Me First (Sandpiper paperbacks)

Me First (Sandpiper paperbacks)

Helen Lester

Language: English

Pages: 32

ISBN: 0395720222

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Being first isn't always best, as Pinkerton Pig finds out after an encounter with a mean Sand Witch. As always, Helen Lester's wonderfully offbeat humor and Lynn Munsinger's whimsical illustrations result in a hilarious lesson about piggishness. The picture book duo of Lester and Munsinger has created six previous books, including the award-winning TACKY THE PENGUIN.

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bellies, stepping on snouts, or tying tails. "Me first!" he cried when he had been last in line and finished first down the slide. "Me first!" he cried at story time, settling on his round bottom with his big head right smack in front of the book. And every day in the school trough-a-teria "Me first!" rang out and there was Pinkerton. One Saturday, Pinkerton's Pig Scout troop went on a day trip to the beach. Pinkerton was first on the bus and sat in the front row. He was first off the bus,

a bump on her nose and fur on her toes. "Am I glad to see you!" she cackled. "I sure could hear you coming: 'Me first. ME FIRST! ME FIRST!' I guess you really would care for a sandwich." "Oh, yes indeed," replied Pinkerton. He jumped up and down so fast his teeth jiggled. "Good!" cackled the small creature. Pinkerton waited. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. "Well?" he asked. "Well what?" replied the small creature. "The sandwich," begged Pinkerton. "Where's ... the sandwich?"

a bump on her nose and fur on her toes. "Am I glad to see you!" she cackled. "I sure could hear you coming: 'Me first. ME FIRST! ME FIRST!' I guess you really would care for a sandwich." "Oh, yes indeed," replied Pinkerton. He jumped up and down so fast his teeth jiggled. "Good!" cackled the small creature. Pinkerton waited. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. "Well?" he asked. "Well what?" replied the small creature. "The sandwich," begged Pinkerton. "Where's ... the sandwich?"

The small creature curtsied. "You're looking at her." She went on, "I am a Sandwitch, and I live in the sand, and you said you would care for a Sandwitch, so here I am. Care for me." All Pinkerton could say was "But I..." Taking no notice, the Sandwitch continued, "You said, 'Me first.' You wanted to be the first to care for me. Well, congratulations! Now just come along to my sand castle." Grabbing Pinkerton firmly by the sleeve, she led him around a few bends. Before he could say "But I ..."

"Finally, after you've had the privilege of being the FIRST to wash my dishes and sweep my castle and do my laundry and curl my hair and tuck me in, you may be the FIRST to tell me a bedtime story." Pinkerton washed the dishes, swept the castle, did the laundry, curled the Sandwitch's hair and tucked her in. The Sandwitch stretched and yawned loudly. "Now the story. I need my story." Pinkerton was so tired he could barely speak. "I don't know any stories," he whimpered. "Then how about

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