Flying Feet (Zigzag Kids)
Patricia Reilly Giff
Language: English
Pages: 80
ISBN: 037585911X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
When Charlie hears that special buzz in his head, he knows it means one thing: an idea for a new invention. But Charlie's ideas tend to backfire—such as the flying feet that don't really fly. If only Charlie could make his inventions work, people might think he's as special as his older brother, Larry. Then the Zigzag afternoon center organizes a Come as a Character Day, and Charlie gets his chance to shine.
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The author would like to thank Carol Lynn Kearney, senior adjunct in the Department of Communication Sciences and Disorders at Adelphi University, for her careful attention to the manuscript, and advice. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Text copyright © 2011 by Patricia Reilly Giff
hair. She twirled around. Mrs. Farelli looked a little like a rooster. She was smiling. A big rooster smile. Mrs. Farelli smiling? Charlie could hardly believe it. “I don’t know what this feather is good for.” She leaned over the box. “But look at this.” She held up a fake carrot. “Perfect for our boy Peter Rabbit,” she said. Charlie swallowed. She dug a little deeper. “Where did these come from?” She held up a pair of fuzzy white pajamas. “An old costume, I guess. Perfect for a rabbit.”
sounded just a little loud. Ms. Katz said that was because she couldn’t hear her own voice very well. “You could make a tie,” Beebe said. Beebe was a nice girl. But a tie? He wouldn’t wear a tie in a million years. “Sorry,” he said. He looked out the door. The pile of junk was still there. Jake was trying to cover it. He flapped a big gray tarp. Charlie wanted to help. But Mrs. Farelli would be waiting. Charlie walked to the art room. Slowly. The door was locked. Ms. Katz came along.
whistle. “Who’s ready for a race?” he called. “A race!” Destiny told Beebe. “Me!” Beebe yelled. “Me too,” Sumiko said. Charlie watched Sumiko run in place. She was warming up. A bunch of kids sloshed through the puddles. Charlie sat on the wall. The stones were wet. So what? They felt good. Trevor and Clifton hopped along the wall. “Great hoppers, right?” Trevor yelled. “You’d make great Peter Rabbits,” Charlie said. Clifton stopped hopping. He wiggled his nose. Habib juggled an old
“Even the bus driver came.” All the seats were taken. Beebe gave out programs. “I made them last night,” she said. Ms. Katz stood up. “Come as a Character Day is in honor of Mrs. Farelli. We’re glad she’s back.” Charlie blinked. It was true. He was glad. Everyone clapped. “Now we’ll begin,” said Ms. Katz. Trevor Petway hopped out from behind the pile. His friend Clifton hopped, too. They wore paper rabbit ears. “Graaaaahhhh!” they shouted. “We’re Peter Rabbits. Tough ones.” Gina came out
