GEN. Grade. Start of the Year. Student Materials. Glenview, Illinois Boston, Massachusetts Chandler, Arizona Upper Saddle River, New Jersey

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1 GEN TM A c b 2 Grade Start of the Year Student Materials Glenview, Illinois Boston, Massachusetts Chandler, Arizona Upper Saddle River, New Jersey

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4 Snowshoe Hare s Winter Home by Gillian Richardson Art by Giuliano Ferri Something cold tickled Snowshoe Hare on the nose. He looked up to see snowflakes tumbling and the pine trees, and capped the rocks. Snowshoe Hare could hardly feel them dusting his fur. He leaped up to catch them on his tongue. Each one vanished before he could taste it. Quit fooling around, said Bear, ambling into the clearing. Can t you feel how cold the air is? That s the signal. It s time to hibernate. What does that mean? Snowshoe Hare asked, stopping to catch his breath. 5

5 6 I find a place to sleep when winter comes, Bear said. I won t come out again until it s warmer. Snowshoe Hare didn t feel cold. Why should Bear, with his thick fur coat, need to hide from winter? Where do you go? Snowshoe Hare asked. Up in the hills. Got a cozy den all picked out. Bear looked up at the heavy clouds and yawned. If I were you, I d find a winter home, too. See you in the spring. Snowshoe Hare watched Bear lumber away. Sleep? he asked. That sounds boring. He hopped a few steps and grinned at his own tracks on the snowy ground. I d rather go exploring.

6 Near the pond, Snowshoe Hare met Beaver cutting branches from a fallen poplar tree. Are you having lunch? Snowshoe Hare asked. Nope. Gathering branches to take to the bottom of my pond, Beaver answered. Why? asked Snowshoe Hare. Those snow flurries are the signal that my pond will soon freeze over. I ll have to stay in my lodge, Beaver said, dragging a branch down the muddy slope of the pond. I can reach this food through my underwater tunnel. You d better store some food or you ll go hungry. Snowshoe Hare watched Beaver and the branch sink out of sight. Who wants to spend all winter eating soggy old branches? 7

7 Water trickled out of Beaver s dam and became a stream. Snowshoe Hare hopped along its edge, nibbling juicy grass. He leaped back as cold water splashed him. Trout blew bubbles near the surface. Aren t you afraid the water will freeze? Snowshoe Hare asked. 8 Ice on top doesn t bother me. It s the signal to stay near the bottom where the water is warmer. Trout waved his fins. Want to join me down below? Snowshoe Hare dipped a paw, then shook off the chilly drops. I d rather stay dry, thanks. A lumpy shadow rose beneath Trout. A small head popped up. Aren t you two paying attention to the signal? It s time to hibernate, said Turtle.

8 But you already have your house on your back, Snowshoe Hare said. Won t keep the cold out. I ll snuggle into the mud at the bottom of Beaver s pond. Turtle sneezed a snowflake off her nose. You ll need to keep warm, too. Snowshoe Hare shrugged and thumped his foot. I have to stay above the water. I couldn t breathe down there. Suit yourself, Turtle said. She crawled out of the stream and headed for the pond as snow covered her shell. 9

9 10 That evening the air crackled with cold. Snowshoe Hare saw Duck circling above the pond. I can t land. It s starting to freeze, Duck called down to Snowshoe Hare. Happens every year about this time. It s the signal for me to get moving. Where are you going? Snowshoe Hare asked. South. It s warmer there. I can t stay here if there s no open water. How would I get food from the bottom of the pond? Why don t you come along? Duck said, spiraling upward.

10 12 Who s there? Snowshoe Hare asked, peering through the flurries at three ghostly shapes. We don t hibernate or travel far away. We can dig through the snow for grass or snack on buds. We ll find a cozy bed in a snowbank. Hardly anyone will notice us. Where did you get your white coats? asked Snowshoe Hare. Take a look at yourself! they said and laughed. Snowshoe Hare did. His coat was white, too! Bit by bit, his brown fur had changed when cold days signaled the coming winter. We re off! the three snowshoe hares cried as they dashed off across the snowdrifts. Come with us! Snowshoe Hare leaped high, then bounded along the trail left by their huge feet. This was his winter home!

11 BONNIE PRYOR illustrated by BETH PECK

12 This is 107 Maple Street. Chrissy and Jenny live here with their mother and father, a dog named Maggie, and a fat cat named Sally. 15

13 Three hundred years ago there was no house here or even a street.there was only a forest and a bubbling spring where the animals came to drink. 16

14 One day a fierce storm roared across the forest. The sky rolled with thunder, and lightning crashed into a tree. A deer sniffed the air in alarm. Soon the woods were ablaze. 17

15 18 The next spring a few sturdy flowers poked through the ashes, and by the year after that the land was covered with grass. Some wildflowers grew at the edge of the stream where the deer had returned to drink.

16 One day the earth trembled, and a cloud of dust rose to the sky. A mighty herd of buffalo had come to eat the sweet grass and drink from the stream. 19

17 People came, following the buffalo herd. They set up their teepees near the stream, and because they liked it so much, they stayed for the whole summer. 20

18 One boy longed to be a great hunter like his father, but for now he could only pretend with his friends. In their games, one boy was chosen to be the buffalo. 21

19 22 His father taught the boy how to make an arrowhead and smooth it just so, the way his father had taught him. But they boy was young, and the day was hot.

20 He ran off to play with his friends and left the arrowhead on a rock. When he came back later to get it, he could not find it. 23

21 The buffalo moved on, searching for new grass, and the people packed up their tepees and followed. 24

22 For a long time the land was quiet. Some rabbits made their home in the stump of a burned tree, and a fox made a den in some rocks. 25

23 One day there was a new sound. The fox looked up. A wagon train passed by, heading for California. The settlers stopped beside the stream for a night. But they dreamed of gold and places far away and were gone the next morning. 26

24 Other wagons came, following the tracks of the first. The fox family moved into the woods, but the rabbits stayed snug in their burrows until the people had gone. 27

25 28 Soon after, a man and a woman camped along the stream. They were heading west, but the woman would soon have a child. They looked around them and knew it was a good place to stay. The man cut down trees and made a house.

26 He pulled up the tree stumps left from the fire and planted his crops. The child was a girl, and they named her Ruby and called her their little jewel. 29

27 30 Ruby had a set of china dishes that she played with every day. One day when she was making a mudpie on the banks of the stream, she found an arrowhead buried deep in the ground. She put it in a cup to show her father when he came in from the fields.

28 Ruby s mother called her to watch the new baby. While she was gone, a rabbit sniffed at the cup and knocked it off the rock. It fell into the tunnel to his burrow, and the rabbit moved away to a new home under the roots of a tree. 31

29 Ruby grew up and moved away, but her brother stayed on the farm. By now there were other people nearby, and he married a girl from another farm. They had six children, and he built a larger house so they would all fit. 32

30 Now the old wagon trail was used as a road, and the dust got into the house. When his wife complained, Ruby s brother planted a row of maple trees along the road to keep out the dust and shade the house. After the children were grown, he and his wife moved away, but one of their daughters stayed on the farm with her husband and children. 33

31 34 One day the children s great-aunt Ruby came for a visit. She was an old lady with snow-white hair. The children loved to hear her stories of long ago. She told them about the cup and arrowhead she had lost when she was a girl.

32 After she left, the children looked and looked. But they never found them, though they searched for days. 35

33 36 The town had grown nearly to the edge of the farm, and another man up the road filled in the stream and changed its course. For a while there was a trickle of water in the spring when the snow melted, but weeds and dirt filled in the bed, until hardly anyone remembered a stream had ever been there.

34 New people lived on the farm. It was the schoolteacher and his family, and they sold much of the land to others. The road was paved with bricks, so there was no longer any dust, but the maple trees remained. The branches hung down over the road, making it shady and cool. People called it Maple Street. Automobiles drove on the road, along with carts and wagons, and there were many new houses. 37

35 The house was crumbling and old, and one day some men tore it down. For awhile again, the land was bare. The rabbits lived comfortably, with only an occasional owl or fox to chase them. But one day a young couple came walking along and stopped to admire the trees. 38

36 What a wonderful place for a home, said the young woman. So they hired carpenters and masons to build a cozy house of red bricks with white trim. The young couple lived happily in the house for several years. The young man got a job in another town, and they had to move. 39

37 The house was sold to a man and a woman who had two girls named Chrissy and Jenny and a dog named Maggie, and a fat cat named Sally. 40

38 The girls helped their father dig up a spot of ground for a garden, but it was Maggie the dog who dug up something white in the soft spring earth. Stop, cried Chrissy, and she picked up the tiny cup made of china. Inside was the arrowhead found and lost so long ago. 41

39 42 Who lost these? the girls wondered. Chrissy and Jenny put the cup and arrowhead on a shelf for others to see. Someday perhaps their children will play with the tiny treasures and wonder about them, too. But the cup and arrowhead will forever keep their secrets, and the children can only dream.

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41 Pig by Valerie Worth The pig is bigger Than we had thought And not so pink, Fringed with white Hairs that look Gray, because while They say a pig is clean, It is not always; still, We like this huge, cheerful, Rich, soft-bellied beast--- It wants to be comfortable, And does not care much How the thing is managed. 44

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43 Something Told the Wild Geese by Rachel Field Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, Snow. Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, Frost. All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly, Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. 46

44 Subways Are People by Lee Bennett Hopkins Subways are people People standing People sitting People swaying to and fro Some in suits Some in tatters People I will never know Some with glasses Some without Boy with smile Girl with frown People dashing Steel flashing Up and down and round the town. Subways are people People old People new People always on the go Racing, running, rushing people People I will never know. 47

45 Fishing In The Creek by Linda Oatman High Fishing in the creek, seeking bites on my line, I sigh, hungry for a pan-fried trout. Bait with mayfly and jig, big earthworms squirming in the bucket, I cast behind a pine, near my one-room school, and the line squiggles with a nibble. I wait, patient, and then troll again. 48

46 When the pole bends, I yank from my seat on the bank, catching the fattest fish in the creek, stocked just last week. In the springtime sunlight, the sleek trout shines shades of the rainbow, eyes like jeweled fire. I pray the fish doesn t swim away, on this great April day. 49

47 Unit 1 START OF YEAR STUDENT MATERIALS Acknowledgments Text Credits Snowshoe Hare s Winter Coat, Reprinted by permission of Ladybug Magazine, Nov./Dec. 2008, Vol. 19, No. 3, text 2008 by Gillian Richardson, art 2008 by Guiliano Ferri. Pig From All the Small Poems and Fourteen More Copright 1972 by Valerie Worth. Reprinted by permission of Henry Holt & Company, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Something Told the Wild Geese, Reprinted with the permission of Atheneum Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children s Publishing Division from Poems by Rachel Field. Copyright 1934 Macmillan Publishing Company; copyright renewed 1962 by Arthur S. Pederson. Something Told the Wild Geese, Reprinted with the permission of Harvard University from Poems by Rachel Field. Copyright 1934 Macmillan Publishing Company; copyright renewed 1962 by Arthur S. Pederson. The House on Maple Street, by Bonnie Pryor, illustrations by Beth Peck, from The House on Maple Street. Text Copyright 1987 by Bonnie Pryor, illustrations 1987 by Beth Peck. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers and Beth Peck. Fishing in the Creek, From A Humble Life: Plain Poems by Linda Oatman High and Bill Farnsworth, illustrator. Copyright Reprinted by permission of Wm. B. Eerdmans Publishing Co. Subways Are People, Copyright 1971 by Lee Bennett Hopkins. First appeared in Faces & Places: Poems for You, published by Scholastic Book Services. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. Subways Are People, Reprinted with the permission of Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers, an imprint of Simon & Schuster Children s Publishing Division from The Bill Martin Jr Big Book of Poetry edited by Bill Martin Jr with Michael Sampson. Illustration by Dan Yaccarino. Illustrations copyright 2008 Simon & Schuster, Inc.