The Stories Julian Tells (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))

The Stories Julian Tells (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))

Ann Cameron

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0394828925

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Julian is a quick fibber and a wishful thinker. And he is great at telling stories. He can make people—especially his younger brother, Huey—believe just about anything. Like the story about the cats that come in the mail. Or the fig leaves that make you grow tall if you eat them off the tree. But some stories can lead to a heap of trouble, and that's exactly where Julian and Huey end up!

This book has been selected as a Common Core State Standards Text Exemplar (Grades 2-3, Stories) in Appendix B

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pudding you spilled on the floor!” “I am going to clean it up,” I said. And I took the rag from the sink. “That’s not really clean,” Huey said. “It’s the best I can do,” I said. “Look at the pudding!” Huey said. It looked like craters on the moon. “We have to smooth this over,” I said. “So it looks the way it did before! Let’s get spoons.” And we evened the top of the pudding with spoons, and while we evened it, we ate some more. “There isn’t much left,” I said. “We were supposed to leave

father said. Huey walked toward him, his hands behind his back. “See these eggs?” my father said. He cracked them and put the yolks in a pan and set the pan on the counter. He stood a chair by the counter. “Stand up here,” he said to Huey. Huey stood on the chair by the counter. “Now it’s time for your beating!” my father said. Huey started to cry. His tears fell in with the egg yolks. “Take this!” my father said. My father handed him the egg beater. “Now beat those eggs,” he said. “I want

father said. “Don’t you want to see the catalog?” “Oh, yes, I—want to see it,” I said. My father had the catalog under his arm. The three of us sat down on the couch. “Open it!” Huey said. My father opened the catalog. Inside were bright pictures of flowers and vegetables. The catalog company would send you the seeds, and you could grow the flowers and vegetables. Huey started turning the pages faster and faster. “Where are the cats? Where are the cats?” he kept saying. “What cats?” my

wet. I looked up. I thought all the catalog cats were sitting on the roof of the garage, staring at me. Over the top of the garage was the moon, a little moon with sharp horns. There were birds rustling in the dark branches of the trees. The seeds were dreaming, I thought. I put my mouth next to the ground, and I spoke to the seeds very softly: “Grow! And you corn seeds, grow high as the house!” In just one week the seeds did start to grow, and we watered them and weeded them. By the end of

Thread didn’t look as painful as pliers. “This is a simple way,” my father said. “Just let me tie this thread around your old tooth.” “All right,” I said. Very carefully my father tied the end of the thread around my old tooth. That didn’t hurt. “Now,” my father said, “stand here by the door.” I stood by the kitchen door, and my father tied the other end of the thread to the doorknob. “Now what?” I said. “Now,” my father said, “you just close your eyes …” “What are you going to do?” I

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