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7.26.25 - Part 1 · Children's Hour

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Speaker 1: Hello, and welcome to Rei's Charm's Story Hour. As a
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REMINDERI is a reading service intended for people who are
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blind or have other disabilities that make it difficult to
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reprint material. Today we will be reading from various books
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about hands. Your reader today is Dianne. Our first book
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is called hands Can. It was published by Candlewick Press.
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It has a copyright ear of two thousand and three
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and the author is Sheryl Willis Hudson. Hands can wait
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to say hello. Hands can touch things high and lo
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Hands can learn to tie a shoe. Hands can say
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I Love you. Hands can hold things, Hands can mold things.
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Hands can catch and hands can throw. Hands can plant
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seeds in a row. Hands can mix things, Hands can
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fix things. Hands can clap while voices sing. Hands can
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do all kinds of things. Peekaboo, bye bye. Our next
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book is titled With My Hands Poems about Making Things.
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Speaker 2: It was published by.
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Speaker 1: Clearing Books Hooton Mifflin Hardcourts. He has a copyright year
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of twoenty eighteen and the author is Amy Ludwig vanderwater Maker.
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I am a maker. I am making something new with
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my hands, my head, my heart. That's what makers do.
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A maker starts with empty space, ideas, hope, and stuff.
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A maker pushes through mistakes. A maker must be tough.
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A maker is a tinker. A maker will explore. A
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maker creates something that never was before.
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Speaker 2: Painting.
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Speaker 1: When it's my turn at the easel, I love standing there,
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starring an empty paper, making pictures out of air. I
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can mix bright blue with yellow. See I mixed light green.
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I can build a world with color no one's ever seen.
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I can paint a horse. I can paint the moon.
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I can paint a daisy in a vase. I can
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paint designs. I can paint a car. I can paint
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my mother's face. Painting makes me giggle on the inside.
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Nobody can tell me that I'm painting wrong. Painting how
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I love to paint. I will paint my whole lifelong clay.
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Ho a lump of clay. What does it want to be?
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Make a coil, pinch it, row it, listen, set it free.
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Speaker 2: You will hear it, tell you what it is, what.
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Speaker 1: It is not, and you will know if you should
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shape a puffin or a pot birdhouse.
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Speaker 2: We hammered it a little house.
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Speaker 1: It has a circle door. Four sturdy walls, a pointed roof,
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a simple wooden floor. It's hanging on a fence post,
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and I'm imagining a bluebird mom in there with babies
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tucked beneath her wing. Someday I'll see them fly. Someday
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I'll hear them sing. Parachute. I cut a parachute from plastic.
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Tide my guy on with elastic, threw him from a window.
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Drastic watched him drift to Earth's fantastic boat. Today, I
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made a little boat from twigs and foil so it
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can float. I name my homemade boat the Wish. Inside
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it Bob's with rubber ducks. Outside it raises fish card.
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I picked out a card. It's the number one Dad.
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I thought it was perfect, but then I felt bad
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about picking a card from a stock in a store.
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No dad is like mine. So I walked out the door.
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I went home to my crowns, my sister, my glue.
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I cut and rowed, I thought, and I drew. Happy
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Father's Day, Daddy. I made this for you. Not this
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not is not easy to tie. It is not you
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show me. I listened. I've tried it a lot.
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Speaker 2: Is this right? It's not tight?
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Speaker 1: Overthrew rapid under around back again. I'm starting to wonder
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will I ever learn to tie puzzles in rope.
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Speaker 2: I am not giving up. I can do it. I hope.
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Speaker 1: Soap carving a well hides in this bar of soap.
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I'm carving with my plastic knife, a little here, a
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little there, so I can bring the well to life.
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Curl by curl, from head to tail, I carve away
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what is not well, and his fresh soap falls flake
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by flake.
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Speaker 2: I know it's well.
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Speaker 1: I meant to make my two handswimm and endless motion.
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My brain dives deep beneath ocean carefully. I carve a spout.
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Bit by bit, the well peeks out. I'm carving with
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my plastic knife, a little there, a little here. If
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I keep working, I am sure my hands will make
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the well appear. Tie die shirts. I made a tie die,
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didn't buy it. Twist it tied it, dipped it, dyed
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it rinsed, untied it, shook it.
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Speaker 2: Dried it, wore it. Try it collage.
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Speaker 1: This kaleidoscope of scraps torn from tattered photographs is a
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window to my heart, showing everything I love. Pinnata I
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have mixed to flour glue. I have ripped up bits
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of news. We can make a big piata. We can
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make two if we choose, But first come help me.
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Dip each paper in a bowl of gloppy paste, one
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by one.
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Speaker 2: It's sloppy. Careful, don't let any go to waste.
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Speaker 1: Lay each gooey strip of paper onto this big red balloon.
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Speaker 2: We don't want to and.
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Speaker 1: It's the spot we can take all afternoon. Next we'll
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draw dry our wet pinata, paint it yellow like the sun.
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Dry it, cut a hole to feel it, hain it.
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Now we're almost done. Our sun is swinging from a
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pine tree. You are spinning through the air. Blind fold it.
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You smike it squarely quick. There's can d everywhere, glitter picture,
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shiny speckles, flashing frenckles, tiny blinking treasure twinkles shower from
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my shaker in a starry stream of winking sprinkles, drizzle
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on my picture in a glinting, glowing gust as I
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sing and scatter it, glitter dazzled by its diamond dust.
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Speaker 2: Mess. Yes, it's my mess. Do not let it distress you.
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I'm making a project that just might impress you.
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Speaker 1: Projects are messy, all makers agree, and the messiest maker
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of projects is me. Spaceship. I built the spaceship on
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this box. It looked just like the picture said. Then
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I pulled it back apart to make the one that's
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in my head. I see spaceships every day, rocking inside
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my mind. I would rather build those ships than make
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the one this box assigned sock puppet. If I were
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a sock, I'd long to be a puppet who.
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Speaker 2: Could speak and see.
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Speaker 1: But socks can't say the way they feel, for socks
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can't talk through toe or hell.
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Speaker 2: So I will saw a.
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Speaker 1: Face that's fine, as cute as yours, as cute as mine.
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Clipping felt to make a nose, sewing lips on woolen toes.
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I hope my sock will realize I'm the one who
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gave him eyes.
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Speaker 2: Drawing.
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Speaker 1: I learned to draw by watching. I learned to draw
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from books. I pay attention to my life. I notice
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how it looks when I see a spider. I do
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not hurry past. I pull out paper pencil. I sketch
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quietly and fast.
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Speaker 2: I learned to draw.
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Speaker 1: By stained still I follow line. I love to draw
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because I know what I draw is mine. Leaf pictures
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when maple's toss love letters onto the ground. We gathered
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them up and threw them around. We whistled and walked
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on the edge of our road, stuffing leaves into pockets
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till they overflowed. We brought them all home, laid them
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this way and that on long sheets of wax paper.
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We iron them flat. Our leaves look like stained glass,
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pointing and pretty. They help us remember fall in our city.
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Speaker 2: Fort.
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Speaker 1: Make one out of fuzzy blankets. Make one out of
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fallen sticks. Make one out of packing snow. Make one
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out of mud and bricks. Make one in your bedroom closet.
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Make one out of anything. Make a pillow fort in winter.
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Make a flower fort in spring. Make some walls with furniture.
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Make a squishy, mossy floor. Make a window out of ice.
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Make a secret hidden door, Make a little box for mail,
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Make a path from riverstone, make whatever kind you wish.
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Make a fort to call your own, or a gommy.
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I gently tear just as I'm told, one perfect square.
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I neatly fowed inside and out so I can hold
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a polar bear.
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Speaker 2: It's almost colds. Cookies.
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Speaker 1: You're not even looking, but you know we have been
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cooking for we're filling up the kitchen with a smell
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of something good. We are stirring hands of flutter mixer,
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wearing eggs and butter. We resemble clouds of flour, as
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too busy baker should. And these goodies we are making
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were a batter. Now they're baking into cookies. Will you
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help us eat them up? We knew you would. Snowman.
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I roll and stock my snowman, whisper, white and fat.
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I give him one red, one blue eye, a carrot nose,
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and a cowboy hat. At last, I say you're looking good.
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His rock teeth form a grin. I hug a mug
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of cocoa with my hand. Ends when I go in nitching.
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My grandma taught me how to knit, And when it's
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cod I like to sit with needles and a ball
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of yarn. I think of sheep out in a barn,
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wearing wool that's soon will be knitted by someone like me.
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And as my fingers twisty twirl each stitch into a
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knitch or pearl, I watch my window fill with snow.
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I listen as my needles go clicking, clacking, to and fro,
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and watch my knitting grow and grow snowflakes. I love
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snipping snowflakes out of paper. I could snip all day. Foating,
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snipping hearts and circles is for me the perfect way
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to spend a Sunday afternoon. New shapes flitter to the floor.
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I snip and clip in symmetry, snipping, folating, snipping more.
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Sometimes I sit and snip and think my flakes of
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paper piling high, snipping, looking out my window, watching snow
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fall from the sky, and that I can meet the
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girl who snips real snowflakes out of white. Her scissors
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must be very small, Her dancing hands snip through the night,
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shadow show when birds are snuggling into nest. When night
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begins to fall, my hands like making shadows and the
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spaces on my wall. The moon peaks in my window
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like a knowing, glowing eye, to help my hands turn
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into birds and flapping fingers fly. My hands are dogs
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and dragons. For I learn new shapes each night, shadow
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shapes of cats and trees, dance through moony light. My
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hands like telling stories of forest, sky and sea. Whenever
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we play, shadows show my wall, the moon and me
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with my hands. When I make something new, I am
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never the same. I never go back to the person
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I was for the thing that I made as part
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of me.
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Speaker 2: Now I changed it. It changed me.
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Speaker 1: I am different because I brought a new something of
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life with my hands. If you are a maker, then
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you understand. Our next book is titled We've Got the
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Whole World in Our Hands. It was published by Orchard Books,
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an imprint of Scholastic Incorporated, has a copyright year of
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twenty eighteen, and the author is Raphael Lopez. We've got
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the whole world in our hands. We've got the whole
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world in our hands. We've got you and you've got
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me in our hands. We've got the whole world in
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our hands. We've got the sun and the rain in
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our hands. We've got the moon and the stars in
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our hands. We've got the whole world in our hands.
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We've got the wind and the clouds in our hands.
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We've got the whole world in our hands. We've got
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the rivers and the mountains in our hands.
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Speaker 2: We've got the oceans in.
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Speaker 1: The seas in our hands. We've got you and you've
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got me in our hands. We've got the whole world
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in our hands. We've got everybody here in our hands.
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We've got the whole world in our hands. We've got
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everybody everywhere in our hands.
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Speaker 2: We've got the whole.
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Speaker 1: World in our hands. We've got the whole world in
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our hands. Our next story is titled My Hands Tell
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a Story, and it was published by Ridecraft Books, a
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imprint of Newmark Learning, has a copywriter of twenty twenty
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two and the author's Kelly Starlene Lyons. There's my Zoe,
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Grandma says, waving me into the kitchen with a flowered hand,
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Can I help? Wouldn't be the same without you, she says.
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I washed my hands and stand beside her at the table.
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Grandma's show me how to knead dough into a ball
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that will rise like magic. Her hands tell a story
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if you listen. I was just a little girl like you,
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and Mama taught me how to make cinnamon bread, she says.
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Ingredients are only part of it. You've got to get
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the rhythm. Push and pull, pushhin pull. I try to
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do like Grandma, but the dough bunches instead of glides.
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It's sticky instead of smooth. I frown at my hands
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and wonder if they will ever move like hers. Like this,
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she says, sprinkling, sprinkling flour like fairy dust, and placing
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her hands over mine. We use the heels of our
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palms to push the dough forward. Then we fote it
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to pull it back again. Push and pull, push and
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pull until it's just right. I place the dough into
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a greased boat. Grandma covers with the cloth. Making bread
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takes time, she says, So we sit and wait. We
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sit and talk. Her hands tell a story if you listen.
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Grandma holds her palms in front of her like a map.
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They look like roads, I say, tracing the lines. She smiles,
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like they go places only she knows. Wasn't easy, she says,
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typing in filing until my hands ached.
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Speaker 2: Then heading to the studio at night.
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Speaker 1: Some people said I should just be happy I was working,
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But I had a dream of dancing on stage. I
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picture Grandma on the spotlight, head raised toward heaven. Her
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hands weave a world without saying a word. Then she
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takes off, leaping and twirling through time and space. Her
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fingers are branches stretching toward the sky. And look at
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my hands and wonder what stories they will tell, Where
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will they go, what will they learn? I glad I
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glide a finger tipped down Grandma's rose painted nails and
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across her knuckles. I stop when I get to her
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wedding room with flowers blooming on the band. When your
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Granddaddy and I got married, she says, we bought a
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little land. People said wouldn't grow a thing, but weeds.
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But we broke up the soil, planted and tended, loved
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and believed our blessings bursts through that earth.
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Speaker 2: Yes they did.
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Speaker 1: Eating at their house always makes me feel special. Gives
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from their gardens, steam in china, dishes, squash and onions,
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collar greens, candy, yams, tiny smells tickle my nose and
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make my mouth.
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Speaker 2: Watch her.
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Speaker 1: I wonder if one day my hands will grow something too.
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Before I know it, we need to check the dough.
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I can't believe how big it has swelled. We flatten it,
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then dusted with cinnamon sugar. Next we roll it up
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and lay it in the pan. I cover it with
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cloth so it can rise again. Let's get some are,
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Grandma says. Outside on the glider, the wind whistles as
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Grandma rubs my hands soft as a whiz. I hear
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murmurs of her hands flowing and dancing, praying and planting,
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stroking my hair. When she thinks I'm asleep, then something happens.
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I look at my hands, really look at them for
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the first time. I can see memories in every line,
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Clapping games with friends, drawing my dreams, building and baking.
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Time for the oven, Grandma says, rising to go inside
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while we wait for our bread to be ready. I
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think about the power in my hands. They can turn pages,
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color and create. What will tomorrow bring. When Grandma puts
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down her girlsword puzzle, I jump up and race to
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the oven. It's time she cuts hunks of our Cinnamon's
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World bread. The spicy a roma makes me wiggle. I
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spread butter that melts into each nook. We take a
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bite and slap our hands together. Grandma stairs in my
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fingers like she's seen something new. You have my hands,
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she says, are. Our fingers are long and skinny, sweet
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brown like sugar, made for holding and reaching. But you'll
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go places I've never been, Grandma says, with pride. I
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see my hands raised in victory as I crossed the
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finish line.
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Speaker 2: I see them making music.
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Speaker 1: I see them writing about Grandma and me at home.
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I type on my computer and hear the tap tap
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rhythm softly first, and then louder and stronger. The words
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fly out like they're selling on a breeze. My hands
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tell a story if you listen. Our next book is
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called a Story of Friendship in a Filipino sign language,
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Dancing Hands, and it was published by Chronicle Books, has
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a copyright year of twenty twenty three and the author
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is Joannaku and Sharina mark kiz Our new neighbor's hands
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are Their hands move as if to music. What are
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they saying to each other? They don't need their voices
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to speak.
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Speaker 2: They speak with.
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Speaker 1: Their hands, with the expressions on their faces. Once I
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fell into step beside May, then we met again. The
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third time was planned. There were times we didn't understand
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each other. I thought we were running.
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Speaker 2: Up the hill.
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Speaker 1: May thought that we were hiding behind a tree. One
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day we could better communicate. May taught my hands to dance.
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My hands danced to describe the sounds around us, like
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the songs of birds. With our hands. May told me
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about her love of butterflies. One evening, under a blanket
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of stars. May told me our dreams, and I told
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her mine. May wants to be a teacher. I want
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to protect our earth. We are Sam and May we
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are best friends. Our next book is titled What Will
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These Hands Make? And it was published by Aburn Books
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for Young Readers, an imprint of Abrams. It has a
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copyright ear of twenty twenty and the author is Nicky McClure.
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What will these Hands make? Will these hands make a
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teacup for a child, a bowl, round and shiny, a
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quilt to warm, A chair for listening. Will these hands
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make a head for a baby's head, A wall to
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walk along, a gate to open a garden for many?
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Will these hands make a bicycle to ride, a sidewalk safe,
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a haven for others, a bench to rest a while.
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Will these hands make a bridge to cross the river,
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a boat to sell the sea, a house for swallows,
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a home for families.
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Speaker 2: Will these hands make a sign to point.
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Speaker 1: The way, A bouquet to celebrate, a gift to give,
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A basket for everything. Will these hands make a raven
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from a tree, a cabinet for treasure, a painting bright.
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Speaker 2: A flag to wave hello.
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Speaker 1: Will these hands make a knife to cut carrots to
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a cake six layers high, A spoon to stir a song.
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Speaker 2: For a parade.
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Speaker 1: Will these hands make a pillow for Grandma, A pair
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of slippers for feet, a candle to light, a bread.
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Speaker 2: To pull apart.
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Speaker 1: Will these hands make a box to hoe memories, a
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bear to sit beside, a book to share, a blanket
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woven tight. Will these hands make a fiddle to play quick,
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a stock of wood for the night, a play to cheer,
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a lantern to guide the way back home? Will these
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hands make a safe place to be? Will these hands
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make a community? What will your hands make? Our next
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set of stories are books about characters Katie Wo and Pedro,
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and the first one is titled Katie Wu in Pedro Mysteries.
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Speaker 2: It was published by Picture Window Books.
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Speaker 1: An imprint of Capstone has copyright ear of twenty twenty
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two and it was written by fran Man Ushkin. Chapter
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one a spring day. It was springtime. The sun was
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shining and the birds were singing. Katie said, let's play ball.
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Great idea, said her dad. His new ring sparkled in
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the sunlight. Your ring is so cool, said Katie. It
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shines like a rainbow, but it looks like a little
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it's a little loose. It is, said Katie's dead. I
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should get it fixed. Katie tossed him the ball.
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Speaker 2: Squawk.
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Speaker 1: The ball almost hit a blue jay. Oops, said Katie. Sorry.
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Later Pedro came over. They played in the tall grass.
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When they got hungry, Katie's dad made hot dogs. Ooh,
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Katie pointed to his finger. Where is your ring? It's gone,
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said Katie's dead.
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Speaker 2: We have to find it. Mom gave it to me
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for my birthday. But boom, a.
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Speaker 1: Big storm began. They had to run inside Chapter two,
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searching for treasure. Finally the storm was over. Look, Katie shouted,
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there's a rainbow. The end of the rainbow leads to treasure. Cool,
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said Pedro. Come on, said Katie's dead. The treasure I
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want is to find my ring. He began looking in
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the bushes in the grass. Wush, a bird flew by.
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There are lots of blue jays today, said Katie. See
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the her beak. She is making a nest. Forget the
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blue jayson. Let's find that missing ring, said Pedro. I
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am great at solving mysteries. Let's look for a clue.
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Katie's dog began digging in the grass. That's a clue,
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yelled Pedro. Coco smells the ring. No, it was a bone.
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The rainbow was still shining. That rouwingbow has to bring us, look,
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said Katie. It just has to. But Katy's father looks
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sadder and sadder. Katie sat down on her swing. Why
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are you playing, asked Pedro. We have to find your
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dad's ring. Swinging helps me think, said Katie. Pop a
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nut fell on her head. Silly bootloo Jay, she yelled,
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you dropped your food, but it made her think Chapter
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three mystery solved. Katie began swinging higher and higher. Soon
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she could see the top of the tree. What do
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you see, asked Pedro. I see a squirrel chasing another squirrel,
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said Katie. That's fun, said Pedro, but it does not
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help us find the ring. But Katie kept looking.
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Speaker 2: Dad.
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Speaker 1: She yelled, I see something shine up there. I think
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it's your ring. No way, said her dad. Rings can't fly,
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I know, said Katie, But birds can. They like taking
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shiny things for their nest.
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Speaker 2: Dead.
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Speaker 1: Can you climb the tree for sure? Said her dad.
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He climbed to the top. Squawk cried the blue jay.
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Yay yeo, Katie's dead my ring was in her nest.
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He waves the ring high look, shouted Katie. This tree
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is at the end of the rainbow. The treasure is
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your ring. You are the treasure, said Katie's dead hugging her.
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And a great detective said Pedro. This concludes the children's
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story are for today. Please join us next time as
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we will read more stories, fables and fairy tales. Thank
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