Cookies and Crutches (Pee Wee Scouts, Book 1)
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Molly Duff watches the clock on the classroom wall--tick, tick, tick. Nearly three o'clock. Time for Pee Wee Scouts! Troop 23 runs out of the classroom and down the stairs--clop, clop, clop.
Tuesday is their meeting day. Molly can't wait. Today Mrs. Peters, their troop leader, will show them how to bake cookies to earn a cookie badage. And next week is the big Skating Party!
But Molly has never baked or skated before. A cookie badge or a skating badge. Will Molly earn a badge at all?
Age Level: 6 and up | Grade Level: 1 and up
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with his mom,” she said. Roger was poking Sonny, and saying, “Sissy! Bringing your mom to a fathers’ skating party!” Roger was bent over now, laughing. “My mom can skate,” said Sonny. “She can probably skate better than your dad.” “Ha!” said Roger. “We’ll see about that.” * * * Roger began to worry about whether his dad could skate. He wondered if he could skate himself. He hadn’t been skating for over a year. He was in kindergarten the last time he was on the ice. Everyone piled into
spell. She could spell pig without thinking at all. Spelling was easy. “Mary Beth, spell home,” said Mrs. Lane. Mary Beth Kelly was passing a note to Sonny Betz. Mrs. Lane watched for people who passed notes. Mary Beth turned red. She was not good at spelling. “Spell home,” Mrs. Lane said again. “Home-comb,” said Molly to herself. “Let’s go to Scouts!” Mrs. Lane looked as if she wanted to leave too. She spelled home for Mary Beth. “Keep your eyes on your spelling, Mary Beth,”
she cried. Everyone ran to help. They carried Molly to the bench. Mrs. Peters showed them how to make a stretcher with a coat, and they took her to the car. Molly’s father began to take her skates off. Molly cried in pain. “Let’s wait,” said Mrs. Peters, who always took charge. “It is best not to disturb a patient.” Molly could not believe what was happening to her. Her father’s car was taking her to the hospital! Was her ankle really broken? She should not have lied about her skate
waiting room all the Scouts gathered around Molly. “Wow!” said Roger. “Real crutches!” “My brother had crutches once,” said Mary Beth. Rachel was standing in back by the door. No one was fussing over her shiny skates now. No one was noticing her blue pompoms. Rachel had never sprained her ankle. She had never had crutches. “Does it hurt?” asked Sonny. “Put ice on it,” said his mother. “We must get Molly home and into a warm bed,” said Mrs. Peters. Everyone followed Molly out. She