, doesn't fit you at all. It is time to throw it out!"

"Grandpa can fix it," Joseph said.

Joseph's grandfather took the jacket and turned it round and round.

"Hmm," he said as his scissors went snip, snip, snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, "There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful vest."

Joseph wore the wonderful vest to school the very next day.

But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful vest grew older too.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, look at your vest! It's spotted with glue and there's

paint on it too. It is time to throw it out!"

"Grandpa can fix it," Joseph said.

Joseph's grandfather took the vest and turned it round and round. "Hmm," he said as his scissors went snip, snip, snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, "There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful tie. "

Joseph wore the wonderful tie to his grandparents' house every Friday.

But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful tie grew older too.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, look at your tie! This bug stain of soup makes the end of it droop. It is time to throw it out!"

"Grandpa can fix it," Joseph said.

Joseph's grandfather took the tie and turned it round and round.

"Hmm," he said as his scissors went snip, snip, snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, "There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful handkerchief."

Joseph used the wonderful handkerchief to keep his pebble collection safe.

But as Joseph grew older, the wonderful handkerchief grew older too.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, look at your handkerchief! It's been used till it's

tattered, it's splotched and it's splattered. It is time to THROW IT OUT!"

"Grandpa can fix it," Joseph said.

Joseph's grandfather took the handkerchief and turned it round and round.

"Hmm," he said as his scissors went snip, snip, snip and his needle flew in and out and in and out, "There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful button."

Joseph wore the wonderful button on his suspenders to hold his pants up.

One day his mother said to him, "Joseph, where is your button?"

Joseph looked. It was gone!

He searched everywhere but he could not find it. Joseph ran down to his grandfather's house.

"My button! My wonderful button is lost!"

His mother ran after him. "Joseph! Listen to me."

"The button is gone, finished, kaput. Even your grandfather can't make something from nothing."

Joseph's grandfather shook his head sadly. "I'm afraid that your mother is right," he said.

The next day Joseph went to school.

"Hmm," he said, as his pen went scritch scratch, scritch scratch, over the paper.

"There's just enough material here to make...

...a wonderful story. ”

One day the hare was sitting under a tree.

A tortoise walked slowly past.

The hare laughed at him, "Why are you so slow?"

The tortoise was angry.

"Shall we have a race?" he asked.

The hare laughed louder.

"Okay, let's have a race a week from today. Thw winner will get as much vegetable as he likes."

The tortoise started to train for the race.He was sure he could win.

"Why are you training?" asked the hare. "It will not help you! I am much too fast for you. I will win the race."

Soon it was time for the race.

The animals came to watch.

When the race began, the hare ran quickly ahead.

The tortoise was a long way behind the hare.

"There is no need to hurry," the hare thought. "I shall stop to rest and wait for the tortoise."

The tortoise plodded along on the hot dusty road.

The hare jumped out at him. "You did not wait for me!" he laughed loudly.

The tortoise podded on.

"It is too hot to run," the hare said to himself. "I will take a nap, and catch up later."

Soon, he was fast aslep.

The hare had a dream. He dreamt he had won the race. Then he heard cheers.

The hare woke up. He saw the tortoise far ahead, near the finish line.

The hare jumped up. He ran as fast as he could. But it was too late!

The tortoise came in first. All the animals cheered loudly.

Poor hare! He had lost the race.

The tortoise had won.

The hare had to give him plenty of lettuce.

The tortoise and all his friends laughed at the hare.

The hare had learned his lesson.

I am a big boy. I know how to use the potty.

I have underpants with skateboards on them.

My little sister is still a baby. She wears diapers.

I like to play with my sister.

But sometimes she smells funny and Mom has to change her diapers.

One day Mom said, "It's time for Little Sister to use a potty."

I thought that was a good idea.

We went to the store to get a potty chair for my sister.

Mom picked out a pink one.

When we got home, my little sister wanted to carry the new potty inside by herself.

But she wouldn't sit on it. She cried instead. Mom said, "She's scared." I knew that.

So I sat on the potty first.

Then my sister wasn't scared anymore.

I got her a book to read. Then she didn't want to get off the potty at all.

Mom took the potty downstairs so my little sister could sit on it while she watched TV.

That was weird.

My sister sat on her potty while she ate dinner.

Later she sat her doll on the potty.

She tried to sit my monkey on it, but I wouldn't let her.

That night my little sister slept with the potty beside her bed.

In th morning, Mom sat my little sister on the potty without her diaper.

My sister read her book. Then she used the potty.

Mom hugged her while she was still sitting on the potty, but I didn't.

Then Mom put new underpants on my little sister.

"You look so cute," Mom said.

I didn't think she looked any cuter than me.

We played in the sandbox.

I noticed that some of the sand was wet, so I called Mom.

While Mom was doing laundry, my little sister said, "Potty."

Mom asked me to take her.

My sister missed the potty and got the floor wet. We called Mom.

The next time my little sister went to the potty, she did it just right.

We were proud of her.

Now that my little sister can use the potty, Mom and Dad say she is a big girl.

But I think she still acts like a baby.

Sometimes.

There was a boy named Jack.

He lived with his parents on a farm.

They had a golden harp and a magic hen that laid golden eggs.

One day, a giant came by.

He stole the magic hen and the golden harp.

Jack's parents became very poor.

They had no money to buy food.

They had to sell their cow.

On his way to the market Jack met a stranger.

"Will you sell your cow," he asked, "for three magic beans?"

Jack agreed. He took the magic beans and went home.

Jack's mother was angry. She threw the beans out of the house.

Next morning Jack woke up. The magic beans had grown into a giant beanstalk!

Jack climbed up the beanstalk.

At the top, he saw a strange land.

He came to a huge castle. A lady giant opened the door.

The lady giant gave Jack some food to eat.

Suddenly Jack heard loud footsteps.

"Hide yourself," said the lady. "It's my husband. He likes to eat children."

Jack quickly hid under the table.

It was the giant!

He had the magic hen and the harp.

The giant had his lunch. Then he fell asleep.

Jack grabbed the hen. He jumped out of the window and ran home.

"Our magic hen is back!" his mother cried.

Jack went back again for the harp.

But the giant woke up! Jack had to run very fast.

The giant took his heavy club. He ran after Jack.

Jack climbed down the beanstalk. The giant followed.

Jack got down quickly. He took an axe.

He chopped down the beanstalk.

The giant tumbled down. He was dead!

"Well done, Jack," his mother cried.