Ribsy (Henry Huggins)
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Newbery Medal-winning author Beverly Cleary gives Henry's dog, Ribsy, the center stage in this dog's-eye view of the adventure of a lifetime.
Good ol' Ribsy's ever-curious mind has always gotten him into scrapes, but this time he may have gone too far. After a comical turn of events, Ribsy finds himself in the wrong station wagon with the wrong children. Ribsy will do anything to find Henry, but there's plenty of excitement to be had along the way—and scoring a touchdown for a local high school team is only part of the fun!
full he spent more time thinking about running than actually trying to escape so he could run. He would put his paws up on the sill of the living room window, look out at the grass and the highway, and go take another nap. Soon after the housecleaning there came a day when Mrs. Frawley was extra busy in the kitchen. She got out her best dishes, which she rarely used anymore, and washed them. Then she baked several kinds of cookies and gave Ribsy a sample of each. Mrs. Frawley was getting ready
we’ve got him,” said Mr. Woody. “Line up with the jackets at the other door, and I’ll go in with the yardstick and chase him out.” The three women stood at one door of the cloakroom with the jackets aimed, while Mr. Woody marched in the other door with the yardstick. Thumping and whacking could be heard from the cloakroom. “Look out! Here he comes!” yelled the principal. The teacher, the mother, and the school nurse crouched with the jackets. There was a flash of gray fur, and all three pounced.
he put on a burst of speed and darted onto the field in front of the player. Ribsy hoped he would drop the ball, so he could have a turn chasing it. The Arthur High School quarterback was so busy trying to stay ahead of a player who was about to dive at his knees that he did not see the dog. Just before he would have crossed the line for a touchdown, he tripped over Ribsy, fell flat on his face, and dropped the ball, which was snatched up by a player from the Taylor High School team. Flashbulbs
muttered. Ribsy looked expectantly at the door, which he was sure would be opened for him. A boy like Joe would not leave a dog out on the porch now that it was suppertime. “Don’t you have anyplace to go?” Joe asked Ribsy. Ribsy’s answer to this was a short, eager bark. It turned out that Ribsy was right about Joe. The boy bent over and took off the red rhinestone-trimmed collar that old Mrs. Frawley had given Ribsy. He stuffed it into his pocket, and said, “That’s a sissy collar for a dog
station wagon. “Let’s hope so.” Mr. Huggins started the car. Henry settled back to enjoy the sound of the new motor—it was so smooth it made their old car sound like a pile of junk. He had nothing to worry about. Ribsy would be waiting at home. Ribsy, however, was riding in the opposite direction from home in a blue station wagon with a family named Dingley. The Dingley children were called, from the oldest to the youngest, Zibby, Louanne, Sally, Lisa, and George. George was a fat