A Read Aloud Story by:
Maggie Bab Boon
This is the ball that started it all.

This is the cat with her bed in the hall
Who ran from the baby, sweet and small
Who hit the ball that started it all.

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by Judith A. Chance
At first glance, Ronny looked like every other kid in the first-grade classroom where I volunteered as the Reading Mom. Wind-blown hair, scuffed shoes, a little bit of dirt behind his ears, some kind of sandwich smear around his mouth.
On closer inspection, though, the layer of dirt on Ronny’s face, the crusty nose, and the packed grime under his fingernails told me he didn’t get dirty at school. He arrived that way.
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