Jack is building
a zigzag path.
What did he put
next to his path?
What will you put
near your
zigzag path?

“We haven’t been to the pool for a whole year,”
said Indi. “I’m afraid I won’t remember how to swim.”
“Don’t worry, I remember everything,” said Tex.
“Copy me, and you’ll be swimming like a shark before
you know it!”
“Hmm,” said Indi. “I think I’d rather be a dolphin
than a shark.”

How are these pictures the same?

Spider, spider, you’re so small, but I see you creep and crawl.
Four legs here and four legs there, On a thread now in the air.

Market day.
Vendors meet,
Sell their goods
On the street.
Carrots, grapes,
Apples, kale,
Weigh each bunch
On the scale.
Food trucks cook.
Order lunch.
Taco meal,
Crunch, crunch, crunch!

Look for the fruits and
vegetables mentioned
in the poem. Look for
the C’s hidden
in the illustration.
What else do you see?

Olivia and her mum are superheroes. Last month, they battled the scary sea witch’s gigantic jellyfish down at the beach. Last week, they protected the world from Martian attack. Yesterday, they destroyed Doctor Doolally’s rampaging robot zoo.

Reach arms high,

bend down low.

Stretch sideways, to and fro.

Chica-Chick was excited. She was going to Mr. Owl’s market nearby all by herself. Grandma Hen had asked her to buy one tomato and two avocados.
On her way there, Chica-Chick skipped and sang, “Un tomate y dos aguacates.”

Beavers, beavers cutting wood,
leaving stumps where tall trees stood.
Busy building dams and homes,
mud-packed lodges shaped as domes.
Sensing danger?
Need to hide?
Slapping tail means get inside!

How many words in the poem end with s ?
How many S ’s can you find hidden
in the picture?
What else do you see?

Dickory, Dickory, Dare

Dickory, dickory, dare, the pig flew up in the air.
She circled the town, then came right back down.
Dickory, dickory, dare.

Tex and Indi were on their way to day camp.
“I loved camp last summer,” said Tex.
“Me, too,” said Indi. “I hope everything is exactly the same.”
“Some things will be the same and some things will be different,” said Dad. “Just remember, different and new can be fun, too.”

The sun sinks behind the trees.
The birds settle down for the night.
The squirrel snuggles in its den.
The chipmunk climbs into its burrow.
It’s bedtime for Spot, too.

Don’t give me a burger or a pile of fries.
I’d rather have ants any color or size.
Ants by the barrel! Ants by the ton!
Ants in a row that march one by one.
With a flick of my tongue, I lick them up whole.
Ants tickle a little as-whoops-down they go.
Ants by the bushel! Ants by the bunch!
Any chance you would care to join me for lunch?