Music By Morgan

Music By Morgan

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Music By Morgan by Ted Staunton, Bill Slavin

Morgan is not pleased when his parents sign him up to play floor hockey at the community centre; he stinks at hockey and it's no fun. So when Aldeen Hummel, the Godzilla of Grade Three and a good hockey player, is unhappily signed up for piano lessons, Morgan crafts a plan to trade places.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780887809606
Publisher: Formac Publishing Company, Limited
Publication date: 06/28/2012
Series: Formac First Novels
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 64
Lexile: 420L (what's this?)
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 6 - 9 Years

About the Author

TED STAUNTON lives in Port Hope, Ontario. He divides his time between writing and a busy life as a speaker, workshop leader, storyteller and musical performer for children and adults. He has received numerous Children's Centre "Best Books/Our Choice" awards, a Silver Birch Award nomination and a Hackmatack Award nomination.
TED STAUNTON divides his time between writing and a busy schedule as a speaker, workshop leader, storyteller and musical performer for children and adults. His previous books include the well-loved Green Applestreet Gang series, the Cyril and Maggie series, the Morgan series, Puddleman, Simons Surprise and the acclaimed Hope Springs a Leak. He has received numerous Canadian Childrens Book Centre "Our Choice" awards, a Silver Birch Award nomination and a Hackmactack Award nomination.
BILL SLAVIN is a celebrated illustrator who lives in Millbrook Ontario. He has illustrated over 40 books for children, including The Cat Came Back.

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Chapter 1 Thwack, thwack, scrape, THUNK. I hear that every time my friend Charlie scores on me. Charlie scores on me every time. We are playing ball hockey in my driveway. Charlie plays forward. I'm in net. Aldeen Hummel, the Godzilla of Grade Three, is on defence. The thwack thwack is Aldeen's stick as she mashes at Charlie's feet. Luckily for him, Charlie is way too fast. The scrape is Charlie getting off a wrist shot. The THUNK is the tennis ball hitting the garage door behind me. Every time. I stink at hockey. Oh-oh. Here we go again. Thwack, thwack, scrape, THUNK. "Shoots, he scorrres," Charlie says. When we started, he'd shout and shoot his arms up over his head. Probably his arms are tired by now. "No fair," says Aldeen. Her glasses are steamed up and her witchy hair looks as if it has exploded. It is fair. It's just that it's no fun. "Do it again," Aldeen orders. Instead, Charlie flops in the fallen leaves on the grass. "In a sec," he says. "What are you going to be for Halloween? I'm going to be a hockey player." Aldeen snorts. "You can't be a hockey player. How are you going to walk around in skates?" Charlie shrugs. "I'll carry them over my shoulder." Aldeen's Granny Flo pulls up in the taxi cab she drives. Sometimes Aldeen comes over after school until her mom or her grandma can get off work and come to get her. Granny Flo waves and goes inside. Aldeen says, "Well, I'm going to be a scary monster." I look at Charlie. He looks at me. We're both thinking, You won't need a costume. We don't say that. We both like living too much. "What are you going to be, Morgan?" Charlie asks. "I dunno yet," I say. Halloween makes me think of treats. I like eating way better than hockey. "Let's get snacks," I say. We go in. Mom is in the kitchen, talking with Aldeen's grandma. They are looking at a booklet. We get juice and one cookie each. I'm about to sneak another one when I hear what they are talking about. Mom says, "The community centre runs good programs. What are you signing up Aldeen for?" "Piano," says Granny Flo. "She's artistic. She needs to try something new. But we don't have a keyboard at home." "We've got one in the basement," Mom says. "She can practice here after school if she wants. We're signing up Morgan for floor hockey. Something active." I freeze. Aldeen looks at me. Her eyes are bigger than the cookie jar. I can tell we are both thinking the same thing: Oh, no.

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