Stories of Friendship

Table of Contents
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Rabbit’s Prize 430L
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A Valentine by Very Special Delivery
440L
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Benjy’s Great Name Hunt 400L
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Digger and Dander 370L
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The Perfect Friend 350L
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The Mystery of Pig’s Missing Leaves
420L
14Teeter-Totter 360L
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Goose Says Good-Bye 420L
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The Rabbit Trap 370L
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Rabbit’s Prize
By Clare Mishica
Art by Kathi Ember
“You won the
contest!”
“You won the contest! You won!”
cheered Rabbit’s friends when he opened
his front door. “You guessed the number
of jellybeans in Mr. Tortoise’s jar!”
“I did?” asked Rabbit. He couldn’t
believe his good luck. He had never won
anything before. He f lipped open his
notebook to the picture he had drawn of
the jellybean jar. He looked at the
number written underneath. “Are you
sure there were three hundred and
thirty-four jellybeans?”
“Yes!” shouted Porcupine. “Now
you can pick out a prize from Mr.
Tortoise’s store.”
“Jumping jellybeans!” cried Rabbit. “I
don’t know which prize to pick!”
Mr. Tortoise’s store had shelves stacked
with toys and games and gadgets.
But his friends had lots of ideas.
“You should get a rubber raft,” said
Raccoon. He grabbed Rabbit’s broom and
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pretended to paddle. “Then we could go
fishing together.”
“Maybe,” said Rabbit. He drew a
raft in his notebook.
“A drum would be better,” said
Opossum. He beat a rat-a-tat on Rabbit’s
footstool. “We could play music together.”
“That’s a good idea, too,” said Rabbit.
He drew a drum under the raft.
“Wait,” said Porcupine. “A kite would be
the best.” He grabbed a blanket from the
couch and ran around f lapping it in the
air. “We could f ly kites together, and I
could show you how to do dips and spins.”
“Thank you,” said Rabbit, and he drew
a kite below the raft and the drum.
“Which prize do you want?” asked
Opossum.
Rabbit looked at all his pictures.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Let’s go to
the shop and look around.”
Ta-ling, ta-ling tinkled the bell above
the door to Mr. Tortoise’s store.
“Hello,” said Mr. Tortoise. “Did you
come to pick out your prize?”
“Yes,” said Rabbit. “My friends gave me
lots of ideas.” Rabbit showed Mr. Tortoise
the pictures he had drawn.
“I have all those things,” said Mr.
Tortoise with a slow turtle smile. “Look
on the back shelf.”
“Yes!” said Raccoon, Porcupine, and
Opossum. They rushed to the back of the
store. But Rabbit did not go with them.
He was too busy looking at a big square
box on the front shelf. His eyes got very
big and round.
“Come and see!” shouted Rabbit to his
friends. He was so happy, his voice
squeaked. “I found my prize!”
Raccoon, Opossum, and Porcupine
came running. They looked at the
box Rabbit was holding.
“That’s too small to hold a raft,” sighed
Raccoon.
“Did you come to
pick out your prize?”
“It’s too f lat to be a drum,” said
Opossum.
“Maybe it’s a kite,” said Porcupine
hopefully.
“No, it’s not a kite,” said Rabbit. He
opened the box to show everyone. It was a
super-deluxe paint set.
“Look at all these colors! Look at all
these brushes!” said Rabbit. “Now I can
paint every picture that I draw!” He
hugged the paint set and danced around
the f loor.
Raccoon, Opossum, and Porcupine
watched Rabbit. Then they laughed. “A
paint set is the best prize for you, Rabbit,”
said Porcupine.
“Yes!” said Rabbit. “But I don’t know
what to paint first.”
“A sunset,” said Raccoon.
“A lake,” said Opossum.
“A rainbow,” said Porcupine.
Rabbit’s friends always had lots
of ideas.
A Valentine by
Very Special
Delivery
By Marilyn Kratz
Art by Stephanie Roth
“Mom! Look at the pretty balloon and
all the valentines I got!”
called Ann as she rushed
into the apartment.
“They’re beautiful,”
How do you deliver
said Mom. “Did you enjoy
“I think that will
a valentine to a
the party at school?”
work,” said Mom,
sick friend?
smiling.
“Yes,” said Ann. “But I’m
Ann phoned Tina,
sorry Tina had to miss it. I
who lived in the apartment
couldn’t even give her a valentine.”
upstairs.
“She’s almost over her chickenpox,”
“Please come out to the top of the
said Mom. “You can take her a valentine
stairs in five minutes,” said Ann.
soon.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“But today is Valentine’s Day,” said
Ann. She looked sadly at the big red
“I’ll be there,” said Tina.
balloon floating above her head.
Quickly, Ann taped a colorful valentine
Suddenly she had an idea. She
to the balloon’s string. Then she ran to
explained it to Mom.
the stairs leading up to Tina’s
apartment. She stood directly below the
top of the stairs.
“Hi, Tina!” she called when she saw
her friend above. “Catch!”
Ann let go of the balloon. Up it floated,
carrying the valentine.
“You can keep the balloon,” said Ann.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Thanks!” said Tina as she caught the
balloon. “What a great valentine!”
Ann laughed. “And it’s probably the
first one you ever got by special delivery
‘air mail’!”
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we thought Benjamin Hollow sounded
good all by itself.”
Benjy frowned. “I still don’t think it’s
fair,” he said.
“What’s not fair?” Dad asked, coming
out of his office.
“I think I should have a middle name.”
Dad ruffled Benjy’s hair. “Tell you
what, Benjy,” he said. “Why don’t you
pick out one for yourself?”
Could he find a middle name
that was just right?
“What’s not fair?”
Benjy’s Great
Name Hunt
By Fran Hodgkins
Art by Jennifer Emery
“I don’t think it’s fair,” Benjy said to
his mom. They were taking off their
jackets in the hall, which was decorated
with photos from both sides of the
family. Some were Dad’s relatives, with
names like Joseph and Siobhan. Some
were Mom’s family, with names like Li
and Jen-Hwa.
“My friends Kyle and Toby have
middle names,” said Benjy. “Why don’t I
have a middle name?”
Mom hung up her jacket. “I can’t
remember why we decided not to give
you a middle name,” she said. “I guess
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“Do you really mean it?” asked Benjy.
Dad looked at Mom. “Sure, Benjy,” said
Mom. “I’m sure you’ll pick a good name.
One to be proud of.”
Benjy beamed.
Before school he told Kyle and Toby
about it. “That’s great! Getting to pick
your own name! My name would be
Tarzan,” Kyle said.
“You can’t do that!” Toby said. “It has to
be a real person’s name.”
“Tarzan was real.”
“No, he wasn’t.”
The bell rang and stopped the
argument. Benjy thought maybe he ought
to get some other ideas. At recess he
asked Wallace McDermott about his
middle name. “My middle name is
Steven. It’s my dad’s name.”
Benjy’s dad was named Benjamin.
Benjamin Benjamin Hollow. That
wouldn’t work.
At lunch Toby said, “Benjamin Franklin
was real.” He looked at Kyle, who
frowned. “How about Benjamin Franklin
Hollow?”
Benjy said, “I’ll think about it.”
On the bus, he asked Anne-Marie what
her middle name was, but she wouldn’t
tell. Finally she whispered, “Daffodil. It’s
my mom’s favorite plant.” Her face was
red as she hurried off the bus at her stop.
Mom met Benjy at the bus stop. “I
thought of names all day,” he said.
“Nothing fits. The closest I came was
Benjamin Franklin Hollow.”
“Well, that’s an interesting name,”
Mom said. “But are you sure you’ve tried
everything? Even family names?”
“I tried Dad’s name, but that just
sounded silly. Besides, I don’t want a
used name for my middle name.”
“Just because someone you love has
that name doesn’t make it a used name,”
Mom said.
Benjy thought maybe he
ought to get some other ideas.
“Mom! Who’s this?”
After dinner, Benjy sat on the stairs
and looked at the family pictures on the
wall. He noticed a small black- and-white
photo he had never seen before. It
showed a man in a stiff suit gazing
proudly at the camera. “Mom!” he called.
“Who’s this?”
Mom came down the stairs and looked
at the picture. “That’s a photo Grandma
sent me last week. It’s her father. Your
great-grandfather.”
What’s his name?”
“Sun-King Yee.”
“He was a king?”
Mom smiled. “No, he was a woodcarver. He left China to come here to
start a new life. He was a good man, a
strong and brave man. If not for him,
neither one of us would be here.”
Benjy looked at the picture again.
Benjamin Sun-King Hollow. It was
perfect.
Digger and Dander were good friends.
They did everything together. They
played together. They went places together.
Their favorite place to go was to the
lake. But it was a long walk.
One day Digger had an idea.
“Let’s buy bicycles,” he said. “Then we
can ride to the lake.”
Dander looked in his pockets. “I have
two dollars.”
Digger looked in his pockets. “I have
two dollars, too.”
“I don’t think four dollars is enough for
two bicycles,” said Dander.
“Then we’ll earn more,” said Digger.
“How?” asked Dander.
“I’ll have a lemonade stand,” said
Digger.
“Good idea,” said Dander. “And I’ll
have a cookie stand.”
Digger took his two dollars and bought
supplies for lemonade. Dander took his
two dollars and bought supplies to make
cookies.
Digger set up his stand on one corner.
Dander set up his stand on the other
corner. They waited for customers. They
waited a long time.
Digger was getting hungry. “I have a
quarter left,” he said to himself. “I’ll buy
a cookie from Dander.”
Digger bought a cookie and shared it
with Dander. Then he went back to his
lemonade stand to wait for customers.
A little while later Dander was thirsty.
He looked at the quarter Digger had
given him.
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Digger
“I’ll buy a glass of lemonade from
Digger,” he said. And he did.
Time went by. Digger looked over at
Dander’s cookie stand.
“No one is buying cookies,” he said to
“I’ll buy a
cookie from
Dander.”
and Dander
By Wendi Silvano
Art by Liisa Chauncy Guida
They had
a perfect
plan to earn
money.
himself. “I think I’ll help out my friend.”
He went over to Dander’s stand.
“One cookie, please.”
“That will be twenty-five cents,” said
Dander, and took the quarter.
“How’s business?” asked Digger.
“Not too bad,” said Dander. “I’ve
already sold two cookies.”
“Good,” said Digger. “I’m sure we’ll
earn enough by the end of the day.”
Digger went back to selling lemonade.
Sure enough, it wasn’t long before he
had a customer. Dander bought another
glass of lemonade.
“Thank you,” said Digger.
“My pleasure,” said Dander.
That was how the afternoon went,
with Digger buying cookies and Dander
buying lemonade whenever they had a
quarter.
When the sun began to set, Digger was
out of lemonade and Dander was out of
cookies. They put away their stands and
went inside.
“How did we do?” asked Dander.
“I sold all my lemonade,” said Digger.
“And I sold all my cookies,” said Dander.
“Wow!” cried Digger. “Let’s get our
bicycles!”
Dander looked in his pockets.
“I have a quarter. How much do you
have?”
Digger looked in his pockets.
“I don’t have anything,” he said.
“How can that be?” said Dander. “We
sold everything.”
“Oh, well,” said Digger. “We can still
go to the lake. We’ll just have to walk.”
And so they did, first thing the next
day . . . together.
The
Perfect
Friend
By Genevieve Petrillo
Art by Debbie Palen
“Happy birthday, honey.”
“Wow!” Becky shouted. “A RoboPal!
Thanks, Mom.”
“She’s the Perfect Friend, like the one
you saw on airvision.”
“I love her! I really need a perfect
friend!”
Becky’s friends, Kim and Gloria, rode
hover boards with her, but taking turns
got old. They played virtual games, but
being a good sport was tough. They
watched airvision, but they could never
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agree on a show. Kim and
Gloria were good friends,
but they were not the
Perfect Friend.
The next morning, Mom
charged the photocell and
programmed the name
Dakota into Becky’s
RoboPal.
Dakota blinked and
hummed. “Dakota means
‘friend,’ ” she said. “It is
the perfect name for me.
What is your name?”
“I’m Becky. Let’s go
outside, Dakota.”
“Perfect.”
Awesome, Becky thought.
Finally, a perfect friend.
Becky zoomed around
on her hover board.
Dakota clapped. “You are
wonderful, Becky!” she
called. She never asked for
a turn.
“Let’s go inside,” Becky
said.
“Perfect,” said Dakota.
They watched cartoons on airvision.
“What do you want to watch?” Becky
asked Dakota.
“What do you want to watch?” Dakota
echoed.
Becky opened her mouth to answer,
then closed it. She switched channels
until she got bored.
“Let’s play virtual auto racing,” Becky
said.
“Perfect.”
“You are amazing,
Becky!”
Becky’s car was making a sharp turn
and speeding ahead on the track. “Come
on!” Becky cried.
“Would you like to win?” Dakota asked.
Becky stared at her RoboPal. “Of course
I want to win!”
“Perfect. You win.”
Becky looked into her stereoscope
viewer and saw that she had won.
Dakota clapped. “You are
amazing, Becky.”
Becky sighed and went to her
room.
Dakota sat in a chair while
Becky lay on her bed reading a
mystery book.
“Dakota, if you heard a scary
sound in the basement, would you
go down to see what it was?”
Becky asked.
“If you want me to, I will.”
“But would you want to?”
“Do you want me to?”
Becky sighed again. “Never mind.”
“Perfect.”
Later, Becky met Kim and Gloria
outside. “Guys, if you heard a scary sound
in the basement, would you go down to see
what it was?”
“I’d use the radar f lashlight and check
through the door. If the RF detected
something strange, I would not go down,”
Gloria said.
“I’d run down,” Kim said. “Strange
noises usually mean my cat, Firecracker,
is stuck someplace.”
Becky looked at her friends and smiled.
“I got a RoboPal for my birthday,” she said.
“The Perfect Friend?” asked Kim.
“She tries to be, but she’s not,” Becky
said. “Let’s ride hover boards.”
“Me first!” Gloria called.
“You were first last time,” Kim said.
“Why can’t I be first?”
“I love you guys,” said Becky. “You are
the perfect friends.”
“I love you guys.”
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By Lynnea Annette
Art by Don Tate
Pig was raking up her leaves: orange,
red, yellow, brown. The orange ones
looked like pumpkin sunsets.
She liked them.
She put down her rake.
She began to collect the orange leaves
in her apron.
Pig walked inside with an apron full
of pumpkin sunsets. She put them in a
bowl and set them in her window.
Jackrabbit jumped by Pig’s house.
He saw the rake. He saw the red and
yellow and brown leaves. He decided to
help Pig. He began raking the leaves.
The red leaves looked like roses and
raspberries.
He liked them.
He put down the rake.
He began to collect the red leaves
in his bag.
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He jumped back to his house with a bag
full of roses and raspberries. He put them
in a bowl and set them in his window.
Spotted Dog trotted by Pig’s house. He
saw the rake.
Jackrabbit
liked the
red leaves.
He saw the yellow and brown leaves. He
The yellow leaves looked
decided to help Pig. He picked up the
like butter i the su .
rake. He began raking the leaves.
The yellow leaves looked like butter in
the sun.
He liked them.
He put down the rake.
He began to collect the yellow leaves in
his sand bucket.
He trotted back to his house with a
bucket full of butter in the sun. He put the
leaves in a bowl and set them in his window.
Armadillo walked by Pig’s house. She
saw the rake. She saw the brown leaves.
She decided to help Pig. She picked up
the rake.
The crunchy brown leaves
looked like fun.
“Come join in the fun!”
Pig ca e out to
She raked all the brown
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“Whee!” they all said,
yard—but
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Pig came out to finish raking
jumping in a giant pile of
yard was clear! crunchy brown leaves.
her yard—but her yard was all
clear! What a mystery. She
looked at the houses on her street.
She saw beautiful bowls filled
with pumpkin sunsets, roses
and raspberries, and butter in
the sun.
Armadillo’s window was
empty. But her yard was not.
Pig ran to knock on
Jackrabbit’s door. “Look!”
she said.
Pig and Jackrabbit ran to
knock on Spotted Dog’s door.
“Look!” they said.
Pig, Jackrabbit, and
Spotted Dog ran to
Armadillo’s yard.
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Otter finds a teeter-totter. He hops on
one end. He goes down. He stays down.
“A teeter-totter is no fun with just one,”
says Otter. “I need a friend to play.”
Here comes Bear Cub. He’s twice as
heavy as Otter. Otter hops on one end.
Bear Cub hops on the other end. Otter
goes way up high. He stays up. He doesn’t
like to be stuck way up there.
“Let me down!” cries Otter.
Bear Cub gets off the teeter-totter.
Down comes Otter. Bear Cub walks away.
“A teeter-totter is no fun with just one,”
says Otter. “I need a friend to play.”
Here comes Skunk. He’s half as heavy
as Otter. Skunk hops on one end. Otter
hops on the other end. This time, Skunk
goes way up high.
“Let me down!” cries Skunk. Down
comes Skunk. Skunk runs away.
“A teeter-totter is no fun with just one,”
says Otter. “I need a friend to play.”
Here comes Skunk with his twin, Skip.
Together, they weigh just as much as Otter.
Skunk and Skip hop on one end. Otter hops
on the other end. Now Otter, Skunk, and
Skip go up and down, up and down.
Here comes Bear Cub again. “I need a
friend to play, too,” he says.
So Skunk, Skip, and Otter hop on one
end. Bear Cub hops on the other end.
They go up and down, up and down.
Now all four can play.
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Otter goes up. He stays up.
“Let me down!” cries Skunk.
Together, the twins weigh
just as much as Otter.
They go up and down,
up and down.
“It’s almost time,”
said Goose. She gazed up at
the clear blue sky. She felt
the warm spring sun on her
back. A gentle breeze ruffled
her feathers. She hoped the breeze
would blow toward the North tomorrow. That was when she would begin
her flight back to Canada. A tail wind
always helped.
Goose waddled over to the old oak
tree. The tree grew next to the pond that
Goose had called home for the past six
months. She found Squirrel nibbling an
acorn at the base of the tree.
“I came to say good-bye,” said Goose.
“I’m flying north tomorrow.”
“There’s nothing like a change in scenery now and then,” said Squirrel. “I took
a little vacation to Taylor Farm last
week. I had a great time playing hideand-seek with the rabbits.”
“I came to say
good-bye.”
Goose S
“No,” said Goose. “I’m not taking a little vacation. I’ll be gone for six months.”
“I’ll miss you, but I hope you have
fun,” said Squirrel. She scampered off in
search of more acorns.
Goose waddled over to the edge
of the pond. She found Beaver swimming
near the shore.
“Want to play duck, duck, goose?”
asked Beaver. “I could ask Duck to join
us. He’s swimming nearby.”
“I don’t have time to play,” said Goose.
“I came to say good-bye. I’m leaving for
Canada tomorrow.”
“I had a cousin who moved to Mexico
a few years ago,” said Beaver. “She liked
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the climate there. Every now and then
she sends a postcard.”
“No,” said Goose. “I’m not moving
away forever. I’ll be back in the fall.”
“Have a safe trip, and don’t forget to
write,” said Beaver. He swam off to look
for a playmate.
Goose continued around the lake until
she found her friend Turtle. Turtle was
sunning himself on a rock at the edge of
the pond.
“I came to say good-bye,” said Goose. “I
have to leave for Canada tomorrow.”
“I had an uncle who had to leave the
pond,” said Turtle. “He grew too big and
he needed more space. The park ranger
moved him to a lake.”
“You
know?”
“No one is making me leave,” said
Goose. “All the geese are leaving. We’ll
be back in the fall.”
“I certainly hope so,” said Turtle, and
he slipped into the water.
Goose was settling herself in for
the night when she heard Owl call,
“Whoo, whoo?”
“It’s just me,” said Goose. “I’m going to
sleep. Tomorrow’s a busy day.”
“Migration?” said Owl.
“Goodness!” said Goose. “You know?”
“Of course,” said Owl. “That’s what
Canada geese do. They fly north in the
spring and south in the fall. Have six
months gone by already?”
“Yes,” said Goose. “Tomorrow’s the big
day.”
“Hope you get a tail wind,” said Owl,
and off he flew in search of dinner.
“See you in September,” called Goose.
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The
Rabbit
Trap
By Georgann Phillips Schultz
Art by Carol Koeller
“Lunch!” called Nate’s
mom.
“May I eat later, please?”
asked Nate.
“OK, but don’t forget,” said
Mom.
Nate plunked a card-board box down on
the grass in his backyard.
“What are you doing?” asked Jamie, his
friend from next door.
“Bait!”
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Nate had
big plans.
“I’m making a rabbit trap.”
“Will your mom and dad let you keep a
rabbit?”
“Nope. They said if I catch one, I
have to let it go.”
“Why?”
“Because wild animals
aren’t pets,” said Nate.
“Oh, OK. Can I help?” asked
Jamie.
“OK.”
“How will the rabbit
get in?”
“I don’t know,” Nate
answered.
“I know. We need a stick,”
said Jamie.
They found the perfect
stick. It was straight and
strong, with a Y on one end.
They lifted the box and set
one edge on the stick.
“Now a rabbit can get
under the trap,” said Nate,
bending down to look in
the opening.
“What if the rabbit
doesn’t knock out the
stick?” asked Jamie.
They walked around the
box, thinking.
“I know,” said Nate. “I’ll
be right back.” Nate ran
into his house. He came
back with a long string in
his hand.
“I’ll tie this string to the
stick. When the rabbit
hops under, we’ll pull the
stick out!”
Nate tied the string to the stick. They
held the other end of it and hid behind a
tree. They waited and waited. No rabbits
hopped by.
“We forgot something,” said Jamie.
They looked at each other.
“Bait!” they yelled.
“Do you have any carrots?” asked
Jamie.
“Nope,” said Nate. “Mom said I ate the
last one yesterday.”
“My mom just bought a big bag of
them. Let’s go ask her for one.”
They ran to Jamie’s house. When they
came back with carrots and apples, they
saw the stick lying on the ground. The
trap door was closed.
“We caught something!” Nate
shouted.
They crept closer to the box. Nate
peeked underneath.
“We caught something!”
“Did we catch a rabbit?” asked Jamie.
“There are two rabbits,” Nate said with
a grin. “One for each of us.”
The two friends sat under a tree,
crunching carrots and apples and eating
their rabbits—two rabbit-shaped cheese
sandwiches, that is.
Nate looked up and saw his mom
smiling at him from the window, and he
smiled back.