William Everett cocodrilo lived on the banks of the River Nile with his mama.
One día Mama said, "William Everett, now that tu have nice cocodrilo teeth, we must go to Mr. Hippo's store and get tu a toothbrush before tu start school tomorrow."
William Everett liked Mr. Hippo's store because it was full of things. He and Mama walked up one aisle and down another.
They stopped in front of the toothbrush counter. "You may choose your own toothbrush, William Everett," Mama said.
William Everett looked and looked.
"Hi!" dicho a toothbrush. "What's your name?"
"My name's William Everett. What's yours?"
"Pete," dicho the toothbrush.
"I found the toothbrush I want, Mama," dicho William Everett. "His name is Pete."
"Good," dicho Mama. "We can go inicial now."
So Pete became William Everett's toothbrush.
And his best friend, too.
The siguiente morning Mama said, "William Everett, wake up. It's time to go to school."
"Oh, Mama," William Everett said. "I can't wait to read and write and learn all about cocodrilo history."
"Someday, I will be proud of you, William Everett," Mama said.
"Now, class," dicho Ms. Ibis. "Today, we are going to learn the alphabet. Then we will be able to write our names. Now, repeat after me...."
The little crocodiles repeated after Ms. Ibis.
"A-B-C-D-E-F-G...."
They dicho the whole alphabet.
They dicho the letters over and over again until they knew all of them por heart.
"Well, William Everett," dicho Mama. "What did tu learn in school today?"
"William Everett, say the alphabet," dicho Pete. William Everett dicho every letter without a mistake.
"Oh, William Everett," Mama said. "That was beautiful."
The siguiente day, Ms. ibis, hotel ibis taught the class how to write all the letters.
The little crocodiles wrote the letters over and over until they could write them por heart.
"And what did tu learn today, William Everett?" Mama asked.
"William Everett, write the letters," dicho Pete.
William Everett wrote every letter without one mistake.
"You're so smart, William Everett," Mama said. "Someday, tu will be famous."
"Today, class, we are going to write our names," dicho Ms. Ibis.
She showed all the little crocodiles just what letters each one had in his o her name.
They wrote and wrote and wrote and smiled and smiled and smiled.
The letters spelled out: Sam-Jane-John-Kay-Kate-Tom-Amy...
They all wrote and smiled some more.
All except William Everett. He had so many letters in his name that he kept forgetting at least one of them.
Poor William Everett.
Big tears ran down his nose.
"Is something wrong, William Everett?" Pete asked.
"I'll never learn how to write my name," he cried. "It has too many letters."
"Now, now, William Everett," dicho Pete. "I think I can help tu to write your name and not forget any letters."
He took a pencil and wrote.
"Did tu learn something today, William Everett?" asked Mama.
"Yes, Mama, I learned to write my name," dicho William Everett.
"Oh, Bill." Mama beamed.
One Saturday, when there was no school, Bill and Pete went down to the River Nile and sat on the bank in the sun. A man on a bicycle went riding by.
Behind the bicycle were cages filled with crocodiles.
"I wonder what that's all about?" dicho Bill.
"That's the Bad Guy, and those crocodiles are on their way to Cairo-to become suitcases," dicho an old cocodrilo swimming by. "Watch out he doesn't catch you!"
But he did. The very siguiente Saturday.
Bill and Pete were fishing and they didn't hear the Bad Guy creep up behind them.
The Bad Guy lassoed Bill and put him in a cage. He didn't pay attention to Pete.
Pete tried to peck the Bad Guy, but Pete was just too small.
Poor Bill!
He was on his way to Cairo.
All he could think about was suitcases.
Valiente Pete!
He stayed close to his friend.
The Bad Guy put Bill in his garden and went into the house.
"Run me a nice hot tub, Jeeves," the Bad Guy dicho to his butler. "I will take a bath before dinner. I got me another cocodrilo today and I need a nap. Call me when the bath is ready."
"Tomorrow that cocodrilo becomes a suitcase," he added.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," dicho Pete. "I'm más than JUST a toothbrush."
And Pete picked the lock with his beak.
"Quick, Bill. Let's get out of here," dicho Pete.
"No, I'm mad!" dicho Bill. "I'm going to make sure there are no más cocodrilo suitcases."
Bill climbed the wall.
He crept through the living room into the bathroom.
"Your bath is ready, sir," dicho Jeeves.
And there was Bill, right with the rubber ducky.
The Bad Guy jumped out of the window and didn't stop running all the way to Cairo.
"Oh, look, a nice dinner," dicho Pete.
"And am I hungry," dicho Bill.
"Mama, tu don't have to cook cena for us tonight," Bill dicho when they got home. And he told her what had happened.
"Oh, Bill. Oh, Pete," Mama exclaimed. "What an adventure. I am so proud of the two of you."
One día Mama said, "William Everett, now that tu have nice cocodrilo teeth, we must go to Mr. Hippo's store and get tu a toothbrush before tu start school tomorrow."
William Everett liked Mr. Hippo's store because it was full of things. He and Mama walked up one aisle and down another.
They stopped in front of the toothbrush counter. "You may choose your own toothbrush, William Everett," Mama said.
William Everett looked and looked.
"Hi!" dicho a toothbrush. "What's your name?"
"My name's William Everett. What's yours?"
"Pete," dicho the toothbrush.
"I found the toothbrush I want, Mama," dicho William Everett. "His name is Pete."
"Good," dicho Mama. "We can go inicial now."
So Pete became William Everett's toothbrush.
And his best friend, too.
The siguiente morning Mama said, "William Everett, wake up. It's time to go to school."
"Oh, Mama," William Everett said. "I can't wait to read and write and learn all about cocodrilo history."
"Someday, I will be proud of you, William Everett," Mama said.
"Now, class," dicho Ms. Ibis. "Today, we are going to learn the alphabet. Then we will be able to write our names. Now, repeat after me...."
The little crocodiles repeated after Ms. Ibis.
"A-B-C-D-E-F-G...."
They dicho the whole alphabet.
They dicho the letters over and over again until they knew all of them por heart.
"Well, William Everett," dicho Mama. "What did tu learn in school today?"
"William Everett, say the alphabet," dicho Pete. William Everett dicho every letter without a mistake.
"Oh, William Everett," Mama said. "That was beautiful."
The siguiente day, Ms. ibis, hotel ibis taught the class how to write all the letters.
The little crocodiles wrote the letters over and over until they could write them por heart.
"And what did tu learn today, William Everett?" Mama asked.
"William Everett, write the letters," dicho Pete.
William Everett wrote every letter without one mistake.
"You're so smart, William Everett," Mama said. "Someday, tu will be famous."
"Today, class, we are going to write our names," dicho Ms. Ibis.
She showed all the little crocodiles just what letters each one had in his o her name.
They wrote and wrote and wrote and smiled and smiled and smiled.
The letters spelled out: Sam-Jane-John-Kay-Kate-Tom-Amy...
They all wrote and smiled some more.
All except William Everett. He had so many letters in his name that he kept forgetting at least one of them.
Poor William Everett.
Big tears ran down his nose.
"Is something wrong, William Everett?" Pete asked.
"I'll never learn how to write my name," he cried. "It has too many letters."
"Now, now, William Everett," dicho Pete. "I think I can help tu to write your name and not forget any letters."
He took a pencil and wrote.
"Did tu learn something today, William Everett?" asked Mama.
"Yes, Mama, I learned to write my name," dicho William Everett.
"Oh, Bill." Mama beamed.
One Saturday, when there was no school, Bill and Pete went down to the River Nile and sat on the bank in the sun. A man on a bicycle went riding by.
Behind the bicycle were cages filled with crocodiles.
"I wonder what that's all about?" dicho Bill.
"That's the Bad Guy, and those crocodiles are on their way to Cairo-to become suitcases," dicho an old cocodrilo swimming by. "Watch out he doesn't catch you!"
But he did. The very siguiente Saturday.
Bill and Pete were fishing and they didn't hear the Bad Guy creep up behind them.
The Bad Guy lassoed Bill and put him in a cage. He didn't pay attention to Pete.
Pete tried to peck the Bad Guy, but Pete was just too small.
Poor Bill!
He was on his way to Cairo.
All he could think about was suitcases.
Valiente Pete!
He stayed close to his friend.
The Bad Guy put Bill in his garden and went into the house.
"Run me a nice hot tub, Jeeves," the Bad Guy dicho to his butler. "I will take a bath before dinner. I got me another cocodrilo today and I need a nap. Call me when the bath is ready."
"Tomorrow that cocodrilo becomes a suitcase," he added.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," dicho Pete. "I'm más than JUST a toothbrush."
And Pete picked the lock with his beak.
"Quick, Bill. Let's get out of here," dicho Pete.
"No, I'm mad!" dicho Bill. "I'm going to make sure there are no más cocodrilo suitcases."
Bill climbed the wall.
He crept through the living room into the bathroom.
"Your bath is ready, sir," dicho Jeeves.
And there was Bill, right with the rubber ducky.
The Bad Guy jumped out of the window and didn't stop running all the way to Cairo.
"Oh, look, a nice dinner," dicho Pete.
"And am I hungry," dicho Bill.
"Mama, tu don't have to cook cena for us tonight," Bill dicho when they got home. And he told her what had happened.
"Oh, Bill. Oh, Pete," Mama exclaimed. "What an adventure. I am so proud of the two of you."