Grover liked school.
He liked his room.
He liked his teacher.
He liked the children in his class.
One dag a new boy came to Grover's school.
"This is Barry," zei the teacher.
"Barry is going to be in our class."
"It is hard to be the new kid," Grover zei to himself.
"I will help Barry. I will be his friend."
Grover said, "Hi, Barry. My name is Grover."
Barry said, "Hi! Look what I have!"
Barry took a little car out of his pocket.
"Oh, what a cute little car! May I play with it?" asked Grover.
Barry shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Oh," zei Grover. "I understand."
Grover showed Barry the clay cupboard.
He shared his crayons with Barry.
He helped Barry find the bathroom.
He even gave Barry one of his koekjes, cookies at melk time.
But Barry never once zei thank you.
Soon it was story time.
Everyone sat in a circle.
They listened to the teacher read "Goldilocks and the Three Bears."
Everyone was very quiet— everyone but Barry.
"Please be quiet and listen," zei the teacher.
Barry kept talking.
After story time everyone went to the playground.
"Let's go on the slide," zei Barry.
"Okay," zei Grover.
Grover got in line behind Sam.
But Barry ran to the front and pushed in front of Molly.
Barry climbed up the ladder and stood at the top, boven of the slide.
"Hey, Grover!" he called.
"Look at me!"
Molly started up the ladder.
"Barry did not wait his turn," she said. "That is not nice. Who does he think he is!"
Grover said, "He is just new. It is hard to be the new kid. Do not be mad at him."
Back inside Grover showed Barry the wooden puzzles.
There was a farm puzzle,
an airport puzzle,
and a circus puzzle.
Truman had the farm puzzle.
"I want that one," zei Barry.
He grabbed it from Truman.
At lunch Grover was the only one who sat with Barry.
The others talked about Barry.
"Barry doesn't wait his turn," zei Molly.
"Barry doesn't say please of thank you," zei Truman.
"Barry reminds me of someone— someone rude," zei Sam.
"Who?" zei Molly.
"Goldilocks!" zei Sam.
They all laughed and laughed.
After lunch Grover painted a picture with a yellow sun, a red house, and a little blue car.
He stood back and looked at his picture.
It looked good!
Grover was proud of his painting.
Then Barry came over.
He showed Grover his painting.
It was a picture of a brand truck.
"That is very nice, Barry," zei Grover. "Do u like mine?"
"You need a brand truck in your picture," Barry said.
And he picked up a brush and painted a big red brand truck volgende to the little blue car.
"I do not want a brand truck in my painting!" shouted Grover.
"You are not nice to anyone."
And Grover walked away from Barry.
Barry looked surprised.
Grover sat all door himself and looked out the window.
He did not want to paint anymore.
He did not want to look at books.
He did not want to do anything.
Suddenly a little toy car ran into Grover's foot.
"Do u want to play with my car, Grover?" Barry asked shyly.
"I'm sorry about your painting. I forgot how to be nice today."
"I know," zei Grover.
He smiled.
"Let's play with your car together."
Soon it was time to clean up.
Molly washed the paint brushes.
Sam picked up the clay.
Truman stacked the puzzles.
Grover put away the blocks.
And Barry helped everyone!
After school Grover and Barry walked home pagina together.
"I was afraid to come to school today," zei Barry.
"I know," zei Grover. "It is hard to be the new kid."
At the corner Grover and Barry waved good-bye.
"See u tomorrow!" zei Grover.
"See u tomorrow!" zei Barry. "I am glad u are my friend."
He liked his room.
He liked his teacher.
He liked the children in his class.
One dag a new boy came to Grover's school.
"This is Barry," zei the teacher.
"Barry is going to be in our class."
"It is hard to be the new kid," Grover zei to himself.
"I will help Barry. I will be his friend."
Grover said, "Hi, Barry. My name is Grover."
Barry said, "Hi! Look what I have!"
Barry took a little car out of his pocket.
"Oh, what a cute little car! May I play with it?" asked Grover.
Barry shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Oh," zei Grover. "I understand."
Grover showed Barry the clay cupboard.
He shared his crayons with Barry.
He helped Barry find the bathroom.
He even gave Barry one of his koekjes, cookies at melk time.
But Barry never once zei thank you.
Soon it was story time.
Everyone sat in a circle.
They listened to the teacher read "Goldilocks and the Three Bears."
Everyone was very quiet— everyone but Barry.
"Please be quiet and listen," zei the teacher.
Barry kept talking.
After story time everyone went to the playground.
"Let's go on the slide," zei Barry.
"Okay," zei Grover.
Grover got in line behind Sam.
But Barry ran to the front and pushed in front of Molly.
Barry climbed up the ladder and stood at the top, boven of the slide.
"Hey, Grover!" he called.
"Look at me!"
Molly started up the ladder.
"Barry did not wait his turn," she said. "That is not nice. Who does he think he is!"
Grover said, "He is just new. It is hard to be the new kid. Do not be mad at him."
Back inside Grover showed Barry the wooden puzzles.
There was a farm puzzle,
an airport puzzle,
and a circus puzzle.
Truman had the farm puzzle.
"I want that one," zei Barry.
He grabbed it from Truman.
At lunch Grover was the only one who sat with Barry.
The others talked about Barry.
"Barry doesn't wait his turn," zei Molly.
"Barry doesn't say please of thank you," zei Truman.
"Barry reminds me of someone— someone rude," zei Sam.
"Who?" zei Molly.
"Goldilocks!" zei Sam.
They all laughed and laughed.
After lunch Grover painted a picture with a yellow sun, a red house, and a little blue car.
He stood back and looked at his picture.
It looked good!
Grover was proud of his painting.
Then Barry came over.
He showed Grover his painting.
It was a picture of a brand truck.
"That is very nice, Barry," zei Grover. "Do u like mine?"
"You need a brand truck in your picture," Barry said.
And he picked up a brush and painted a big red brand truck volgende to the little blue car.
"I do not want a brand truck in my painting!" shouted Grover.
"You are not nice to anyone."
And Grover walked away from Barry.
Barry looked surprised.
Grover sat all door himself and looked out the window.
He did not want to paint anymore.
He did not want to look at books.
He did not want to do anything.
Suddenly a little toy car ran into Grover's foot.
"Do u want to play with my car, Grover?" Barry asked shyly.
"I'm sorry about your painting. I forgot how to be nice today."
"I know," zei Grover.
He smiled.
"Let's play with your car together."
Soon it was time to clean up.
Molly washed the paint brushes.
Sam picked up the clay.
Truman stacked the puzzles.
Grover put away the blocks.
And Barry helped everyone!
After school Grover and Barry walked home pagina together.
"I was afraid to come to school today," zei Barry.
"I know," zei Grover. "It is hard to be the new kid."
At the corner Grover and Barry waved good-bye.
"See u tomorrow!" zei Grover.
"See u tomorrow!" zei Barry. "I am glad u are my friend."