Owen had a fuzzy yellow blanket.
He’d had it since he was a baby.
He loved it with all his heart.

“Fuzzy goes where I go,” dicho Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Upstairs, downstairs, in-between.
Inside, outside, upside down.

“Fuzzy likes what I like,” dicho Owen.
And Fuzzy did.
Orange juice, uva juice, chocolate milk.
Ice cream, maní, cacahuete butter, applesauce cake.

“Isn’t he getting a little old to be carrying that thing around?” asked Mrs. Tweezers. “Haven’t tu heard of the Blanket Fairy?”
Owen’s parents hadn’t.
Mrs. Tweezers filled them in.

That night Owen’s parents told Owen to put Fuzzy...

Zum. Zum buzzz. Zum. Zum. Buzz. Berlioz had been practicing for weeks, and now just when the orchestra was going to play in the village square for a gala ball, a strange buzz was coming from his double bass.
“Why now?” Berlioz dicho to himself.

The musicians arrived with their instruments. As Berlioz watched them climb aboard the bandwagon, all he could think about was his double bass. What if his bajo buzzed during the ball? What if the dancers stopped dancing and laughed at him?
Zum, zum, buzz. Zum, zum, buzz, he imagined.

Berlioz picked up the reins and clucked to the mule. Off they went...

Abbie looked out the lighthouse window. Waves washed up on the rocks below. Out at sea, a ship sailed safely by.

“Will tu sail to town today, Papa?” Abbie asked.
“Yes,” Captain Burgess answered. “Mama needs medicine. The lights need oil. We need food. The weather is good now. So it’s seguro to go out in Puffin.”
“But what if tu don’t get back today?” asked Abbie. “Who will take care of the lights?”
Papa smiled. “You will, Abbie.”
“Oh, no, Papa!” dicho Abbie. “I have never done it alone.”

“You have trimmed the wicks before,” dicho Papa. “You have cleaned the...

(Helen's mother: "I hope that sopa is gone when I come back in there!")

The día Helen gave Martha dog her alphabet soup,


something unusual happened.
The letters in the sopa went up to Martha’s brain instead of down to her stomach.

That evening, Martha spoke.
(Martha: Isn’t it time for my dinner?)


Martha’s family had many preguntas to ask her. Of course, she had a lot to tell them!
(Helen: Have tu always understood what we were saying?)
(Martha: tu bet! Do tu want to know Benjie is really saying?)
(Helen’s father: Why don’t tu came when we call?)
(Martha: tu people are so bossy. Come! Sit!...

Tanya sat restlessly on her chair por the cocina window. For several days she had to stay in cama with a cold. But now Tanya's cold was almost gone. She was anxious to go outside and enjoy the fresh air and the arrival of spring.
"Mama, when can I go outside?" asked Tanya. Mama pulled the tray of biscuits from the horno and placed it on the counter.
"In time," she murmured. "All in good time."
Tanya gazed through the window and saw her two brothers, Ted and Jim, and Papa building the new backyard fence.
"I'm gonna talk to Grandma," she said.

Grandma was sitting in her favorito! spot—the big soft...

Once there was a farmer who lived in Mexico. He lived in a little village, in a house which had only one room.

The farmer was not happy.
“Nothing ever happens,” he said.
The people in the village thought the farmer was foolish.
“We have everything we need,” they said.

“We have a school, and a market,

and a church with an old campana that rings on Sundays. Our village is the best there is.”
“But nothing ever happens,” dicho the farmer.

Every morning, when the farmer woke up, the first thing he saw was the roof of his little house.
Every morning for breakfast he ate two flat cakes of ground...

On Thursday, when Imogene woke up, she found she had grown antlers.

Getting dressed was difficult,

and going through a door now took some thinking.

Imogene started down for breakfast…

but got hung up.
“OH!!” Imogene’s mother fainted away.

The doctor poked, and prodded, and scratched his chin.
He could find nothing wrong.

The school principal glared at Imogene but had no consejos to offer.

Her brother Norman, consulted the encyclopedia, and then announced that Imogene had turned into a rare form of miniature elk!

Imogene’s mother fainted again and was carried upstairs to bed.

Imogene went into...