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their wings in the door and things like that.
We got a little rest then, while the boys sang "=WeThreeKingsofOrientAre," and everybody in
the audience shifted around to watch the =WiseMen march up the aisle.
"What have they got?" =Alice whispered.
I didn't know, but whatever it was, it was heavy, =Leroy almost dropped it. He didn't have his
frankincense jar either, and =Claude and =Ollie didn't have anything although they were
supposed to bring the gold and the myrrh.
"I knew this would happen," =Alice said for the second time. "I bet it's something awful."
"Like what?"
"Like  a burnt offering. You know the =Herdmans."
Well, they did burn things, but they hadn't burned this yet. It was a ham, and right away I knew
where it came from. My father was on the church charitable works committee-they give away
food baskets at =Christmas, and this was the =Herdman's food-basket ham. It still had the ribbon
around it, saying =MerryChristmas.
"I'll bet they stole that!" =Alice said.
"They did not. It came from their food basket, and if they want to give away their own ham I
guess they can do it." But even if the =Herdmans didn't like ham (that was =Alice's next idea)
they had never before in their lives given anything away except lumps on the head. So you had to
be impressed.
=Leroy dropped the ham in front of the manger. It looked funny to see a ham there instead of the
fancy bath-salts jars we always used for the myrrh and the frankincense. And then they went and
sat down in the only space that was left.
While we sang "What Child Is This?" the =WiseMen were supposed to confer among themselves
and then leave by a different door, so everyone would understand that they were going home
another way. But the =Herdmans forgot, or didn't want to, or something, because they didn't
confer and they didn't leave either. They just sat there, and there wasn't anything anyone could do
about it.
"They're ruining the whole thing!" =Alice whispered, but they
bed. He was following me around with that silly grin on his face. I felt like giving him a pinch.
How could he stand there looking so happy when he had my turtle inside him?
I delivered the blankets to my mother. She wrapped =Fudge up in them and ran to the front door.
I followed and grabbed her purse from the hall table. I figured she'd be glad I thought of that.
Out in the hall I pressed the elevator buzzer. We had to wait a few minutes. Mom paced up and
down in front of the elevator. =Fudge was cradled in her arms. He sucked his fingers and made
that slurping noise I like. But all I could think of was =Dribble.
Finally, the elevator got to our floor. There were three people in it besides =Henry. "This is an
emergency," =Mom wailed. "The ambulance is waiting downstairs. Please hurry!"
"Yes, Mrs =Hatcher. Of course," =Henry said. "I'll run her down just as fast as I can. No other
stops."
Someone poked me in the back. I turned around. It was Mrs =Rudder. "What's the matter?" she
whispered.
"It's my brother," I whispered back. "He ate my turtle."
Mrs =Rudder whispered that to the man next to her and he whispered it to the lady next to him
who whispered it to =Henry. I faced front and pretended I didn't hear anything.
My mother turned around with =Fudge in her arms and said, "That's not funny. Not funny at all!"
But =Fudge said, "Funny, funny, funny =Fudgie!"
Everybody laughed. Everybody except my mother.
The elevator door opened. Two men, dressed in white, were waiting with a stretcher. "This the
baby!" one of them asked.
"Yes. Yes it is," =Mom sobbed.
"Don't worry, lady. We'll be to the hospital in no time."
"Come, =Peter," my mother said, tugging at my sleeve. "We're going to ride in the ambulance
with =Fudge."
My mother and I climbed into the back of the blue ambulance. I was never in one before. It was
neat. =Fudge kneeled on a cot and peered out through the window. He waved at the crowd of
people that had gathered on the sidewalk.


We were all sitting around the big kitchen table. It was Saturday morning. Pancake morning.
=Mom was squeezing oranges for juice. =Henry and I were betting on how many pancakes we
each could eat. And =Grandpa was doing the flipping. Seconds later, something flew through the
air headed toward the kitchen ceiling  and landed right on =Henry.
After we realized that the flying object was only a pancake, we all laughed, even =Grandpa.
Breakfast continued quite uneventfully. All the other pancakes landed in the pan. And all of them
were eaten, even the one that landed on =Henry.
That night, touched off by the pancake incident at breakfast, =Grandpa told us the best tall-tale
bedtime story he'd ever told.
Across an ocean, over lots of huge bumpy mountains, across three hot deserts, and one smaller
ocean  there lay the tiny town of =Chewandswallow.
In most ways, it was very much like any other tiny town. It had a =Main Street lined with stores,
houses with trees and gardens around them, a schoolhouse, about three hundred people, and some
assorted cats and dogs.
But there were no food stores in the town of =Chewandswallow. They didn't need any. The sky
supplied all the food they could possibly want.
The only thing that was really different about =Chewandswallow was its weather. It came three
times a day, at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Everything that everyone ate came from the sky.
Whatever the weather served, that was what they ate.
But it never rained. It never showered. And it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and
juice. It snowed mashed potatoes and green peas. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of
hamburgers.
of his paw he sent the =Scarecrow spinning over and over to the edge of the road, and then he
struck at the =TinWoodman with his sharp claws. But, to the =Lion's surprise, he could make no
impression on the tin, although the =Woodman fell over in the road and lay still.
=LittleToto, now that he had an enemy to face, ran barking towards the =Lion, and the great
beast had opened his mouth to bite the dog when =Dorothy, fearing =Toto would be killed, and
heedless of danger, rushed forward and slapped the =Lion upon his nose as hard as she could,
while she cried out: "Don't you dare to bite =Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big
beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!"
"I didn't bite him," said the =Lion, as he rubbed his nose with his paw where =Dorothy had hit it.
"No, but you tried to," she retorted. "You are nothing but a big coward."
"I know it," said the =Lion, hanging his head in shame. "I've always known it. But how can I help
it?"
"I don't know, I'm sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man like the poor =Scarecrow!"
"Is he stuffed?" asked the =Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up the =Scarecrow and set
him upon his feet, while she patted him into shape again.
"Of course he's stuffed," replied =Dorothy, who was still angry.
"That's why he went over so easily," remarked the Lion. "It astonished me to see him whirl
around so. Is the other one stuffed also?"
"No," said =Dorothy, "he's made of tin." And she helped the =Woodman up again.
"That's why he nearly blunted my claws," said the =Lion. "When
they scratched against the tin, it made a cold shiver run down my
back. What is that little animal you are so tender of?"
"He is my dog, =Toto," answered =Dorothy.
"Is he made of tin, or stuffed?" asked the =Lion. "Neither. He's a meat dog," said the girl.
"Oh. He's a curious animal and seems remarkably small now.




Then the mayor of the village, who was a scholar and very wise man, looked into the eyes of the
frog who was trying to eat his son's supper. "This frog is our son!" he cried. "Our beloved
=Emile!"
So saying, he kissed his frog son and his eyes filled with tears as did the eyes of his frog son
=Emile.
"Let me kiss =Emile too," said the mayor's wife. "After all, I am this frog's mother!"
"Kiss, kiss," said the mayor, sobbing.
Suddenly he tapped his head. "=Aha!" he said. "I've got it!" "Witchcraft!" he cried. "Courtesy of
=Bunya the witch."
So saying, the mayor clutched his frog son to his heart and with his wailing wife behind him, ran
into the streets crying, "=Bunya the witch has changed my darling son =Emile into a frog!"
"She's changed my sweet daughter =Sophie," sobbed the butcher. "A sweeter girl you couldn't
find. Now she's a frog!"
=Bunya's changed my twin darlings into twin frogs!" cried the baker.
And all the villagers ran out of their houses crying and clutching their frog children. They
gathered in the village square. There was crying and wailing and gnashing of teeth and sad
croaking from the frog children.
Then the mayor tapped his forehead again. "I've got an idea,"
he said, drying his tears and blowing his nose. "=Bunya the witch
changed our children into frogs, =Bunya the witch can change our frogs back into children."
"Why didn't I think of that?" said the butcher. "Because you're not as smart as I am," said the
mayor. "Don't argue," said the baker. "On to =Bunya's!" "On to =Bunya's! On to =Bunya's!"
chanted the villagers.
So with the mayor leading the way, all the mothers and fathers
marched to =Bunya's tumble-down cottage on the edge of the village.
=Bunya was still in a heap-sobbing, moaning, wringing her hands,
cracking her knuckles and pounding the earth.
=Bunya, you terrible witch," said the mayor, "you have done a monstrous, horrible thing!"



The =Ponds are very big, so that at one end, people bathe and at the other end they fish. Old
chaps with bald heads sit on folding stools and fish with rods and lines. But the water's much
deeper at our end of the =Ponds, and that's where we bathe. You're not allowed to bathe there
unless you can swim; but I've always been able to swim. They used to say that was because fat
floats-well, I don't mind. They call me =Sausage.
Only, I don't dive-not from any diving board, thank you. I have to take my glasses off to go into
the water, and I can't see without them, and I'm just not going to dive, even from the lowest
diving board, and that's that, and they stopped nagging about it long ago.
Then, this summer, they were all on me to learn duck-diving. You're swimming on the surface of
the water and suddenly you go up-end yourself just like a duck and dive down deep into the
water, and perhaps you swim around a bit underwater, and then come up again. I daresay ducks
begin doing it soon after they're born. It's different for them.
So I was learning to duck-dive-to swim down to the bottom of the =Ponds, and pick up a brick
they'd thrown in, and bring it up again. You practice that in case you have to rescue anyone from
drowning-say, they'd sunk for the third time and gone to the bottom. Of course, they'd be bigger
and heavier than a brick, but I suppose you have to begin with bricks and work up gradually to
people. The swimming instructor said, "=Sausage, I'm going to throw the brick in." It was a brick
with a bit of old white cloth round it, to make it show up underwater. "=Sausage, I'm going to
throw it in, and you go after it, go after it, =Sausage, and get it before it reaches the bottom and
settles in the mud, or you'll never get it." He'd made everyone come out of the water to give me a
chance, and they were standing watching. I could see them blurred along


The witch thought hard for a moment and then she said, "Well, for one thing, you can have a
name when you're a person. A name tells people who you are. Pick any name you like and it will
be yours. How about a fine name like =TOM?"
"=TOM?" said the prince. "Is that a name? It sounds like some
thing falling in the grass at night when it's dark."
"How about =HARRY?" asked the witch.
"Is that a name?" asked the prince. "It sounds like a cricket
calling."
"What about a noble, princely =French name like =ALPHONSE?" asked the witch.
"It sounds like a beaver sneezing," said the prince.
"You really are a difficult person to please," said the witch. "Look at your nice clothes. Clothes
keep you warm and make you look nice."
"Warm!" said the prince. "My legs are strangling. I'm boiling. I can hardly jump."
"Only necks can strangle," said the witch. "Only water can boil. Only frogs and horses and
grasshoppers jump around in that boring way. And furthermore," said the witch, "people can
learn how to read." She took a wet newspaper out of her wet pocket.
"You see, these are words," she said. "Look, this word says `pond'."
"Pond?" he said. "It doesn't look like a pond at all. It looks just like muddy hummingbird
footprints."
"How old are you anyhow?" said the witch.
"I was born in the spring," said the frog.
"Well, no wonder," said the witch. "You can't learn to read until
you're six years old. I'm very sorry, but I don't know how to break
the spell," said the witch, a little crabby now. "You'll just have to
learn to like being a prince. Come now, I'll teach you how to whistle
and snap your fingers. Now there are two things no frog can do." The witch whistled " =RowRow
=RowYourBoat" for the prince. The prince tried and tried, but he could not whistle.
"Why would anyone want to whistle or snap his fingers any
how?" asked the prince.
Mrs =Kimmelfarber didn't move. She just stood there with her mouth open, staring at =Henry.
"You scoot now," insisted Nurse =Farthing in a stern tone. "=Shoosh  off with you!
"And you, =HenryGreen," she said as Mrs =Kimmelfarber left the room, "are coming with me.
Let us go. Quietly, Calmly."
She took his hand, and once again, =Henry noticed that it felt good and somehow made him feel
better. He kept holding her cool hand as they left the school. All the way to the hospital, as the
taxi sped along, =Henry held fast to the calm steady hand of Nurse =MollyFarthing. In fact, it
wasn't until he had been checked by two different doctors and was waiting to be examined by the
hospital's chief of children's medicine, Dr =Fargo, that he dared to let go.
"What, what? What, what?" said Dr =Fargo as he came bounding into the examining room. He
was a small, round man with a bushy white mustache and a confused look on his face. "What
have we here, eh?" he asked. "Boy looks like he fell in a mud puddle."
He leaned down so close to =Henry's nose that =Henry could smell his puffy breath. It smelled
like peppermints. "Didn't fall in a mud puddle, did you, lad?"
"No, sir."
"Didn't think so," said Dr =Fargo. "Too bad, would have explained what those big brown spots
are all over you."
"Well, then," he said, turning to Nurse =MollyFarthing, "tell me things."
"You're not going to believe this, Doctor," Nurse =Farthing began, as she told Dr =Fargo about
the events of the morning.
"I am not going to believe this," Dr =Fargo repeated when she had finished. "It's impossible. No
rash in the whole history of rashes ever appeared so fast. Or grew so big. Or popped out with a
noise you could hear. Impossible!"
"It happened," said Nurse =Farthing.
"So I see. Well, we'll soon get to the bottom of this or my name's not er. What is my name, by the
way?"
"Dr =Fargo, I believe," said =Henry.



=Rose was the biggest kid in her class. The other kids teased her saying she needed her own zip
code and that she took baths in Lake =Ontario.
One day she was standing alone in the school yard. She heard someone scream.
=Rose wheeled around. The class bully, =Roger "=Toe-JamFace" =Pittsley, was pushing in 
=LittleBarneyEdsel's face. =Rose swung =LittleBarney into the air with one hand, while she held
=Roger in a headlock.
"I give up! Stop! Let go!" shouted =Roger.
=Rose winked at =LittleBarney. "Should we let him go?" she asked.
"Yeah, let him go," said a man's voice. r
"I'm sorry, sir, I really am." =Rose let =Roger go. "I didn't mean to hurt him. I'm sorry."
"Cut the apologies. You're talking to =PaddyFlanagan, the best high school wrestling coach in a
hundred miles. I got an eye for talent. And kid, you've got TALENT."
=Rose looked embarrassed. "I do?"
"You DO!!" said =Paddy. "You just beat =LesterBPearson High School's wrestling champion."
=Paddy smiled. "I have plans for you."
=Paddy's plans were to turn =Rose into a champion wrestler. So =Rose jogged to school every
day. After class she ran thirty laps around the track, did thirty push-ups, thirty chin-ups, thirty
sit-ups and thirty jumping jacks. After that, =Paddy had her swim twenty laps in the pool,
without stopping. If =Paddy found =Rose munching on potato chips or candy bars, he would
make her do ten more laps around the track.


At first nobody suspected that he was not the real tiger-skin rug, because he was so thin and
looked so moth-eaten. The =Rajah would play and frighten the children with him. The children
would pretend he was a real live tiger. But =Tiger was worried, because he knew that he was not
as thin as he used to be, or as moth-eaten.
One day the =Rajah said: "How strange-the old tiger-skin rug has improved with age. But it
really is beginning to smell. If it cannot be cleaned it will have to go."
The following day the tiger was taken out into the garden and scrubbed with an old broom. The
soap made his eyes sting. Then he was left on the line in the hot sun to drip and dry.
When the servant carried =Tiger back to the dining hall he complained that either the tiger-skin
rug was getting heavier or he was getting older and weaker. That night the tiger did not eat any
scraps, and he could not sleep. He knew that he would soon be found out and perhaps made into
a real tiger-skin rug. Whatever could he do? Suddenly he heard a noise. All the hairs on his spine
stood on end and the end of his tail twitched.. Three robbers were climbing in through the
window. They were carrying a sack and they began to fill it with silver dishes, ornaments and
anything of value. While =Tiger was wondering what to do the door burst open and the =Rajah
rushed in. The robbers knocked him down, and drew out wicked knives. Then =Tiger stood up
and roared. The roar echoed down every corridor and round every room and across the palace
gardens, waking everybody. =Tiger lept to the =Rajah's rescue.
The three robbers took flight. They were in such a hurry that they became stuck in the window as
they fought to get through all at once.
When the =Rajah had recovered from his shock and his family and his servants had gathered, the
=Rajah proclaimed:

The =IronMan came to the top of the cliff.
How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where had he come from? Nobody knows. How was he
made? Nobody knows.
Taller than a house, the =IronMan stood at the top of the cliff, on the very brink, in the darkness.
The wind sang through his iron fingers. His great iron head, shaped like a dustbin but as big as a
bedroom slowly turned to the right, slowly turned to the left. His iron ears turned this way, that
way. He was hearing the sea. His eyes, like headlamps, glowed white, then red, then infra-red,
searching the sea. Never before had =IronMan seen the sea.
He swayed in the strong wind that pressed against his back. He swayed forward, on the brink of
the high cliff.  And his right foot, his enormous iron right foot, lifted - up, out, into space, and the
=IronMan stepped forward, off the cliff, into nothingness.
Down the cliff the =IronMan came toppling, head over heels. 
CRASH!
CRASH!
CRASH!
From rock to rock, snag to snag, tumbling slowly. And as he crashed and crashed and crashed
His iron legs fell off. His iron arms broke off, and the hands broke off the arms. His great iron
head fell off. All the separate pieces tumbled, scattered, crashing, bumping,
clanging, down onto the rocky beach far below. A few rocks tumbled with him. Then
Silence. 

The basement was crowded, as usual, with crabby, frazzled mothers and whiny, dirty-nosed kids.
Mountains of dry goods were piled up on big square tables. =Mum stopped at every table to pick
things over. Aunt =Hester bought Uncle =William a set of long drawers for ninety-nine cents and
two pairs of socks for a quarter. "If I had your money, =Hester," =Mum said, watching her
sister-in-law peel off a two-dollar bill from a fat wad, "I wouldn't come near this place. I'd stick
to
the Main Store where everything is first class. Just look at this stuff, all soiled and messy." She
flicked at the second-class goods disdainfully.
"There's not a thing wrong with these socks," replied Aunt =Nester indignantly. "And my =Thor
will take out the spots in these drawers in the very first wash."
=Mum winced at the mention of the =Thor. I thought how dumb it was that Aunt =Hester, with
neither chick nor child, should own a washing machine while =Mum, with all us kids, had to
scrub on the wash-board.
=Mum was holding up a corselet, eyeing it critically. The flesh-colored garment had two huge
scoops in the front. I looked down at my flat chest and couldn't even imagine fitting into such a
thing.
By this time my legs were killing me, so I hung onto the table edge and let them go all limp. It
felt
good. At last they got sick of underwear and we headed for the shoe department.
The minute I laid eyes on them I knew I . had to have them. They were black patent leather with
white patent bows and they were absolutely gorgeous. I could see myself in Sunday School
swinging my feet out for Mr =Henderson, the Superintendent, to see.
=Mum was paying a lot of attention to a pair of sturdy brown oxfords, so I grabbed the patents
and shoved them under her nose.
"Please, =Mum, can I have these?" I begged. "I promise I won't run in them, and I'll take them off
after four every day."
"Oh, =pshaw, =Bea." She was smiling so I knew I had a chance. "You're too much of a
scatterbrain to remember not to run. You'd have those flimsy slippers scuffed out in no time."
"No, =Mum, I wouldn't! I'm not a scatterbrain!" For the first time
"Then you must be brave," =CalfBoy said. "My Grandfather is chief of the =BuffaloNation. Do
not show fear or he will surely kill you. He will ask you to find me and =Mother. But you think
we all look alike! When he lines us up, you will know me because I shall flick my left ear. You
will find =Mother because I shall put a cockleburr on her back. You must pick us out and then
you will be safe. Be attentive!"
The old bull bellowed and charged out from the herd. The ground trembled under his thundering
hoofs. He stopped just in front of the young man. He pawed the earth into dust clouds, hooked
his horns into clumps of sagebrush and tossed them aside in anger. The young man stood still. He
showed no fear.
"Ah, this =Straight-up-Person has a strong heart," breathed the old bull. "By your courage you
have saved yourself. Follow me."
The old bull led the way. The silent multitude parted and joined again behind. At the center was
the painted teepee. The whole =BuffaloNation formed into radiating circles. The calves made the
inner ring; the yearlings the next, the cows and bulls, all according to their ages.
"=Straight-up-Person," said the old bull in a voice which all could hear, "your relatives insulted
my daughter. But you have come among us because you love your wife and child. Then find
them! If you cannot, we shall trample you until not even a stain of your blood remains."
The young man passed in front of the little calves. They looked alike, but one flicked his ear as if
troubled by a fly. He laid his hand on the calf's head. "My Son," he said, and a sound of surprise
came from the multitude. "This must be a wonderful Person," they said.
He then walked around the circle formed by the cows. Again, they all looked alike, but he came
to one with a cockle-burr on her back; "My Wife," he said. Once more a sound of surprise came
from the =BuffaloNation: "Ah, he calls her `wife'."
"This =Straight-up-Person loves his wife and little child," the old bull announced. "He was
willing to die for them. We shall make him one of us. We shall all join in with our thoughts
while we do this."  

shrewlike egg layers, as well as insects such as cockroaches and dragonflies. Also, it may have
hunted in packs, as wolves do today. A group of these small dinosaurs could even have attacked
and eaten larger, plant-eating dinosaurs.
=Coelophysis probably laid small eggs and cared for its young after the eggs hatched, much the
way birds do. In fact, some scientists think that =Coelophysis was warm-blooded and that these
small, hollow-boned dinosaurs may have been the ancient ancestors of birds.
Perhaps the most familiar dinosaurs are those with long necks and tails, small heads, and thick,
treelike legs. These dinosaurs usually walked on all four feet and ate the leaves of tall plants.
They belong to a group of dinosaurs called =SAUROPODS, which means "lizard foot."
=Brachiosaurus was the largest of the =SAUROPODS, possibly the largest animal that ever lived
on
land. This enormous creature was taller than a four-storey building and weighed as much as
twelve large elephants. It lived in the forests of western =NorthAmerica and =EastAfrica more
than =100 million years ago.
Like all =SAUROPODS, =Brachiosaurus had thick, stumpy legs and big feet. It was called
=Brachiosaurus, which means "arm lizard," because, unlike most other SAUROPODS, its front
legs were much longer than its hind legs.
=Brachiosaurus fed from the leaves at the tops of trees, the way giraffes do today. With its
seven-meter-long neck, =Brachiosaurus could reach the tops of twelve-meter trees. Though its
head was small and its jaws not very strong, =Brachiosaurus had a large stomach to hold all the
food it needed to provide energy for its huge body.
=Brachiosaurus was a slow-moving animal that depended upon its size for survival. It must have
been successful, because it lived on the earth for many millions of years. Some scientists believe
that a few individuals may have lived to be =200 years old.
More than =100 million years ago, much of the world was under water and the continents we
know today were just beginning to take shape. In those times, the giant reptiles of the seas were
the =Plesiosaurs. Some =Plesiosaurs were twelve to fifteen meters long.


 =Wayne's father added nets and a huge spotlight. He put up pylons as obstacles for =Wayne to
skate patterns around. And over the years he put =Wayne through all kinds of drills and shooting
exercises. Many of these training ideas became popular in =Canada only some years later, after
the =1972 series between =Canada and the =SovietUnion.
For =Wayne, and the friends he always invited over-that bumpy back-yard rink became the center
of activity, the scene of all the action.
"It was my favorite place," =Wayne says. "Day or night. In good weather or bad. Alone or with
my buddies. I practiced and practiced. Hours and hours on end."
"And if he wasn't there," remembers his father, "he'd be firing a ball against the wall. Always
with a stick and puck, or stick and ball, that was =Wayne."
At the age of only five, =Wayne joined his first league. His team was the =NadrofskySteelers of
his home town.
As he was to do for years to come, =Wayne played with and against players much older and
bigger than he was. That is how he got nicknamed "=TheKid." But, kid or no kid, the 
"=GreatGretzky" was already dazzling everyone.
In that first season of =1967-68, Wayne scored one goal. He scored =27 goals the following
season, =104 the next, and =196 the year after that. In =1971-72, his last season in =Novice,
=Wayne scored an incredible =378 goals in =85 games.
During the next two seasons, =Wayne played =MajorPeewee. He scored =104 goals his first year
and =176 goals his second. Over those years, =Wayne's team seldom lost a game or a
tournament. =Wayne himself broke record after record.
A game against =Waterford on April =10, =1974, is just one example of such a special occasion.
"=Gretzky got the puck inside the =Waterford blue line and let go with a slapshot," the
=BrantfordExpositor reported. "The =Waterford goalie got a piece of the puck, but not enough to
keep it from going into the net. Players rushed onto the ice, and the game was held up for several
minutes. 



Oh my a few of the big overhead lights pierced the gloom of the huge, empty arena. Up in the
stands, Mr =Dugre was noisily repairing benches. Loud hammering echoed back and forth,
drowning out the rhythmic sound of skates slicing across the ice.
From time to time, the janitor looked up and shook his head as he watched the tiny figure going
round and round the ice with stubborn determination.
For two weeks now, =Yves had been practicing at the rink. Each day he would quietly sneak in
through the side door which the gruff old man left open for him. Stashing his bicycle under the
stairs, he would look around furtively. Then he would pull his skates, a heavy sweater and a book
out of the brown paper bag he had brought with him.
The book, entitled The =SecretsofHockey, was his constant guide and companion these days.
Even though he already knew it by heart, =Yves kept it on the edge of the boards and consulted it
frequently, barely able to make out the words in the dim light.
Balance: Skate into the turns, leaning towards the center. Start by skating in a wide circle.
Remember to bend your knees and arch your back, keeping your head up at all times.
Quietly repeating this advice to himself, =Yves skated round the rink, trying to think everything
all at once: arms, legs, head, ankles. He felt like an off balance centipede. Gee, it was
complicated! Yet when he watched the =Canadiens on television, everything looked so easy!
How would he ever be able to stick handle the puck if he didn't even know what to do with his
arms in the turns?
Just when he thought he had his feet under control, the top of his skate would catch on the ice
and whoops! down he'd go with a thud. But he'd immediately get up and start again, gritting his
teeth, determined to succeed no matter what.

Every day, all over the world, billions of people start and end their day at home. Home is
probably the most important place in most people's lives.
What do homes do for us? One of the most important things they do is protect us from
unpleasant weather outside. They keep us dry when it's wet outside, warm when it's cold, and
cool when it's hot. We are unhappy with our home if the roof leaks and lets in the rain, or if the
fire or furnace goes out in the middle of the night and we feel cold in the morning when we wake
up.
Another important thing that homes do is provide us with a place to make and eat meals and a
place to sleep at night. We obviously could not live without eating and sleeping. Eating in
restaurants can be fun, but after a few such meals most people start to miss "home-cooked" food.
In the same way many people think their bed at home is the most comfortable bed in the world
and can't sleep well anywhere else.
All sorts of places can be considered homes-tents, huts, caves, boats, trailers, houses, or big
apartment buildings. Though such places look very different, they all have some things in
common.
The same four ingredients are required to make a home anywhere in the world: space, building
materials, labor, and money. The space (land or water) is needed because it is where the house
will be built. The building materials (wood, canvas, animal skins, brick, steel) are what the
dwelling is made of. The labor is the work of the men and women (carpenters, plumbers,
bricklayers, electricians) who will build the home. The money is needed to pay for the other
three.
While homes everywhere have these ingredients in common, and while they all have walls,
floors, and roofs, they do look different from one part of the world to another. For example, a
house in =Canada looks very unlike one in =WestAfrica or =China. 

something that looked like a large animal. Gulls circled around it, screaming into the wind.
=DownRaven dived, and he saw that the something was a huge cedar house, with a wide
doorway. He settled silently on the roof and looked down the smoke hole. Below was a very big
room, and sitting on the floor was a strange, thin man with a long head and silvery scales
covering his body.
The man lifted a board in the floor, let down a line, and pulled up a large halibut. Then =Raven
knew that this was, indeed, the =AbundantHouse, where lived =HalibutMan, the keeper of all the
herring, the salmon, and the halibut of the seas. =Raven's mouth watered, and he began to devise
a plan to take over the =AbundantHouse.
First, he flew swiftly back to the village and called all the fishermen together. He told them to
carve a harpoon, with a very long line. The fishermen made a harpoon, and for the line they tried
the sinews of first one animal and then another. But each time they tested the line it broke. At
last, the tomtit, a tiny grey wren, offered to lend them his sinews, which were known to be
exceedingly tough.
=Raven showed the women how to braid a line from the tomtit's sinews, as thin as a spider's web,
long and very strong. Then the men fastened the harpoon firmly to a large sturdy canoe and
waited. =Raven's plan was to fly to the =AbundantHouse and lure =HalibutMan away. Then he
would fly back toward the village, and when he came in sight of the canoe, he would wheel and
rise straight up in the air. At this signal, the men were to follow his flight.
Across the water to the house on the waves raced =Raven. =HalibutMan was sitting on the floor
of his house, looking out to sea when =Raven appeared. =HalibutMan looked surprised when the
bird flew in the door, and he was even more surprised when =Raven said, "At last, at last, I have
found you, my brother! Our poor father told me to look everywhere, till I found you!"
"Who are you?" asked =HalibutMan suspiciously.
"I am =Raven-Who-Sets-Things-Right. Everyone knows me!"
"I do not know you, and I have never even heard your name!"
retorted =HalibutMan rudely.



followed the people of the town. They searched up the beach and down, but they did not find the
boy. "A brave son," said the men when they found his shirt, for they thought he was certainly
drowned. "A very brave son," said the women when they found his shoes, for they thought him
lost for sure. "Has he really gone?" asked the fisherman's wife of her husband when at last they
were alone. "Yes, quite gone," the fisherman said to her. "Gone where his heart calls, gone to the
great wide sea. And though my heart grieves at his leaving, it tells me this way is best."
The fisherman's wife sighed. And then she cried. But at last she agreed that, perhaps, it was best.
"For he is both man and seal," she said. "And though we cared for him for a while, now he ;must
care for himself." And she never cried again.
So once more they lived alone by the side of the sea in a new little hut which was covered with
mosses to keep them warm in the winter and cool in the summer.
Yet, once a year, a great grey seal is seen at night near the fisherman's home. And the people in
town talk of it, and wonder. But seals do come to the shore and men do go to the sea; and so the
townfolk do not dwell upon it very long.
But it is no ordinary seal. It is =Greyling himself come homecome to tell his parents tales of the
lands that lie far beyond the waters, and to sing them songs of the wonders that lie far beneath the
sea.
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Their mother softened. "You mean you'd pick worms to buy me a birthday present?"
"Sure," the boys said together.
"All right. But just this one night. And wear your sweaters. It's cool for May. My flashlight's in
the car, =Mike."
Before nine o'clock, the boys were hard at it. They had a plastic ice cream container nearly full of
worms before Steve and the other pickers arrived in the truck.
"Good, kids," Steve said, handing them boxes for the worms. "These boxes hold a hundred."
The pickers fanned out and set to work.
There had been rain, and the worms were coming up active and squirmy. But they'd go down into
the earth again in a flash if the picker wasn't quicker than they were.
=Mike and =Gus stuck their flashlights inside their sweater cuffs and clawed for worms with
both hands. Their hands got cold, and their backs got tired. They
stayed close together and they stuck it out as long as the other pickers. At midnight, when
everybody called it quits, they had filled eleven boxes.
"Saturday night's pay day," =Steve announced, climbing into the truck. "See you kids tomorrow
night." Off he drove with the other pickers.
The boys looked at each other.
"Smart guy, isn't he!" said =Gus bitterly.
"The big So-and-So," =Mike almost sobbed. He had never been so tired.
It was nearly noon when the boys woke on Saturday. =Gus turned on his radio, and they lay in
their bunks thinking about their new job.
A gardener was talking on the radio about aphids on roses and how ladybugs would eat them.
You could send away and buy the ladybugs for ten dollars a kilogram!
"That's crazy" =Mike thought. Then the idea struck him. Why not? =Mom was always poofing
green powder on the rosebushes to kill aphids, but they still kept coming!


It's beluga whale
roundup time at this northern =Manitoba seaport on the shores of =HudsonBay and that means
excitement. Three high speed boats dart back and forth in pursuit of a few specified whales from
the large sea mammal herd around the mouth of the =Churchill River.
It's estimated there are about =12000 beluga whales along the Southwestern. =HudsonBay coast.
Of that number, about =2500 are in the immediate Churchill area.
The art of the hunt is to maneuver one of the alert, elusive whales into shallow water-about a
meter deep-so that two "jumpers" can leap from the speeding craft to make the capture.
The jumpers-the cold water cowboys-are apt to lose a few teeth or be knocked unconscious by
lashing tails.
Earlier this month, two whales were captured for the =Vancouver aquarium.
"Cold Water Cowboys" adapted from the =NorthBayNugget, July =29, =1985. Used by
permission.  In =Vancouver, the =Churchill whales will share a pool with another beluga named
=Kavna who has occupied the premises since =1976.
=GeorgeHickes, one of the six brothers who with other friends have pioneered the special tactic
for capturing belugas, said that of the fifty whales he has helped capture since the =1960's, all
appear to be doing well in aquariums around the world.



went on, glaring at the kids. "Come on now, everybody on the bus."
As =Safiya climbed on she could see =Anson, sitting next to =Mara. He looked taller, and as she
got closer she could see he was bouncing up and down on =Mara's knapsack. "Where's =Susan?"
she whispered to =Mara.
"I saw her get on," =Mara whispered back. "She was about three kids ahead of me." She looked
worried. =Susan was nowhere to be seen.
=Safiya pushed her way to the back of the bus. If she knew Susan, that's where she'd be! =Safiya
started to look under the seats, behind the seats =Susan had to be somewhere!
=Safiya and =Mara exchanged desperate looks. Where was she? What if she wasn't on the bus
after all!
Suddenly there was a series of terrible screams from somewhere near the front of the bus. The
bus screeched to a stop, it's rear end swinging wildly. The bus driver was a tower of rage as he
undid his seatbelt and stood up. "WHO
SCREAMED?" he bellowed. "I want those children off my bus!"
A white-faced seatful of kids raised shaking hands. "We thought it was the tarantula," one of
them quavered.
"There's something wiggling under the s-s-eat," stammered another. "Something big and
HAIRY."
The three counselors collected around the seat. One of them got down on his hands and knees.
"There is something under there!" he said in disbelief. "Something or someone!"
=Safiya threw a horrified glance at =Mara, whose face was turning beet red. =Susan! "She's
ours," =Safiya blurted.
The first counsellor glared at her. The second counselor pulled a small, squirming =Susan out
from under the seat.
"What's your sister doing under the seat?" demanded the third counselor in a voice like thunder.
"Hiding," said =Susan, in her clear high voice. "Because =Anson and me's too small to go to
Camp =Washimagoshi."



=Lena saw the tears and knew she had better answer before he really started to cry. She said, very
matter-of-factly, "It means `take your shoes off."' So they both did just that. Shoes in hand, they
walked on the cool green grass, digging their toes into the damp earth. =Poppy trotted along with
them, her ears cocked and her tail up, sniffing and listening to everything.
Soon they spotted another sign by a curve in the path. =Lena read =BROMELIA and said surely,
"We go this
way now." She seemed to be so sure of herself that no one, especially a smaller boy, would have
questioned her.
"OK," he agreed, "but what does it mean?"
"It means a place to eat lunch," she answered. She had begun to believe that she actually
understood the signs.
"We don't have any lunch," said =Roger sadly.
"No, but we will have when we get to =Bromelia's, you just wait and see."
"How do you know?" asked =Roger. "I bet you're just making up stuff to tell me so I won't cry.
Besides, I am really hungry."
"I've got it all figured out," said =Lena. Then she lowered her voice to a whisper and said slowly,
"We are in a MAGIC
PLACE and all the SIGNS ARE IN MAGIC LANGUAGE!" Her eyes were so wide and
excited and her voice sounded so strange that =Roger believed every word. But he had to ask,
"How come you
can read MAGIC  LANGUAGE and I can't?"



Couldn't I go with you tomorrow?"
"I don't know about that, =Glenda," her father said. "=Jacob's the pilot, and I'm not sure he'd want
a passenger."
=JacobJakabaysh paused in his check of the plane.
"Why not let her come, =Andy?" he said. "She can help us look for the herds. We can always use
an extra pair of eyes."
So =Glenda became one of the team. Every day she flew over the tundra in the big red =Beaver
looking for caribou herds.
As you read the next part of the story, think about results, or effects.
What was the effect of the high water in the river?
What was the effect of =Glenda's careful searching?
On =Glenda's fifth day, the caribou counters had no luck at all. =Glenda felt as if they'd been
flying for hours, and they hadn't seen a single caribou. Her eyes
were tired from watching the ground for the slightest movement. She had almost fallen asleep
when, suddenly, the plane banked sharply to the left.
"Look-there on the river!" yelled the pilot above the noise. "That herd didn't make it!"
=Glenda looked down below the skis of the plane. She could see the bodies of dozens of caribou
floating in the river.
"What happened?" she cried.
"The water's high this year, and the river current is swift," said =Jacob. "The caribou must have
drowned trying to cross the river."
"We'd better try to count them, anyway," said =Glenda's father.
They flew on for several minutes, then turned and flew back over the opposite river bank.
Suddenly =Glenda saw something move.
"Look, one's alive!" she shouted. "That one made it across! It's safe!"
=AndyMilne and =JacobJakabaysh pressed their noses against the plexi-glass and looked.
Clothing of the
Plains Indians.

The =Plains Indians wore clothing made from dressed hides. Preparing the hides for the clothing
was a long, backbreaking process. The fresh wet hide was stretched and pegged to the ground or
stretched on a rack. It was scraped clean of fat and flesh and then soaked in a pool of water for
three days or until the hair or fur began to slip off. It was stretched again and the

remaining hair scraped off. After drying, the hide was rubbed with a prepared mixture of sand
and animal brains, and again left to dry. In the final stage the hide was worked by rubbing it
together until it was soft and pliable. Sometimes the finished product was tanned light brown or
it was colored with natural dyes.
Dyes were obtained from plants or minerals, such as iron ore for a reddish color. From other
minerals came green, blue, yellow, orange, and purple. Powdered coal, charcoal, and soot black
were also used, as well as crushed berries and rushes. Because the Indians lived so close to
nature, they observed how nature's colors were blended and blended theirs in the same way.
All the sewing was done with sinew, using an awl or a bone needle. The decorating of clothing
was done with dyed porcupine quills and later, with dyed horse hair and beads.


=Old Bent-leg was sitting before the fire. =Bent-leg kept tally on the game that younger hunters
brought.
=Tall-tree dropped the bird on the small pile of animals near the old man.
=Bent-leg nodded. Then he jerked his head toward the wolf cub that hung, whining, from
=Tall-tree's hand.
"What is that?" grunted the old hunter.
"A small four-legs night-howler," replied  =Tall-tree, giving his people's name for the animal.
"The thought came to me that I could keep it tied in my cave and feed it scraps from my own
food. When it is full grown, we can kill it for its meat."
=Bent-leg frowned, but then realized the cleverness of =Tall-tree's thinking. "That is good!" he
exclaimed. "It is little meat now, but it will be much meat later!"
Food was always a problem for the tribe. Every day, the men hunted for animals and birds. The
women and children searched for roots, berries, and insects that could be eaten. Everything
were bright, shiny, black plastic. And they were fleece-lined, at least that's what the label said.
And they had thick shiny laces that wound their way through large brass rings.
Stephen had never seen boots like them. He had been to the store twice just to touch them. He
liked to press his fingers on the plastic and then "haw" with his breath and rub the fingermarks
away until the boots were all shiny black again. He liked to feel the soft fleecy lining. He liked
everything about them. And the more he thought about the boots, the more he wanted. them!
=David, his new friend, would be having them, he was sure of that. =David's mother was
the new teacher and she didn't know how to make mukluks.
=Stephen thought that if =Gran sold themukluks she was making for him, she could buy him the
boots instead. But he couldn't ask her to do that. Somehow the words to say just wouldn't come
out. =Stephen had told =Gran about the boots and about how =David would probably be getting
them. But he couldn't come right out and say he'd rather have the boots than the mukluks.
=Gran had nearly finished. She too hadn't been her usual self. She had hardly done any mukluk
talking while she sewed. She had been watching =Stephen, as if she were trying to hear his
thoughts.
It didn't feel a bit like mukluk time! =Stephen got up suddenly and said he was going out for a
while. He'd be back later. =Gran just nodded.
When =Stephen got back, =Gran was talking to =David and =David's mother. She was smiling.
So was =David. He was looking down at the mukluks on his feet and his face was shining.
prince. She thought he had simply forgotten her.


One afternoon, the tired, lonely prince sat down at the side of the road and said, "Alas, it's
hopeless. Never again shall I see my lovely Umbrella."
The words were scarcely out of his mouth when a brilliant burst of light appeared before him.
There stood the very same fairy godmother who had helped =Cinderella.
"Who are you?" asked the startled prince.
"I am your fairy godmother. Whenever people are sad and need help very badly I always turn up,"
she replied.
"Oh, please, please," cried the prince, "can you help me find my lovely Umbrella? I can't live
without my Umbrella."
"What's so special about a silly old umbrella?" asked the fairy godmother.
"She's not silly and she's not old," said the prince. "She's the most beautiful princess I know and I
want to marry her."
"You want to marry your umbrella?" asked the fairy godmother.
"Oh, yes. She's very lovely, with golden hair and a dress covered in diamonds and pearls. She
came to my birthday ball."
"Was she by any chance wearing glass slippers?"
"Yes, yes!" cried the prince in amazement. "Do you know her?"
"I was the one who dressed her and sent her to your party. But gracious me, her name isn't
Umbrella."
"Oh, yes," argued the prince. "See where she wrote her name on the bottom of her slipper?"
"Can't you read?" asked the fairy godmother. "That says =Cinderella."
"Oh, no," groaned the prince. "All this time I've been calling out the wrong name!"
Just then the fairy godmother waved her magic wand, and who should appear but =Cinderella,
looking as lovely as ever. The prince was overjoyed to see her and explained how he had made a
terrible mistake.


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