The Stories Julian Tells (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))

The Stories Julian Tells (A Stepping Stone Book(TM))

Ann Cameron

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0394828925

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Julian is a quick fibber and a wishful thinker. And he is great at telling stories. He can make people—especially his younger brother, Huey—believe just about anything. Like the story about the cats that come in the mail. Or the fig leaves that make you grow tall if you eat them off the tree. But some stories can lead to a heap of trouble, and that's exactly where Julian and Huey end up!

This book has been selected as a Common Core State Standards Text Exemplar (Grades 2-3, Stories) in Appendix B

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

yellow and brown ones were washing the windows and painting the house! You don’t suppose they could do that, do you?” “No, they can’t do that, Huey,” I said. “They don’t have a way to hold rags and paintbrushes.” “I suppose not,” Huey said. Every day Huey asked my father if the catalog had come. “Not yet,” my father kept saying. He was very pleased that Huey was so interested in the garden. Huey dreamed about the catalog cats again. A whole team of them was carrying a giant squash to the

just before the sun went down. My mother gave Huey and me baths. She said we were darker than the garden. She said we were dirty enough that she could grow plants on our hands and knees. When we were clean, we had supper, with chocolate pie for dessert, and went to bed. Huey went to sleep right away. But I didn’t. I put my jacket on over my pajamas and went out the back door to the garden. In the dark it looked as if the garden was sleeping. I lay down on the grass. It was cold and a little

I could hardly wait to grow my own sweet juicy purple figs. We planted the tree by our back fence, and I gave it water every day. And then one morning it had two new leaves. “Fig tree, you’re growing!” I said. I thought I should be growing too. There is a mark on the wall in the bathroom of our house, where my father measures us, and I ran into the house to measure myself against my old mark. I pressed my hand against my head, flat to the wall, and checked where my hand was compared to the old

flying higher and higher in the wind. Maybe I would see the catalog cats and get to be a good soccer player and have a ride in an airplane and the tallest fig tree in town. And Gloria would be my best friend. “Gloria,” I said, “did you wish we would be friends?” “You’re not supposed to ask me that!” Gloria said. “I’m sorry,” I answered. But inside I was smiling. I guessed one thing Gloria wished for. I was pretty sure we would be friends. Also by Ann Cameron ISBN: 0-679-88559-5 It

lemons,” he said. “It tastes like a night on the sea.” “You’ve made a hole in the pudding!” I said. “But since you did it, I’ll have a taste.” And it tasted like a whole night of lemons. It tasted like floating at sea. “It’s such a big pudding,” Huey said. “It can’t hurt to have a little more.” “Since you took more, I’ll have more,” I said. “That was a bigger lick than I took!” Huey said. “I’m going to have more again.” “Whoops!” I said. “You put in your whole hand!” Huey said. “Look at the

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