Anna packed her pajamas and slippers. Her toothbrush was in her backpack, too. And her favorite book.
Standing by the back door, Anna called out to her father, “I’m going on vacation now.”
The first time Anna went on vacation, she was four years old. Back then, she and her father took an airplane to visit her grandmother in Vermont.
Now Anna was five. On this trip, Anna didn’t need to go on an airplane. And this trip was the first time Anna was going all by herself.
“I sure am going to miss you, Anna-Panda,” said her father. He gave her a big, big bear hug.
Anna hugged him back.
“Looks like you’re all set,” said her father. “Do you have everything you need?”
Anna gasped. “I forgot something.”
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Anna Goes on Vacation
Anna packed her pajamas and slippers. Her toothbrush was in her backpack, too. And her favorite book.
Mortimer the Miserable
Mortimer the Magic Hat could make almost anything appear.
Shelby The Shy
My name is Shelby, and I’m shy.
A Castle Around The Corner
Every day, my dad, my sister Jocelyn, and I walk our dog, Strawberry.
Wandering Willie
After he ate his breakfast of hay and oats, Willie the donkey had nothing to do. He galloped across his small pasture and rolled in the dirt. “Ah-choo!” The dirt made Willie sneeze. So he looked around for something better to do.
Journey
Cardboard boxes, tape and string— stick them all together and you have a new thing:
Where's The Rain?
“I’m hot,” said a bee, buzzing slowly by a tree.
The Watermelon Seed
Once there was a watermelon seed. It was smooth and black and shiny. It lay under the moist, soft brown earth.
Sounds Of Spring
All over the world, birds announce the spring with their own unique sounds. In the Eastern European country of Ukraine, the stork and the cuckoo have especially strange ways to welcome spring.
Two for One
Petey, my next-door neighbor, called to me from his front porch. I sat on the steps next to him and watched him play his new guitar.
