Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Revised Entry 4 Sherry Auger

Sherry Auger post #4
Title: A June Snowstorm in Maine
genre: chapter book
contact: ricksgalsherry@msn.com

No Way! 10-year-old Abigail Snoot can’t let the Highway Commissioner put a school bus turn-around in the middle of Mr. Pickle’s Store, home of her favorite one of a kind snacks. But what can a kid do about it? Plenty as Abby finds out when she puts her mind to it. She makes a deal with the commissioner; if it snows in June, the Highway Department would find an alternate location.

2nd line of 1st paragraph 1st chapter:

I was so happy that the snow was finally gone and we could walk to the store.

1st 250 words of 2nd chapter:

Now that I’m ten, and we’re on our way to Mr. Pickle’s Store, I can’t understand how I ever survived without Mrs. Pickle’s whole-wheat carrot and pineapple muffins, or the heavenly zucchini bread she makes. When we arrived at Mr. Pickle’s he greeted us as he always does.

“Hello! Hello, Mrs. Snoot, Miss Snoot. How are you on this fine day?”

“We’re just fine, Mr. Pickle. How are you and Mrs. Pickle doing?” asked Mom, handing Mr. Pickle her grocery list.

Mr. Pickle always insists on getting our groceries himself. He’s nice that way.

“Well,” begins Mr. Pickle. “We would be much better if we didn’t have to close our store by the tenth of June.”

“What!” I yell. “Close your store? You’ve been here forever. Not that you’re old or anything, but for as long as I can remember, and Mom can remember, and anyone I know can remember! You can’t do it. What would you do? Where would you go? Where would we buy our groceries?”

“Abigail! I am so sorry Mr. Pickle. Now apologize at once,” Mom demanded. “Give Mr. Pickle a chance to explain before you badger him with all your questions.”

“Sorry Mr. Pickle. Sorry Mom,” I said, hopping from one foot to the other impatiently.

“That’s okay dear,” says Mr. Pickle handing me a crispy and chewy oatmeal cookie. “It’s the highway’s fault really. Someone has decided that another school bus turn-around is needed and it’s being put here. There are more suitable places, but you know how those folks can be.

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