Spring According to Humphrey

Spring According to Humphrey

by Betty G. Birney


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The twelfth book in the beloved and award-winning school hamster series!
  Spring has sprung and everyone at Longfellow School, including Ms. Brisbane's class, are HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY! It also means Family Fun Night is coming up and all the students' families are involved in making amazing circus activities. Humphrey helps in many ways, but he can't help but wonder about his own family. He doesn't know anything about them. But when he thinks about all of the wonderful friends he has made at school and at his friends' homes, he stops worrying. Just like spring comes with lots of new things that grow and change, Humphrey's family of classmates and friends will always be growing. And that's just how he likes it.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780147517777
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 01/03/2017
Series: Humphrey Series , #12
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 137,047
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 7.70(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range: 7 - 9 Years

About the Author

Betty G. Birney has won many awards for writing for television, including an Emmy, three Humanitas Prizes, and a Writers Guild of America Award. Her first Humphrey book, The World According to Humphrey, was chosen for the One Book One School program. In addition to the Humphrey series, she is the author of The Seven Wonders of Sassafrass Springs and The Princess and the Peabodys. She grew up in St. Louis, Missouri, where her parents grew up as neighbors on Humphrey Street. 

Find fun Humphrey activities and teacher's guides at www.bettygbirney.com.

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Chapter 1: March Misery

I didn’t hear Mrs. Brisbane’s key turn as she opened the door that morning. I was sound asleep, snuggled under the bedding in my cage. It had been COLD-COLD-COLD all night and I was dreaming of summer. Nice, warm, sunny summer.

Suddenly, I heard Mrs. Brisbane say, “Be-Careful-Kelsey. Your boots are wet.”

And then she said, “Simon! Slow down. I don’t want anyone sliding across the floor and getting hurt.”

I poked my head out of the bedding and saw Mrs. Brisbane and most of my fellow classmates in Room 26 coming through the door. They wore caps and gloves, heavy jackets and boots.

“Sorry I was late,” Mrs. Brisbane continued. “The ice had traffic backed up. I’m glad you all made it here safely.”

Ice? Just the word gave me a chill.

My cage sits near the windowsill, so I decided to peek outside.

“Eeek!” I squeaked.

“BOING!” my neighbor Og chimed in.

For most of the year, I look out at trees and grass and the school parking lot. In the fall, the trees are red and gold. In the winter, they have branches that are either bare or tipped with snow.

But on this March day, the trees were silvery icicles, sparkling like diamonds. The brown earth glistened with a thin coating of shiny crystals.

“I hate winter!” Daniel said.

I turned and saw my friends all seated at their tables.

“I like deep snow, when you can make snowmen and go sledding,” Helpful-Holly said.

“I only like snow when we get a snow day,” Do-It-Now-Daniel said.

A lot of my friends agreed.

“I think ice is cool,” Simon said. “I skated down our driveway this morning without any skates!”

“Oooh, that’s dangerous,” Calm-Down-Cassie said. “My mom slipped on the ice and broke her arm a couple of years ago.”

Mrs. Brisbane nodded. “It is dangerous, Simon.”

Simon just shrugged and said, “I think it’s fun.”

“I like snow.” Not-Now-Nicole shivered. “But I don’t like ice. It’s so . . . icy.

The way she said it made me shiver, too.

Mrs. Brisbane walked over to the windowsill and peered down at my cage. “Are you warm enough, Humphrey?” she asked. “It might be too cold for you next to the window.”

“I’m all right,” I answered. “As long as I have nice, warm bedding and my fur coat.”

Unfortunately, since I am the classroom hamster, all she heard was “SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK!”

Then Mrs. Brisbane turned to Og. He’s the pet frog in Room 26. “How are you, Og? I know frogs don’t like cold weather.”

Og hopped up and down and made his usual weird sound. “BOING-BOING!”

Mrs. Brisbane turned back to the class. “Well, I don’t like snow or ice when it makes me late for school.”

Tell-the-Truth-Thomas waved his hand and our teacher called on him.

“It’s the beginning of March! It’s not supposed to snow in March,” he complained.

Mrs. Brisbane smiled. “But sometimes it does snow. Have you heard the saying ‘March comes in like a lion but goes out like a lamb’?”

“What?” I squeaked.

Some of the students sitting close to me giggled.

“It means that at the beginning of March, we often have some wild weather roaring in. But by the time April rolls around, the weather is usually mild, like a lamb,” she explained.

Mrs. Brisbane is unsqueakably smart! How does she know so much?

Small-Paul Fletcher raised his hand. “Meteorologists say that extreme winter weather is usually over around the end of February here,” he said. “But it has been known to snow in March. Besides, this was a mix of freezing rain and snow.”

Small-Paul is SMART-SMART-SMART. Maybe he’ll be a meteorologist someday. But wait—don’t they study meteors from outer space?

Mrs. Brisbane nodded. “Meteorologists study weather,” she said. “So they would know.”

Rolling-Rosie raised her hand. “I don’t like ice. It’s hard to stop my wheelchair sometimes.”

I was surprised, because Rolling-Rosie is great at handling her wheelchair. She even knows how to pop a wheelie!

“Does anybody know when the first day of spring is?” Mrs. Brisbane asked.

I glanced out the window again. “It’s definitely not today!” I squeaked.

“Too far away!” Just-Joey grumbled.

Again Small-Paul raised his hand. “March twentieth,” he said.

Some of my friends groaned.

“That’s weeks away!” Stop-Talking-Sophie said.

I was still feeling cold and shivery, so I jumped on my wheel and began to spin. That always gets my whiskers wiggling again.

The door opened and Hurry-Up-Harry Ito walked in.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said. “We were stuck in lots of traffic.” He handed Mrs. Brisbane a piece of paper. “I have a note from the office.”

Mrs. Brisbane nodded. “Go take off your wet jacket and boots,” she said.

Harry strolled to the cloakroom. I think he could have hurried up a little more, but that’s just the way he is.

“Maybe spring will come faster if we pay attention to the signs that the season is beginning,” Mrs. Brisbane said. “And I also want to tell you about something to look forward to.”

There were murmurings around the room. I could tell she’d gotten my classmates’ interest. Mrs. Brisbane always does!

“Tell us—please!” Kelsey said.

“We need good news,” Felipe added.


Mrs. Brisbane smiled. “Longfellow School is having a Family Fun Night in April. There will be games, prizes, and pizza, and your whole family is invited.”

“I like pizza!” Thomas said. “As long as it doesn’t have mushrooms.” He made a face and everybody laughed.

“There will be lots more to do than eat pizza,” Mrs. Brisbane continued. “And each classroom has to come up with an activity or game. It will take some work, but it will also be fun.”

The news seemed to please my friends. I don’t know much about Family Fun Nights or pizza or mushrooms, but I do know about having fun. I like it!

Tall-Paul raised his hand. “What night of the week is it?” he asked.

“It’s a Thursday,” our teacher answered.

Tall-Paul moaned. “I figured.”

“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Brisbane asked.

“My mom’s a nurse and she works Thursday nights. She could come on Wednesday, though,” he replied.

“I don’t think we can change the date at this point,” Mrs. Brisbane said. “Maybe she can switch with somebody.”

Paul shook his head. “It’s hard to change days. She’s going to be disappointed.”

I think everybody in Room 26 was disappointed for Paul G. I certainly was!

“Well, my dad probably can’t come. I only see him on weekends,” Just-Joey said.

“I know it’s hard when not everyone can make it, but I promise you’ll still have fun,” Mrs. Brisbane said.

“Yeah,” Thomas agreed. “You can still eat pizza! Unless it has mushrooms.”

Then Mrs. Brisbane went back to talking about spring and assigned all of us in her class to start looking for signs of the season and writing our observations.

“Don’t forget to use all of your senses,” she said. “Sight, smell, taste, feel, touch. When you find a sign of spring, write down the date and what you observed. Then either attach a photo or make a drawing of it. I’ll be posting them on the bulletin board.”

Slow-Down-Simon waved his hand and Mrs. Brisbane called on him.

“You can’t take a picture of a smell,” he said.

Mrs. Brisbane agreed. “Then use your words to describe it. But if you can get a picture of the thing that smelled, that would be great.”

“Simon’s feet!” someone said. I’m not sure, but I think it was Tall-Paul. I think he meant it as a joke, because everybody giggled, including Simon.

“BOING-BOING!” Og said in his twangy voice. I guess he got the joke, too.

Then Mrs. Brisbane moved on to talking about math and carrying numbers. I was way too sleepy to carry anything, so I crawled into my little sleeping hut for a morning nap.

While I dozed, I had a dream. All my friends from Room 26 were coming up to my cage and introducing me to their family members. Of course, because I spend each weekend at a different student’s house, I knew most of them.

“Humphrey, here’s my mom,” they said. Or “Humphrey, this is my dad.”

I met everybody in my dream from brothers and sisters to aunts and uncles and grandparents of all shapes and sizes. Humans have so many relatives, I don’t know how they keep them all straight! And each family is different in a special way.

When I woke up, I had a funny feeling. Where were my mom and dad, my sisters and brothers? Did I have aunts and uncles and cousins?

As far as I could tell, all I had were my human friends and Og the Frog. I consider him a good friend, but I’m pretty sure we’re not related. We certainly don’t look alike.

I have beautiful golden fur. He is green and has no fur at all. How does he stay warm?

I have a tiny mouth and tiny eyes. Og’s eyes are HUGE and so is his mouth.

I say, “SQUEAK.”

He says, “BOING!”

No, we’re definitely not related.

During recess, my friends didn’t go out to the playground as usual. They stayed inside and played FUN-FUN-FUN board games and card games.

While they were playing, I glanced out the window again and was amazed to see the sun shining brightly. The tree branches dripped as the ice melted.

Maybe spring was on the way after all.

I crossed my toes and hoped.

By the time Aldo arrived that night to clean Room 26, all of the ice had melted. (There are streetlamps that help me see the street and parking lot.)

Mamma mia,” he said. “What a day! I was late to class because of all the ice. And I can’t afford to be late to class. After all, I’m about to graduate from college!”

Aldo always does an amazing job of keeping Room 26 clean. Of course, since he was going to college so he could become a teacher like Mrs. Brisbane, he wouldn’t be cleaning classrooms once he graduated.

“It won’t be long now, Humphrey, and I’ll be the father of twins!” he said.

I was happy that Aldo was having twins and going to college, but I wasn’t so happy for me. After all, Aldo brought Og and me treats every night. That night, he brought little zucchini sticks—crunchy and sweet! Og got some Froggy Fish Sticks. He loves them—which is another reason I know we’re not related. Ick!

Aldo sat down and unwrapped his sandwich. “I wonder if my twins will ever realize how hard I’ve worked to get ahead.”

“Of course they will,” I squeaked. “They’ll be proud!”

“I’m already applying for teaching jobs in the fall,” Aldo said. “But I have to say, every time I think about leaving Longfellow School, I think of how much I’ll miss you two.”

My heart did a little flip-flop. “I’ll miss you, too,” I squeaked.


Aldo finished his sandwich in silence. And when he was gone, I felt a teeny-tiny bit sad. I didn’t care that much about the treats, but I would MISS-MISS-MISS seeing Aldo—and his amazing mustache!

HUMPHREY’S SPRING THINGS I’m REALLY-REALLY-REALLY happy that soon there will be spring. But I don’t know what to think about this family thing!

After Aldo’s car had left the parking lot, I decided to go see Gigi. She’s the guinea pig in Ms. Mac’s first-grade class.

“Og, I’m going to check on Gigi,” I said. “But I won’t be gone long because she has to get to sleep.”

I’m HAPPY-HAPPY-HAPPY that hamsters don’t sleep all through the night, because that’s the time I have my biggest adventures! I’m only sorry that Og worries about me when I’m gone.

I jiggled my lock-that-doesn’t-lock and scurried across the table. I took a deep breath and slid down the table leg to the floor.

I scrambled across the room and crawled under the door, then raced down the darkened hallway to Room 12. Once I was inside, I hurried to the table by the window.

I wasn’t sure if Gigi was awake or not, so I quietly squeaked, “Gigi? Hi, it’s me, Humphrey.”

“Hi, Humphrey,” she replied in her soft voice. I’m pawsitively thrilled that I can understand Gigi. I can understand humans, but they can’t understand me the way Gigi does. And I still haven’t figured out frog language.

“I was hoping you’d visit,” she said. “Can you come up here?”

Getting up to the tabletop is always dangerous, but I grabbed onto the blinds cord, which hung almost on the floor, and slowly swung higher and higher until I could let go and leap onto the table near Gigi.

“Did you see the ice this morning?” I asked. “Here it is March and we had an ice storm! All my friends in Room Twenty-six can’t wait for spring to come.”

“What’s spring?” Gigi asked.

She’s a little younger than I am and hasn’t been in school very long.

“It’s what comes after winter,” I explained. “It gets warmer and greener and things start to grow again.”

“Oh,” Gigi said. “I don’t know about those things.”

“You will,” I assured her. “Just pay attention in class. Ms. Mac is a great teacher.”

“I know,” Gigi said. “I love Ms. Mac.”

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