Soccer

Soccer

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by Patsy Clairmont
     
 

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There's a new cat in the house outside of the pantry. "I heard Whomp is a WILD cat!" Soccer hears from Tipsy the Spider who heard it from Chatter the ladybug who heard it from Dot the housefly "who saw it with her own seven eyes." When Soccer rushes home to tell his mom, she warns him not believe everything he hears. But when Soccer has to venture out to meet Tipsy

Overview

There's a new cat in the house outside of the pantry. "I heard Whomp is a WILD cat!" Soccer hears from Tipsy the Spider who heard it from Chatter the ladybug who heard it from Dot the housefly "who saw it with her own seven eyes." When Soccer rushes home to tell his mom, she warns him not believe everything he hears. But when Soccer has to venture out to meet Tipsy for a game of checkers, he doesn't take any chances. In his suit of armor (a bike helmet, boxing gloves, winter boots, and a wooden sword), Soccer stumbles upon a ball of fur that is anything but "WILD." This adorably illustrated tale from the pantry will entertain children of all ages with the important lesson of being cautious of rumors.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781418553111
Publisher:
Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date:
02/27/2005
Series:
Tails from the Pantry , #1
Sold by:
THOMAS NELSON
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
32
File size:
825 KB
Age Range:
3 - 7 Years

Meet the Author

Patsy Clairmont is a popular speaker, a coauthor of various Women of Faith devotionals, and the author of such best-selling books as "God Uses Cracked Pots" and "Sportin' a 'Tude." She and her husband live in Brighton, Michigan.

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Soccer 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Never could hold in your true nature for long, Seth. I knew this was coming. You might even "repent" and talk to pj2014, i dunno. You are messed up. The world is messed up. God, i am tired. I might stop chatting becuase really whats the piont? I am so tired. Tired of all this. Why cant you and pj2014 just not talk if you both hate each other? Sighhhhhhhhh...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She sat in a corner. She avoided looking at you. She drew pictures in my notebook.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Yo peep i said to mool . Lets kill an endermen and the wither. We dont even have soulsand mool ! Are you crazy now mine that coal with your pickaxe.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Excellent!" Effie claps her hands. "Well, come on up!" I shuffle my way to the stage, hands in the pockets of my jeans. My mother insisted I wear a dress, but I never've liked them. So I didn't wear one. "Congratulations, Jacquelin!" Effie says."I go by Jayrow," I say quietly. "Jayr, then. Any volunteers for this lovely lady?" Effie says. It becomes silent. You could hear a pin drop. "No volunteers? Shame. Now the gentlemen!" Effie says. I wonder who my fellow tribute will be as the paper crinkles and unfolds. "Yancy Williams," she reads. My brother. No. How can this be? I can't. No. This can't be happening at all. No. My brother walks briskly up to the stage, head down to avoid the gaze of everyone. "Any volunteers for this fine young man?" Effie says. It's silent. I can feel tears brimming but I can't afford to cry. Effie breaks the silence by saying, "Well, if there aren't any volunteers-" "Wait!" says a voice. Effie looks around, startled by the sudden exclamation. I look around and see a boy with his hand up. He looks around my age, with green eyes and black-and-white hair, probably dyed that way. The Capitol fashions have worked their way into district three. But at least this one isn't so odd of a color. He wears a green vest with pockets over a black shirt, and black pants. "I volunteer as tribute," he says. I'm surprised at this, that he would volunteer for my 17 year old brother who has a far better chance of winning than him, a 13-year-old boy. "I-it looks like we have a volunteer!" Effie says, bewildered at the circumstances. The boy walks up to the stage, not confident but not shy. "What's your name, young man?" Effie asks. "P-Peirce. Peirce Samuels," he says. I'm still unconvinced he volunteered because he wanted to win. Once Effie congratulates him, we're taken inside by the peacekeepers, and we're given our time with our friends and families before we go. "Yahtzee," I say, and hug my brother. "Jayrow," he says, and doesn't let go of me. And I don't ask him to, until we've been hugging for at least five minutes. "Dad," I say. "Jay," he says. "Don't worry about us here at home. Just win for us, okay? Win." "Okay," I say, my voice barely a whisper, and the tears start rolling again. "Is Dusty here?" I ask. "I've been stading here forever, what are you, blind?" Dusty says, and I finally spot him. Then I just run over to him and give him a great hig bear hug. "Time's up," says the peacekeeper. "Wait," my dad says. "Please." He hands me a necklace. A metal chain with a lightning bolt. I take the chain, and before I can say another word, the peacekeeper's leading me onto the train that will take me to the capitol. All right, I think. Let the Games begin.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I won't
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Penis PENIS PENIS
Group1Nook 57 More than 1 year ago
Dumb book i thought t was about soccer not rumors
Group1Nook 84 More than 1 year ago
Bad