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It was Grandma's birthday.

Max made her an earthworm birthday cake.

"No, Max," said Max's sister, Ruby, "We are going to make Grandma an angel surprise cake with raspberry-fluff icing.

Max wanted to help.

"Don't touch anything, Max," said Ruby.

But it was too late.

Ruby sent Max to the store with a list that said: EGGS.

Max wanted Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters for his earthworm cake.

So he wrote "Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters" on the list.

The grocer could not read Max's writing.

"Eggs!" said the grocer, and he gave Max eggs.

Max brought the eggs home to Ruby.

"Don't bump the table, Max!" said Ruby.

But it was too late.

Ruby sent Max back to the store with a list that said: MILK.

This time Max wrote "Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters" in a different way.

Max hoped and hoped for his Squirters,

but the grocer still couldn't read Max's writing.

"Milk!" said the grocer, and he gave Max milk.

Max brought the milk home to Ruby.

"There's a yellow line on the floor, Max," said Ruby.

"You can't step over the line."

But Max crossed the line anyway.

Over went the flour.

Ruby got out her pencil: FLOUR.

This time Max wrote "Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters" in the most beautiful writing he knew.

Max could almost taste the Marshmallow Squirters.

"Flour," said the grocer, and he gave Max flour.

When Max got home, there was a sign on the kitchen door.

"Max, the kitchen is no place for you," said Ruby.

Ruby finished up her cake.

She baked it, and cooled it and iced it with raspberry-fluff frosting.

"It needs spmething else, Max," said Ruby.

"Birthday candles, silver stars, sugar hearts, buttercream roses," wrote Ruby.

Meanwhile Max had a brand-new idea.

He drew a picture of Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters on Ruby's list and ran to the grocer.

He could not wait.

"Birthday candles, silver stars, sugar hearts, buttercream roses!" said the grocer. "What's this? Why, it must be Red-Hot Marshmallow Squirters!"

Ruby's cake looked just beautiful.

Max went out and put caterpillar icing on his earthworm cake.

Grandma was so thrilled, she didn't know which cake to eat first.

This story is about a very, very boastful kangaroo. "I can jump so, so high!" he bragged. "No one can jump higher than I can!"

Just then a little kangaroo jumped up. "Let's have a jumping contest, " she said. "Can you jump higher than these kangaroos can?"

"Oh yes," said the very, very boastful kangaroo. "I can jump much, much higher than any kangaroo! I'll win the contest because I'm the best!"

The first kangaroo jumped high. The very, very boastful kangaroo jumped even higher.

"See?" bragged the very, very boastful kangaroo. "I can jump higher. I'm the best!"

The next kangaroo jumped very high. Even so, the very, very boastful kangaroo jumped much higher.

"See?" bragged the very, very boastful kangaroo. "I win! I win the jumping contest."

"Not yet!" yelled a teeny, tiny kangaroo. "Can you jump higher than that tall tree?"

"That tree is much, much too tall!" said the very, very boastful kangaroo. "Even I can't jump higher than that tree!"

"If I jump higher than that tree, do I win the contest?" asked the teeny, tiny kangaroo.

The very, very boastful kangaroo giggled. "Yes, but you're not going to do it."

The teeny, tiny kangaroo jumped a teeny, tiny jump. Then he shouted, "I win! I win the contest... BECAUSE TREES CAN'T JUMP!"

All the kangaroos giggled and giggled--even the very, very boastful kangaroo!

David's teacher always said...

NO, DAVID!

No yelling!

No pushing!

No running in the halls.

David! You're tardy!

Sit down, David!

Don't chew gum in class!

David, raise your hand!

Keep your hands to yourself!

PAY ATTENTION!

Wait your turn, David!

I don't care who started it!

David! Recess is over!

Shhhhhh!

Again?!

That's it, Mister! You're staying after school!

David, have you finished?

GOOD JOB, DAVID!

Yes, David...

You can go home now.

When the lights go down

On the city street,

Where does the white cat go, honey?

Where does the white cat go?

When evening settles

On the jungle heat,

Where does the monkey go, honey?

Where does the monkey go?

They are on their way.

They are on their way home.

When shadows fall

Across the dune,

Where does the camel go, honey?

Where does the camel go?

When the junkyard is lit

By the light of the moon,

Where does the stray dog go, honey?

Where does the stray dog go?

They are on their way.

They are on their way home.

When the sun sinks far

Behind the seas,

Where does the seagull go, honey?

Where does the seagull go?

When night in the forest

Disguises the trees,

Where does the brown bear go, honey?

Where does the brown bear go?

They are on their way.

They are on their way home.

The stars are bright and a warm wind blows

Through the window tonight, honey,

Through the window tonight...

And everyone is home.

Only you can show me I can do anything I try!

I'm the apple of your eye.

Only you.

Only you...don't mind what I do.

Over goes your coffee cup,

but you laugh and pick it up.

Only you.

Only you... can make my dreams come true.

Dreams lie sleeping in my heart,

waiting for my world to start.

Only you.

Only you... can turn my gray sky blue.

Without you near,

I feel so very small.

How I wait to hear your footsteps in the hall.

The only place I want to be is in your lap or on your knee.

Only you.

Only me.

When we grow up we are going to have very good manners.

I'll be so polite.

I'll always say "please."

And "thank you."

When I answer the telephone, I'll say:

"Hello. Who's calling please?"

And if I make a call, I'll say:

"Hello. May I please speak to Emily?"

We'll remember to wipe our feet.

We won't barge in.

We'll remember to knock.

I'll wait patiently in line.

I won't lose my temper.

I'll take turns.

I'll offer my seat.

I'll hold the door open.

When we grow up, we're going to have very good table manners.

I'll put a napkin in my lap. And I'll use it!

I'll cut with my knife and eat with my fork.

I'll try liver.

I'll say "please."

I'll say "excuse me."

I'll wait until everyone is served.

And I won't run off before everyone is finished.

When we grow up, our parents will be proud of our good manners.

When we grow up, we won't scream. Or yell. Or shout.

We won't interrupt.

When we get presents, we'll remmember to say "thank you for thinking of me."

If we don't like a present, we won't say anything mean out loud.

Someday we'll be grown-up.

Someday we'll have manners.

But for now, we're just kids.

Bill's mom bought him some new pants.

The pants were very big and baggy.

They had lots of pockets.

Bill's mom sent him to the store.

"I can put the groceries in my pockets," said Bill.

"I'd like some potatoes, please," said Bill to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper helped Bill fill his pockets with his potatoes.

"I can't walk!" said Bill.

"My pants are much too heavy."

Bill took all the potatoes out of his pockets.

Suddenly, the wind began to blow up Bill's pants.

They got bigger and bigger and bigger.

"Oh no!" shouted Bill. "I'm floating away!"

Bill floated high up into the sky.

He floated over the town and waved to his mom in the yard.

Bill's mom didn't see him.

"Look at me, Mom!" shouted Bill.

Suddenly, a bird pecked Bill's pants.

They went sssssssssss!

Bill's pants got smaller and smaller.

"Look out! I'm coming down," he shouted.

Bill landed next to his mom in the yard.

"You got home quickly!" she said.

Robby had never seen snow. Then, one cold day, it came.

Robby made a snowman as fat as a barrel.

Then he stuck a pot on his head.

"He's funny," said Mr. Jones, who lived next door.

"Can you make one for me, too?"

"And me, " said Mrs. Cook.

"And us," said Miss. Ling and Mr. Perry.

"OK," said Robby.

"I'll make snowmen for all of you."

"One like yours, please," said Mr. Jones.

"As fat as a barrel!"

The snowman was a very funny shape.

But Mr. Jones was pleased.

"A tall thin one, please," said Miss Ling.

The snowman was so tall and thin, it couldn't stand up. But Miss Ling was pleased.

"I'd like a snow-woman, please," said Mrs. Cook.

The hat was much too big for the snow-woman. But Mrs. Cook was pleased.

Robby came to the last house.

"A teeny-weeny snowman, please," said Mr. Perry.

"They're the best."

So, Robby made a snowman the size of a snowball.

"Why is he the best?"asked Robby.

Mr. Perry took the teeny-weeny snowman and put him in the freezer with the frozen peas.

"He's the best snowman because he won't melt," said Mr. Perry.

And he didn't.

Worms like dirt. Not Willy.

"Dirt, dirt, dirt. I hate dirt!" Willy said.

His friends didn't understand.

What was wrong with him?

Other worms took mud baths.

Not Willy. He took a clean shower.

Other worms dug their own tunnels.

Not Willy. He paid friends to dig for him.

Other worms crawled through tunnels.

Not Willy. He drove his shiny red car.

Other worms dressed up in dirt.

Not Willy. He dressed up in clothes.

On Willy's way home from school one day, it started raining.

"Oh, no! I'm going to ruin my new scarf!" Willy yelled.

The other worms played in the fresh mud.

Not Willy. He tried to wiggle away.

Willy could see his car.

He was almost to safety.

Suddenly, Willy slipped.

He fell right into a pile of mud.

Willy started screaming and crying. The other worms crawled over to help him.

When they saw Willy, they started to laugh.

Willy was covered in mud.

Willy started to laugh, too.

He actually liked how the mud felt. It was cold and soft.

"Maybe dirt isn't so bad," Willy said.

"We told you," said his friends as they jumped into the mud.