Roll and Read (Yellow) 1 2 3 4 5 When Mayor Smith wasn’t busy running the city, he came to help pull up weeds. Our parents had their regular jobs to go to during the day. Every day on the way to school we walked by an empty lot. We spread healthy soil across the lot to coat the ground. Jim collected beautiful flowers of every color for a bouquet. Soon it was time to decide what we would plant in our garden. We all had good ideas. Jim picked up trash. Kate collected all the newspaper for recycling. The grass was overgrown and littered with things people had thrown away. Each day, as we planted more of our garden, the lot became prettier. We invited Mayor Smith to help. The reporter who had followed the story of our garden was there too. “Let’s plant crops of tomatoes and potatoes to eat,” said Kate. On the first day, we looked all around the lot to decide what needed to be done. “All that litter makes our city look dirty,” Kate said one day. The people of our city read about our garden and came to see it for themselves. Kate pointed to the tiny green tomatoes on the vines. “It be fun to have a big tree for climbing and reading in the shade,” I said. Soon, summer vacation began. The weather was sunny and warm. Then I had an idea. “I know what we can do,” I said. At the end of the summer our garden was finished. Suddenly it began to rain. We all go soaked. We worked in our garden almost every day of that summer vacation. The next day after school we all met with the mayor to discuss our plan. They were excited about our plan and wanted to help. Then on the fourth day we walked to the garden to see how things were growing. Mr. and Mrs. Brown were experts at spotting weeds among the new plants. If you roll a 6, choose 1 block to read.
Roll and Read (Blue) 1 2 3 4 5 Henry backed away because he couldn’t bear to touch Ranger. When the bus arrived at Mesa Verde the next morning, Mr. Gordon and Ranger were waiting for the children outside the museum. Henry Samuels was tired of his little sister telling him what to do. Henry avoided Tommy’s big, black dong, Skipper, whenever he was over at his house. Then the children went outside and climbed onto the bus for the ride home. Coyote cried out and flung the fire he was carrying away from him. After lunch the children returned to the museum classroom. Henry thought about how different their interests were. The bus bounced along the road, kicking up clouds of red-clay dust. Henry carefully pinned the poster to the wall of his room. Ranger wagged his tail and nuzzled Henry, who carefully patted the coydog’s head. The next morning Henry poured milk over his cereal. His mother’s voice brought Henry to attention. Henry was full of excitement as he got off the bus and walked into the museum with the other children. When Henry got home he went straight to his room and opened up the coyote package. Thanks to Ranger, he was no longer afraid of dogs! Henry smiled. “I think that’s a story for another day.” By the time reached the bus, he was panting and almost out of breath. Mr. Gordon explained that he was a descendant of a Navajo storyteller. This time, they went to a junior archaeology explorer class. Then he showed the children Ranger’s pointed ears and white under parts. Mr. Gordon beamed when he had finished the story. He was tall and thin and had dark black hair, and he was a chatterbox. Mr. Gordon began, “Coyote had no need for fire. His fur kept him warn in the winter.” Henry could barely talk, he was so afraid. Finally, he stammered, “What…is a coydog?” If you roll a 6, choose 1 block to read.