I'm a Frayed Knot

by Jacqueline Brennan

Overview

Fred is a little frayed knot who has fears that have him a bit more frayed than your average knot. They include things that children have to do for the first time, like going to the dentist and the first day of school. With a little courage and help from family and friends, Fred takes us on his "I've got to do what I've got to do" journey. He slowly realizes something wonderful is happening...he notices his knot becomes a little less frayed with each fear he conquers.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781496924766
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	07/30/2014
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	24
File size:	4 MB
Age Range:	4 - 8 Years

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I'm a Frayed Knot

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By Jacqueline Brennan

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2014 Jacqueline Brennan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4969-2475-9

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CHAPTER 1

I'm Fred the frayed knot. My knot is all frayed. My fears have unraveled my nice twirly braid.

A frilly frayed knot who sits year after year, I hope to one day be a knot without fear.

I must conquer my fears one step at a time. You could cheer me on as you read what I rhyme.

I know with your help I can d it today. Maybe then I won't look like a knot gone astray.

I'll be totally fearless; I'll have fun in the sun. I'll stop looking as if I'm completely undone. I mad small list of things I'm afraid of. Fuzzy white rope is not all I am made of. You know, one of these fears you just might relate to, so hurry, read on, because I cannot wait to.

I go to the dentist with a terrible toothache, most likely brought on by mom's devil's-food cake.

As I sit in the waiting room, I star to feel dizzy. I ask, "Is it warm?" as I start to get frizzy.

I hear the nurse say, "Is there a knot here name Fred?" I just sit there and tremble as my white rope turns red. I shake in my shoes as I crawl up the chair. By the time I sit down ... wow, I have crazy hair!

He says, "Open wide, and let's take a good look." I think to myself, I'd rather read a good book. He counts my teeth, then takes an X-ray. He fixes my tooth, and my knot has less fray.

My fear of the doctor, of course, is that shot-you know, that small pinch that leaves a red dot? As I sit on the table, I'll tell you no lie, I start screaming and crying, "Why, Mommy, why!"

It is time for my shot, so of course I get fuzzy. Even Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't his fuzzy ... or was he? Then my mom says, "All done," and I must confess: it wasn't so bad, and I'm frayed even less.

On the first day of school, in my boots I am shaking. I feel sick to my stomach; this me I'm not faking.

Mom helps me calm down by holding my hand. She sing my favorite song from my favorite band.

When I get to school, my teacher is sweet. I thought she'd be mean and have really big feet! She'd be cold as tone, a tall pillar of ice, but she's so very friendly, surprisingly nice.

(Continues...)

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