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The Rubik's Cube
Guy was terrified. He did not want to move to
Ghana. He did not want go to a far away African country and leave his friends
behind in Calgary. It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't an only child. He didn't
want to hang out with kids that spoke a strange language and he didn't want to
eat their yucky food.
Guy's parents were missionaries. During the last
twelve months they had been preparing to go to Ghana to share Jesus with the
people who lived there.
Guy could not convince them to leave him behind
in Canada with his Uncle Harry and Aunt Sylvia. His parents insisted that a
twelve-year-old boy belonged with his parents, no matter where they lived.
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An Anniversary Surprise
Steve held the door open proudly and let his mom
and dad enter the restaurant. Today he felt ten feet tall. It wasn't often that
an eleven year old took his parents out to dinner and he was pleased with
himself.
Actually, his sister Shelley, who was ten, had
helped. They pooled their allowances for two months so they could give their
parents a special anniversary present this year. Harold knew that his parents –
especially his mom- loved going out for dinner.
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Just Plain Ruth
I am Ruth Megan Melinda Morgan.
Everyone calls me Ruth, except for my dad. He calls me "Dimples" because when I
smile I show my dimples, one in each cheek. Sometimes I get bored being just
plain Ruth and I pretend to be someone exciting, or even famous, instead .
On Monday, I read the story of
Cinderella. In the front of the book it said it was a fairy tale. I know fairy
tales are make-believe. After lunch I borrowed
my sister Dorothy’s white graduation gown and dressed up like Cinderella. I put
on the tiara that usually sits on my ballerina jewelry box. I snuck my sister
Vicki’s white satin slippers and pretended they were glass. But my brother Ken
said that I still looked like just plain Ruth.
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The
Raft Race
Kyle usually slept late on Saturday mornings, but not
today. He had worked toward and waited for this Saturday for three months, ever
since Barry had invited him to join the raft race. Hastily, he rolled out of his
bunk and pulled on his jeans and T-shirt. They had to win!
As he washed and hurried through breakfast, Kyle reminded
himself again how important today’s win would be. It wasn’t just the thrill of
winning, or the prize, though that was great. If they won, he and his teammates
would go on an all-expense paid trip, right across Canada to Toronto. Fantastic!
However, Kyle’s motives went deeper.
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 Two days ago, Katie walked to school proudly on Monday, happy that she
finally had a pet to tell about in Show and Tell. She knew it would surprise
her friends and teacher, but that made it all the more exciting. No one else in
her third grade class had a prairie dog right in his own backyard.
But today, everything had
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The Sugar Beet - The Star of Jodi's Birthday Party
 Jodi stared at the queer shape of her birthday present.
Wrapped in pretty blue paper covered with little pictures of birthday cakes, it
was very wide at the top and very skinny at the bottom. Carefully she tore off
the messy pieces of scotch tape.
Ker-plunk! A big root fell out on the floor at Jodi’s
feet. If you had seen it, you might have thought it was a giant parsnip, or an
extra large carrot that was sick. But it was a sugar beet.
Jodi knew it just had to be from her cousin Joshua whose
dad farmed sugar beets. She grinned as her eyes met his across the room,
ignoring the dumb-founded guests.
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The Boy and the Chocolate Bar
 When they climbed out of the roller coaster car, Andy
noticed him. There stood a boy, humped over, stroking his chest. Andy thought it
particularly queer that he was wearing a yellow raincoat on a nice evening, with
not a cloud in the sky. Something fell to the ground as the boy walked down the
metal steps. Looking around to see if anyone else had noticed, Andy motioned to
Mitch to pick up the package. They both grinned as Mitch slipped the chocolate
bar into her pocket. Then, climbing aboard the Ferris wheel, they observed that
the boy was there too. Read
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