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See the piggy,
See the puddle,
See the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She her dawdle, she her diddle
In the muddy, muddy middle.
See her waddle, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.


See her daddy,
Fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy.
“Don’t bạn get all muddy,
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is squishy, mud is squashy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Squishy-squashy, squishy-squashy—NOPE!”


See her mommy,
Fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle.
“Get out of there—skedaddle,
Daddle, daddle, daddle, daddle.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is mooshy, mud is squooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Mooshy-squooshy, mooshy-squooshy—NOPE!”


See her brother,
Silly billy, Silly billy, Silly billy.
“Do not waddle willy-nilly,
Willy-nilly, willy-nilly.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is oofy, mud is poofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”


But the piggy answered,
“Oofy-poofy, oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


Now they all stood in a huddle,
Right beside the muddy puddle.
And they looked into the puddle—
What a muddy, muddy, muddle!


There was piggy, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.
She was waddling, she was paddling,
She was diving way down derry.
She was wiggling, she was giggling.
She was very, very merry.
đã đưa ý kiến the mother, “Little piggy, bạn have made me very mad.”
đã đưa ý kiến the father, “Little piggy, bạn have made me very sad.”
“Little piggy,” đã đưa ý kiến the brother, “You are very, very bad.”
đã đưa ý kiến the piggy, “Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, very bad.”


“Dear, oh dear,” đã đưa ý kiến piggy’s mother.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
She thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, she knew.
She said, “I bet my feet get wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See two piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy and her mommy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Me oh my,” đã đưa ý kiến piggy’s father.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
He thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, he knew.
He said, “I bet my tail gets wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See three piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See mommy, daddy, piggy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Boo-hoo-hoo,” cried piggy’s brother.
“Whatever shall I do?”
He thought, but not for very long,
Because, of course, he knew.
He held his nose and yelled, “Here goes!”
And—jumped—in—too!


See four piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggies in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She them diddle, big and little
In the very merry middle.
đã đưa ý kiến the daddy, “Mud is squishy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.”
đã đưa ý kiến the mommy, “Mud is mooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.”
đã đưa ý kiến the brother, “Mud is oofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.”


đã đưa ý kiến the piggy,
“Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, oofy-poofy.
Indeed,” đã đưa ý kiến little piggy,
“I think we need some soap.”
But the other piggies answered,
“Oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


So they all chim bồ câu, bồ câu way down derry,
And were very, very merry.
posted by hornean
One Friday Miss Nelson told her class that she was going to have her tonsils out.
“I’ll be away tiếp theo week,” she said. “And I expect bạn to behave.”
“Yess, Miss Nelson,” đã đưa ý kiến the kids in 207.

But at recess it was another story.
“Wow!” đã đưa ý kiến the kids. “While Miss Nelson is away, we can really act up!”
“Not so fast!” đã đưa ý kiến a big kid from 309. “Haven’t bạn heard of Viola Swamp?”
“Who?” đã đưa ý kiến Miss Nelson’s kids.

“Miss Swamp is the meanest substitute teacher in the whole world,” đã đưa ý kiến the big kid. “Nobody acts up when she’s around.”
“Oooh,” đã đưa ý kiến Miss Nelson’s...
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In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother trái cây bat and her new baby.
Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft tiny baby. “I’ll name bạn Stellaluna,” she crooned.
Each night, Mother Bat would carry Stellaluna clutched to her breast as she flew out to tìm kiếm for food.

One night, as Mother Bat followed the heavy scent of ripe fruit, an owl spied her. On silent wings the powerful bird swooped down upon the bats.
Dodging and shrieking, Mother Bat tried to escape, but the owl struck again and again, knocking Stellaluna into the air. Her baby wings were as limp and useless as...
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Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” đã đưa ý kiến Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” đã đưa ý kiến Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, giống nho, nho juice, Sô cô la milk.
Ice cream, đậu phụng, đậu phộng butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t bạn heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...
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Zum. Zum buzzz. Zum. Zum. Buzz. Berlioz had been practicing for weeks, and now just when the orchestra was going to play in the village square for a gala ball, a strange buzz was coming from his double bass.
“Why now?” Berlioz đã đưa ý kiến to himself.

The musicians arrived with their instruments. As Berlioz watched them climb aboard the bandwagon, all he could think about was his double bass. What if his âm bass, tiếng bass, bass buzzed during the ball? What if the dancers stopped dancing and laughed at him?
Zum, zum, buzz. Zum, zum, buzz, he imagined.

Berlioz picked up the reins and clucked to the mule. Off they went...
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Abbie looked out the lighthouse window. Waves washed up on the rocks below. Out at sea, a ship sailed safely by.

“Will bạn sail to town today, Papa?” Abbie asked.
“Yes,” Captain Burgess answered. “Mama needs medicine. The lights need oil. We need food. The weather is good now. So it’s an toàn, két an toàn to go out in Puffin.”
“But what if bạn don’t get back today?” asked Abbie. “Who will take care of the lights?”
Papa smiled. “You will, Abbie.”
“Oh, no, Papa!” đã đưa ý kiến Abbie. “I have never done it alone.”

“You have trimmed the wicks before,” đã đưa ý kiến Papa. “You have cleaned the...
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(Helen's mother: "I hope that súp is gone when I come back in there!")

The ngày Helen gave Martha dog her alphabet soup,


something unusual happened.
The letters in the súp went up to Martha’s brain instead of down to her stomach.

That evening, Martha spoke.
(Martha: Isn’t it time for my dinner?)


Martha’s family had many các câu hỏi to ask her. Of course, she had a lot to tell them!
(Helen: Have bạn always understood what we were saying?)
(Martha: bạn bet! Do bạn want to know Benjie is really saying?)
(Helen’s father: Why don’t bạn came when we call?)
(Martha: bạn people are so bossy. Come! Sit!...
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Tanya sat restlessly on her chair bởi the phòng bếp, nhà bếp window. For several days she had to stay in giường with a cold. But now Tanya's cold was almost gone. She was anxious to go outside and enjoy the fresh air and the arrival of spring.
"Mama, when can I go outside?" asked Tanya. Mama pulled the tray of biscuits from the lò nướng and placed it on the counter.
"In time," she murmured. "All in good time."
Tanya gazed through the window and saw her two brothers, Ted and Jim, and Papa building the new backyard fence.
"I'm gonna talk to Grandma," she said.

Grandma was sitting in her yêu thích spot—the big soft...
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Once there was a farmer who lived in Mexico. He lived in a little village, in a house which had only one room.

The farmer was not happy.
“Nothing ever happens,” he said.
The people in the village thought the farmer was foolish.
“We have everything we need,” they said.

“We have a school, and a market,

and a church with an old chuông, bell that rings on Sundays. Our village is the best there is.”
“But nothing ever happens,” đã đưa ý kiến the farmer.

Every morning, when the farmer woke up, the first thing he saw was the roof of his little house.
Every morning for breakfast he ate two flat cakes of ground...
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On Thursday, when Imogene woke up, she found she had grown antlers.

Getting dressed was difficult,

and going through a door now took some thinking.

Imogene started down for breakfast…

but got hung up.
“OH!!” Imogene’s mother fainted away.

The doctor poked, and prodded, and scratched his chin.
He could find nothing wrong.

The school principal glared at Imogene but had no Lời khuyên to offer.

Her brother Norman, consulted the encyclopedia, and then announced that Imogene had turned into a rare form of miniature elk!

Imogene’s mother fainted again and was carried upstairs to bed.

Imogene went into...
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