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Sam the Man needs a job. His sister gets twenty bucks a pop for mowing people’s lawns. But seven-year-olds aren’t allowed to mow lawns, so Sam decides to ask his next door neighbor if she needs help doing other chores. It turns out she’ll pay him a whole dollar each time he can convince her dad, Mr. Stockfish, to join him for a daily walk. But it turns out that getting Mr. Stockfish to leave the living room isn’t easy. AND a dollar a pop isn’t going to cut it.
So when Mrs. Kerner, another neighbor, asks if Sam would like to watch her chickens, Sam jumps on the task. Watching chickens is more fun than he expects, and comes with an added bonus: it turns out that visiting the chickens is the one thing that can coax Mr. Stockfish out of the house. But what does a seven-year-old do with all the money he’s earning? It’s not enough for a bike, and too much for candy. But wait! It’s just enough for a chicken of his own—the kind that lays BLUE eggs! Soon he has a whole waiting list of kids who want to buy a blue egg. And what does Sam plan on doing with his new fortune? Buy Mr. Stockfish his own chicken, of course!
About the Author
Amy June Bates has illustrated books including the Sam the Man series; Sweet Dreams and That’s What I’d Do, both by singer-songwriter Jewel; and Waiting for the Magic by Patricia MacLachlan. She is the author-illustrator of The Big Umbrella, about which Booklist raved, “A boundlessly inclusive spirit...This open-ended picture book creates a natural springboard for discussion.” She lives in Carlisle, Pennsylvania, with her husband and three children.
Read an Excerpt
Sam the Man & the Chicken Plan
Sam Graham wanted a job.
Everyone else in his family had a job. His dad did something with computers, and his mom did something with clients, and his sister, Annabelle, who was twelve, mowed lawns.
“Twenty bucks a pop,” Annabelle said when she came home from a job, sweaty and flecked with little bits of grass. “Hard to beat.”
“What can I do for twenty bucks a pop?” Sam asked his mom.
“There aren’t many jobs for seven-year-olds,” his mom said. “I’ll give you a dollar to clean your room.”
Sam didn’t want a job that only paid one buck a pop.
Besides, his room didn’t need cleaning.
When Mrs. Kerner stopped by to see if Annabelle would take care of her chickens while she was away, Annabelle said she couldn’t do it.
“I have three lawns to mow this weekend,” she told Mrs. Kerner. “Hate to say it, but there’s no time for chickens.”
Sam raced over to Mrs. Kerner. He waved his arms in the air. “I’ll take care of your chickens!”
“You’re only seven,” Mrs. Kerner said. “Seven-year-olds don’t know the first thing about chickens.”
“I know they lay eggs,” Sam said, holding up one finger.
“I know they like to be around other chickens,” he added, holding up a second finger.
He tried to think of one more thing he had learned on the second-grade field trip to the farm.
Aha! He held up a third finger. “I know their poop is good for the garden.”
“Don’t say ‘poop,’ ” said Mrs. Kerner.
“I like the way it sounds,” said Sam.
“Still,” said Mrs. Kerner. “Still and all.”
She looked at Sam for a long time. “You know a lot about chickens. But you’re awfully small.”
“I’m bigger than a raccoon,” said Sam.
“I despise raccoons,” said Mrs. Kerner.
“Me too,” said Sam.
“Okay, then,” said Mrs. Kerner. “I think we can work together.”