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Park, Barbara.
Junie B., starting time grader : Turkeys we have loved and eaten (and other thankful stuff) /
Barbara Park; illustrated past Denise Brunkus. — 1st ed.
p. cm. — (Junie B. Jones; #28)
"A Stepping Stone volume."
Summary: To celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday, Mr. Scary'due south get-go course class prepares a Thankful List for the school contest, simply Junie B. Jones finds it hard to be grateful for squash or Tattletale May.
eISBN: 978-0-307-97435-eight
[ane. Thanksgiving Day—Fiction. 2. Gratitude—Fiction. three. Schools—Fiction.
4. Humorous stories.] I. Brunkus, Denise, ill. 2. Title.
3. Title: Turkeys we have loved and eaten (and other thankful stuff).
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Contents
Cover
Other Books by This Author
Title Folio
Copyright
Dedication
i. The Contest
2. Some Thankfuls
three. Thankful Bags
4. Diving
5. Talking Information technology Over
six. Something in Common
7. Stinky
8. Three Squeezes
nine. Socks and Other Surprises
10. Naming Stuff
eleven. The Feast
12. Happy Turkey Day!
1
The Contest
I airtight my journal and thought well-nigh squash.
"Bluck," I said out loud. "I hate squash."
May did a frown.
"Shush, Junie Jones! Tin can't you run across that I am even so writing?" she said.
May is the girl who sits next to me.
I am not thankful for her.
Merely then, my teacher Mr. Scary stood up at his desk-bound.
"Boys and girls, it'south time to get started on our Thankful Listing for the schoolhouse contest," he said. "Can everyone delight put your journals away?"
"YES!" we shouted back. "Yes! YES! YES!"
Then all the children slammed our journals shut very happy.
SLAM! SLAM! BAM! SLAM! BAM! SLAM! SLAM! BAM!
Mr. Scary sucked in his cheeks at us.
He made u.s.a. open our journals again. And we had to shut them quietly.
It was some sort of slamming lesson, I believe.
Finally, he moved on.
"Okay. Last night's homework was to write down some of the things that you are thankful for," he said.
He picked up a slice of chalk. "Today I volition start press our Thankful List on the board," he said. "We will work on the list today and tomorrow. And then nosotros will enter information technology in the school Thankful Contest."
A male child named Roger raised his manus.
"Do we go a prize if we win?" he asked. "I e'er try harder if at that place'south a prize involved."
Mr. Scary did a frown at him.
"We're not doing this for a prize, Roger," he said. "We're doing this to celebrate the things we are thankful for."
Roger tapped his fingers on his desk.
"Then is that a aye or a no on the prize?" he asked.
Mr. Scary stood there a minute. Then, all of a sudden, a smile came on his face up.
Nosotros did not expect that.
"Okay. Fine, Roger," he said. "I was going to let this be a surprise if we won. Simply yep. There is a prize for winning the contest."
All of Room Ane perked upwards our ears.
'Cause who doesn't love prizes, of course!
"What is it? What is it?" we called out. "What is the prize? Tell u.s.a.! Tell the states! Tell us!"
Mr. Scary walked back and along very thinking. He said he was really not supposed to tell us the surprise.
But then ha!
He did a wink!
And he told us anyhow!
"The winning class is going to get a homemade pumpkin pie," he said.
He smiled real big.
"And here is the best office. The pie will be made by our very own lunch lady, Mrs. Gladys Gutzman!"
Afterwards that, all of the children just saturday there. And we didn't say whatever words.
Instead, our faces turned kind of sickish. And we slumped mode down in our chairs.
Finally, I raised my manus.
"Pumpkin pie makes me vomit," I said.
My friend Herbert nodded.
"Me too," he said. "Pumpkin pie makes me vomit, too."
"Me three," said my other friend named Shirley.
"Me four," said a boy named Lennie. "My grandmother'due south pumpkin pie sits in my mouth similar a bi
k wad of broth glop."
Roger looked at Mr. Scary.
"A prize that makes us vomit doesn't seem like much to shoot for," he said.
Mr. Scary sabbatum downwards at his desk. And rubbed his head.
"Okay. Let's but forget about the pie," he said. "Really. This contest is non about winning a pie. This competition is nigh appreciating all the wonderful things in the world that we are thankful for."
He looked effectually the room.
"If we're lucky plenty to win, the real prize will be how proud we'll feel about doing our best," he said. "A first-grade class has never won this contest before. Simply I think this grade has a smashing hazard. Y'all are definitely the most creative commencement graders I've ever had."
Roger stood upwardly.
"Now that I believe," he said. "My brother Rodney was in your class last year. And Rodney is a dolt."
Mr. Scary airtight his optics. And so he rubbed his head more.
This was not going to be a good morning, probably.
two
Some Thankfuls
Mr. Scary moved on once more.
"Okay, boys and girls. Allow's really get started now. If you'll delight take out your homework papers, we'll begin sharing our ideas. Who would like to go beginning?"
I quick pulled out my homework.
"ME! ME! ME!" I shouted. " 'Cause I have four first-class thankfuls! And I am non even kidding!"
Then I sprang upward like a spring. And I started to read my Thankful List.
"First, I am thankful for the turkey I honey at Thanksgiving. Second, I enjoy the gravy. Plus, number 3, I am thankful for the kind of cranberry jelly that comes in a tin can … only fifty-fifty when you have it out of the tin, information technology withal keeps looking exactly like the tin can!"
I looked at my teacher. "That stuff is like magic," I said. "I do not know how farmers grow it in that shape."
Mr. Scary stared at me a existent long fourth dimension.
I looked back at my list.
"Oh! And here is my favorite one of all!" I said. "I am thankful for the kind of biscuits that come in a tube. Then you Bash them on the counter! And they come exploding out! And everyone jumps! Plus also, my blood brother Ollie starts to cry."
I grinned real big. "That is simply a fun bunch of biscuits."
My friend Herbert jumped out of his seat.
"I can't believe information technology, Junie B.! I am thankful for those biscuits, as well!" he said.
He quick grabbed his homework page and held it up.
"Look! See? It's right hither on my newspaper! Exploding biscuits!"
After that, me and Herb did a high v. And a low five. And a medium five.
Also, we did a fist crash-land.
A fist bump is when you lot knock your knuckles together.
Sometimes information technology can be painful.
May threw back her head at us.
"Oh no, no, no!" she said. "That cannot be true. Both of you did not write that by yourselves. You copied each other! I know you did! Who in the earth is thankful for exploding biscuits?"
All of the children idea for a second.
Then, one past one, they all started to shout.
"I am!"
"I am!"
"I am, too!" they shouted.
My friend named Sheldon Potts sprang up from his chair.
"Me too!" he called. "One time, I ate SIX exploding biscuits correct out of the tube! And they weren't even cooked yet!"
All of our eyes popped out of our heads.
'Cause that was the greatest exploding-biscuits story we ever heard.
We looked back at Mr. Scary. His eyes were stuck on Sheldon.
"Yous're a fascinating picayune boy, Sheldon Potts," he said.
"Yes, I know. You go along telling me that," said Sheldon.
Mr. Scary smiled. So he turned to the board. And he wrote the words THANKFUL List.
"Okay, Junie B. How virtually if you selection out your meridian 2 favorites. And we'll start the listing off with them."
I stared at my paper very thinking. And then I told him my two favorites. And Mr. Scary printed them on the board:
ane. CRANBERRY JELLY IN A Can
ii. EXPLODING BISCUITS
He took a footstep dorsum.
"Well, just as I thought. Nosotros're off to an interesting first," he said.
He turned back to Room One.
"As nosotros proceed—if you've brought a long list—delight but selection the two things that you are the most thankful for. Okay?"
"Okay!" we shouted dorsum.
My friend named Lennie waved his hand to go next.
"All correct, Lennie. Your turn. Tell the states the number ane thing in your life that y'all are the well-nigh thankful for."
Lennie yelled information technology out.
"NIPSY DOODLES!" he said real loud. "I LOVE NIPSY DOODLES!"
Mr. Scary'southward face up went funny.
He did not move for a infinitesimal.
Then, finally, his eyebrows raised to the top of his head.
"Nipsy Doodles, Len?" he repeated kind of tranquility. "Really? That'due south the number 1 thing in your life that you're thankful for? Nipsy Doodles?"
Lennie nodded.
Then he checked his homework but to be sure.
"Aye," he said. "Nipsy Doodles is number i."
He smiled. "They are a tasty trivial cheese snack unlike whatsoever other."
Mr. Scary nodded very slow. "Yes. I know, Lennie. I've heard the commercial. And I'1000 sure they're very tasty. Just—just out of marvel—what is number two on your list?"
Lennie's face up started to beam.
"Number 2! Rainbow sprinkles!" he yelled.
All of Room One started to clap.
Because the whole world loves rainbow sprinkles, of course!
Mr. Scary didn't move once again.
Then finally, he picked up the chalk. And he added Lennie's two thankfuls to the listing.
three. NIPSY DOODLES
4. RAINBOW SPRINKLES
He stepped dorsum and took a large breath.
"All rightie. Let's take some other await at what we accept here so far," he said. "We have 4 succulent food items, don't we? Simply merely remember … there are other things to be thankful for, too. Correct, boys and girls?"
"Right!" we said.
We thought and thought.
"Similar what?" we said.
Mr. Scary chuckled.
"Well, for one thing, in our land nosotros're lucky to have freedom," he said. "Freedom is one reason the Pilgrims came to America."
He looked around the room.
"Did anyone put freedom on your Thankful List?"
All of the children looked at their lists.
Then anybody shook their heads no.
Roger stood up again.
"Nosotros're simply six," he said. "We don't really have any freedom."
He thought for a second. "I'thou not even allowed to cross the street past myself."
"Me neither," said Shirley. "I have to stay in my ain front end m."
José raised his hand. "I accept to go to bed at vii-thirty. And half the time it's still light outside," he said.
Herbert stood up, too. "Well, wait till you hear this one! I take to eat cooked carrots or I don't go a cookie afterward dinner," he said.
Just then, Sheldon slapped his hand on his desk. And he shouted real loud.
"AND I AM FORCED TO TAKE A MULTI-VITAMIN!" he hollered. "Does THAT sound like liberty?"
Mr. Scary quick held upward his hand.
"Okay, okay. Calm downwards, everyone! I get information technology! I become it!" he said.
He looked back at our Thankful List.
Then he nodded at us very thoughtful.
"Boys and girls, y'all are absolutely correct. You are starting time graders. And you tin can exist thankful for whatsoever you want," he said.
"This list should be exactly what you desire it to exist. Non me … not the competition judges. Not anyone else but you."
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nbsp; He smiled.
"Thanks for showing me that," he said.
"You're welcome," we said dorsum.
We are a polite group.
Mr. Scary looked happy again. "All correct. Who would like to go side by side?" he said. "And recollect. Whatever you say will be perfectly fine with me."
Sheldon jumped upward.
"TOILET Paper! I AM THANKFUL FOR TOILET Newspaper!" he shouted.
Mr. Scary'south eyes got big and broad.
But he quick snapped out of information technology. And he printed the words on the lath.
"Number v … toilet paper," he said.
Sheldon grinned existent excited. "Nosotros're going to win this contest for certain!" he said.
He did a thumbs-upwards at Room One.
Then all of u.s. did a thumbs-up back.
Except not actually Mr. Scary.
three
Thankful Bags
I put downwards my pencil. And I looked around the room.
All of the children had their Thankful Bags side by side to their chairs. Some of the numberless looked emptyish. And some of them looked fullish.
My Thankful Handbag looked middle-ish.
I picked it upwards and put it on my desk.
And then I leaned over. And I tapped on May'due south arm.
"My Thankful Pocketbook is middle-ish," I said existent pleasant.
May did not pay attending to me.
I tapped on her arm again.
"You are probably wondering what is in my bag. Just I cannot tell you. On account of it has to stay a surprise until Prove-and-Tell," I said.
May turned her back on me.
This fourth dimension, I tapped on her head.
"Helpful hint: It is non my brother Ollie," I said.
Just and so, May exploded out of her seat! And she tattletaled existent loud!
"MR. SCARY! MR. SCARY! JUNIE JONES Volition NOT STOP BOTHERING ME!" she hollered.
Mr. Scary frowned his eyebrows at me.
I waved my fingers very friendly.
"Hello. How are you today? I am fine," I said. "I was just showing May my Thankful Bag."
I held it upwards in the air.
"It is eye-ish," I said.
Mr. Scary kept on frowning.
I put my bag on my desk. And I folded my hands very polite.
"Okay. I gauge that about wraps it up," I said.
Mr. Scary got a teensy smile on his face.
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