Monday, August 30, 2010

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Sara and the Broken Beanbag

Week 1

  Sara settled into her favorite beanbag chair, snuggled into the corner of the class and pulled a nice cool drink next to her and reached for the top book on the big stack next to her.  After lunch on a Friday afternoon was the best time of the week!  School was almost done and if you got all of your regular work done Ms. Robinson let you curl up with a good book!

  Sara pushed her head deep into the vinyl of the red reading beanbag and felt the crinkle of the beans popping under her hair.

  “Ahhhh!” She reached over for a sip of water and picked up the book on top of the pile, it was one of her favorite stories about a little girl whose family lived in the old west and had a house at the edge of a big field.  She couldn’t wait to see what surprises Ma and Pa had for the girls.  Quickly Sara flipped to her favorite page with the family in a wagon, she loved to see the drawing of the horses and imagine what it would be like to ride along the bumpy road into town with the family.  She shut her eyes and could almost feel the hot summer wind blowing over the prairie and around the wagon, brushing the smell of the grass past her nose.  She was lost in her daydream of riding with the Ingalls when she felt the beanbag move under her!

  “Whoa!” she called out, pulling back on the book like the reins of a horse and sitting up suddenly, looking around for one of the boys in her class, those guys were always playing some kind of prank.  But to her surprise, no one was around!  Everyone was still busy at work.  Shrugging her shoulders Sara slid back into the beanbag and pulled her book back up and stared at the picture again and read about the family as they headed to town.  Sara was so focused on the book that she didn’t feel the beanbag start to shake again until she was so deep in the bag that the ceiling seemed like it was really far away and the walls of the chair had grown around her, books were falling down next to her.  She couldn’t see her class anymore, but for some reason she could actually hear the sounds of horses clumping down a dirt road in the distance.

  “That’s odd.” She said to herself as she fell deeper into the beanbag and the warm smell of a prairie filled her nose until the beanbag had pulled her down and plopped her out on the underside and she fell down to ground below!  She was suddenly outside in a big field and books were falling around her and the beanbag plopped next to her, wherever she was!

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