Franklin's Baby Sister, Franklin's Class Trip, and Hurry Up, Franklin
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Franklin’s Baby Sister
Franklin’s Class Trip
Hurry Up, Franklin
To Cole and Rachel Shearer – P. B.
For my baby sister, Linda, with love – B. C.
Franklin is a trademark of Kids Can Press Ltd.
Text copyright © 2000 by P.B. Creations Inc.
Illustrations © copyright 2000 Brenda Clark Illustrator Inc.
Interior illustrations prepared with the assistance of Shelley Southern.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of Kids Can Press Ltd. or, in case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a license from CANCOPY (Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900, Toronto, ON, M5E 1E5.
Kids Can Press acknowledges the financial support of the Ontario Arts Council, the Canada Council for the Arts and the Government of Canada, through the BPIDP, for our publishing activity.
Kids Can Press Ltd.
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Toronto, Ontario, Canada
M4V 1E2
Printed in Hong Kong by Wing King Tong Company Limited
CDN PA 00 0 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Canadian Cataloguing Publication Data
Bourgeois, Paulette
Franklin’s baby sister
eISBN 978-1-4532-1868-6
ISBN 1-55074-794-0 (bound) ISBN 1-55074-858-0
I. Clark, Brenda II. Title.
PS8553.O85477F724 2000jC813’.54 C00-930336-7
PZ7.B68Fr 2000
Kids Can Press is a Nelvana company
Franklin’s Baby Sister
Written by Paulette Bourgeois
Illustrated by Brenda Clark
Kids Can Press
FRANKLIN could count by twos and tie his shoes. He could name the days of the week, the months of the year and the four seasons. He liked to play ball in summer, collect leaves in fall and build snow turtles in winter. But Franklin loved spring most of all. And this spring promised to be very special.
Franklin’s parents had exciting news. They were going to have a baby in the spring.
Franklin jumped up and down. He had always wanted to be a big brother. He had even practised with Bear’s little sister, Beatrice.
“I can make babies laugh, and I can burp them, too,” said Franklin.
“You will be a wonderful big brother,” said his mother.
Every day, Franklin asked his parents, “Is it spring yet?”
Franklin’s mother would pat her tummy and say, “Not yet. But soon.”
Franklin wasn’t so sure. It was still cold outside, and there was snow on the ground. Spring seemed far away.
At school, Mr. Owl asked if anyone knew the signs of spring.
“The earth wakes up after a long sleep,” said Badger.
“Plants start pushing through the ground,” said Snail.
“Babies are born,” said Franklin.
He looked out the window at the wintery sky and wished that spring would hurry up.
Franklin worried about the seed he’d planted for his spring project.
It’s in a warm, safe place, and it always has water,” he told Mr. Owl. “But nothing is happening.”
“Your plant is growing,” said Mr. Owl. “You just can’t see it yet. You’ll have to wait.”
Franklin sighed. He didn’t like waiting.
At home, Franklin helped his parents get ready for the baby.
“It sure is taking a long time for this baby to get here,” said Franklin.
Franklin’s mother gave him a hug. “The baby is due in spring, and spring is just around the corner,” she said.
“It is?” said Franklin, brightening.
Franklin went for a walk. He looked around every corner and called, “Hello, Spring? Are you there?”
But there was no answer.
Franklin banged on pots and clanged on pans. He rang bells and clashed cymbals.
Even with all the noise, the earth didn’t wake up.
Franklin looked in his garden. None of the plants had pushed through the ground.
There was no sign of spring anywhere.
And that was a problem because the baby was supposed to arrive in the spring.
Franklin felt very sad. If spring didn’t come, he would never be a big brother.
Franklin moped around the yard.
His father came out to see what was wrong.
“I don’t think spring will ever come,” said Franklin.
“Don’t worry,” said his father. “April showers bring May flowers.”
Franklin got excited. He knew that April and May meant spring. And they were having a shower that weekend. His mother had said so.
On Sunday, Franklin put on his rain gear and got his umbrella.
“I’m ready for the shower,” he said.
“We’re not having that kind of shower,” laughed his mother. “It’s a baby shower.”
Franklin looked confused.
His father smiled. “Our friends bring gifts for the baby.”
Franklin wished their friends would bring spring instead.
During the shower, some special presents arrived from Great-Aunt Harriet.
There was a mobile for the baby, flowers for Franklin’s mother and a kite for Franklin.
Franklin’s mother sniffed the blossoms and said, “It looks like Aunt Harriet sent us spring.”
“Whoopee!” said Franklin. “The baby will be born soon.”
The next day at school, Franklin announced that spring had sprung.
“You’re right,” agreed Mr. Owl. “Look.”
Franklin’s plant had pushed its way into the light.
It was little and green and absolutely wonderful.
When Franklin got home, his granny was there.
“Congratulations, Franklin,” she said. “You are a big brother. Your little sister was born today.”
Franklin danced around the house.
“May I see her now?” he asked.
“She’s waiting for you at the hospital,” said Granny.
And off they went.
At the hospital, Franklin kissed his parents and smiled at the baby.
“What’s her name?” asked Franklin.
“We haven’t decided yet,” answered his mother. “We need something special.”
Franklin looked closely at his sister. “Why don’t we name her after Great-Aunt Harriet? She’s special, and the baby looks just like her.”
Franklin’s mother and father smiled. They agreed that Harriet was the perfect name.
Franklin asked to hold his sister. He cradled her gently in his arms.
“Hello, Harriet,” he said. “I’m your big brother, Franklin, and I’ve been waiting for you.”
Dedicated with appreciation to the Royal Ontario Museum – P. B. & B. C.
Franklin is a trademark of Kids Can Press Ltd.
Text copyright © 1999 by P.B. Creations Inc.
Illustrations copyright © 1999 Brenda Clark Illustrator Inc.
Story written by Paulette Bourgeois and Sharon Jennings.
Interior illustrations prepared with the assistance of Shelley Southern.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of Kids Can Press Ltd. or, in case of photocopying or other reprographic copying, a license from CANCOPY (Canadian
Copyright Licensing Agency), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900, Toronto, ON, M5E 1E5.
Kids Can Press acknowledges the financial support of the Ontario Arts Council, the Canada Council for the Arts and the Government of Canada, through the BPIDP, for our publishing activity.
Kids Can Press Ltd.
29 Birch Avenue
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
M4V 1E2
Printed in Hong Kong by Wing King Tong Co. Ltd.
CDN PA 99 0 9 8 7 6 5 4
Canadian Cataloguing in Publication Data
Bourgeois, Paulette
Franklin’s class trip
ISBN 1-55074-470-4 (bound) ISBN 1-55074-472-0 (pbk.)
I. Clark, Brenda II. Title.
PS8553.O85477F736 1999 jc813’.54C98-931810-9
Kids Can Press is a Nelvana company
Franklin’s Class Trip
Written by Paulette Bourgeois
Illustrated by Brenda Clark
Kids Can Press
FRANKLIN could count by twos and tie his shoes. He had gone with his class to the bakery, the fire station and the pet store. Today Franklin’s class was going to the museum. Franklin was so excited that he could hardly eat his breakfast.
The museum had lots of steps and huge doors.
“Wow, it’s big,” said Franklin.
“It has to be,” said Beaver. “There are real dinosaurs inside.”
Beaver had been to the museum before. She knew everything about it.
“Big dinosaurs,” she emphasized. “So big that they ate trees for breakfast.”
Franklin was afraid to ask what dinosaurs ate for lunch.
Franklin sat down on the steps.
“What’s wrong?” asked Snail.
“Beaver says there are real dinosaurs in the museum.”
Snail looked alarmed. “That sounds scary.”
Franklin nodded.
In the museum lobby, Mr. Owl went over the rules. No shouting. No running. And stay with the group.
“Mr. Owl,” said Beaver, “one more thing. Watch out for dinosaurs.”
Moose and Bear laughed.
Franklin didn’t. He moved a little closer to Mr. Owl.
Their first stop was the bat cave.
It was dark inside. Squeaks and squawks filled the air.
“What’s that?” asked Franklin.
Beaver giggled. “That’s the sound bats make to find their way around.”
Franklin was relieved that it was bats and not dinosaurs.
The class visited the rain forest next.
Franklin climbed high into a tree house. He could see the tops of trees.
“Can you spot any dinosaurs?” asked Snail.
Franklin shook his head and climbed down quickly.
There was so much to do in the museum that Franklin almost forgot about the dinosaurs.
In the medieval room, Franklin had fun dressing up like a knight.
Franklin even got to dig in a sandy pit. He was the first one to find an arrowhead.
It was just like being a real archaeologist.
“The best part is still to come,” said Beaver as they sat down in the cafeteria.
“Yes,” agreed Bear. “Lunch!”
Mr. Owl smiled. “I think Beaver means the dinosaur exhibit.”
Franklin gulped. “I’m too tired to see more. I’ll just stay here for a while,” he muttered.
“Me too,” said Snail.
“You’ll forget about being tired when you see the dinosaurs,” said Mr. Owl. “Eat up and let’s go.”
Reluctantly, Franklin and Snail followed giant footprints down a long, leafy corridor.
There was a loud roar. The floor shook. So did Franklin.
“Aahh!” screamed Franklin when he turned the corner.
He was looking right into the bony mouth of a Tyrannosaurus.
Franklin blinked. “They’re bones! Real dinosaur bones! But the dinosaurs aren’t alive.”
“Alive?” giggled Beaver. “Of course not. There hasn’t been a live dinosaur for millions of years. You make good jokes, Franklin.”
“You sure do,” whispered Snail.
As they were leaving, Franklin and his friends walked past the Egyptian exhibit.
“Next time,” said Beaver, “you should visit the tomb. There’s a mummy inside.”
“Is it real?” asked Franklin.
“Yes, and scary,” said Beaver.
But Franklin wasn’t scared. He had a mummy at home.
And he could hardly wait to tell her all about his adventures at the museum.
For Brooke and Devin – P. B.
For Jack and Beth, with love – B. C.
Franklin is a trademark of Kids Can Press Ltd.
Text © 1989 Contextx. Inc.
Illustrations © 1989 Brenda Clark Illustrator Inc.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of Kids Can Press Ltd. or, in case for photocopying or other reprographic copying, a license from CANCOPY (Canadian Copyright Licensing Agency), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900, Toronto, ON, M5E 1E5.
Kids Can Press acknowledges the financial support of the Ontario Arts Council, the Canada Council for the Arts and the Government of Canada, through the BPIDP, for our publishing activity.
Kids Can Press Ltd.
29 Birch Avenue
Toronto, ON M4V 1E2
www.kidscanpress.com
Printed in Hong Kong by Wing King Tong Company Limited
This book is limp sewn with a drawn-on cover.
CDN PA 89 20 19
Canadian Cataloguing in Publication Data
Bourgeois, Paulette
Hurry Up, Franklin
ISBN 0-921103-68-9 (bound) ISBN 1-55074-016-4 (pbk.)
I. Clark, Brenda. II. Title
PS8553.087H87 1988 jC813’.54 C88-094481-1
PZ10.3.B67Ha 1986
Kids Can Press is a Nelvana company
Hurry Up, Franklin
Written by Paulette Bourgeois
Illustrated by Brenda Clark
Kids Can Press
FRANKLIN could slide down a river bank all by himself. He could count forwards and backwards. He could zip zippers and button buttons. He could even sleep alone in his small, dark shell. But Franklin was slow …
Even for a turtle.
“Hurry up, Franklin,” pleaded his mother. “Hurry up, Franklin,” begged his father. “Hurry up, Franklin,” shouted his friends.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” said Franklin. But there was always so much to see and so much to do. Franklin was never there in just a minute.
One day Franklin was very excited. He was going to Bear’s house. It was a special day. A very special day. “Hurry up,” said Franklin’s mother. “You can’t be late.”
It wasn’t far to Bear’s house. Just along the path, over the bridge and across the berry patch. Franklin meant to hurry – except he saw something unusual. He wandered off the path and found Rabbit bobbing up and down in the tall, green grass.
“What are you doing?” Franklin asked Rabbit.
“Playing Leap Frog,” said Rabbit. “Do you want to play with me?”
“I’m on my way to Bear’s house,” said Franklin. “And I can’t be late.”
“There’s lots of time,” said Rabbit, forgetting that Franklin was slow, even for a turtle. “It’s just along the path, over the bridge and across the berry patch. Come and play with me.”
Franklin knew it wasn’t far and so he said yes. Rabbit leaped over Franklin again and again. But after a while Rabbit said, “It’s time to go. Hurry up, Franklin, or you’ll be late.” Then Rabbit bounded along the path on his way to Bear’s house.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” said Franklin. And he meant to be there in just a minute – except he heard an odd sound. Franklin wandered even farther off the path until he found Otter sliding up and down the river bank
.
“What are you doing?” Franklin asked Otter.
“Slipping and sliding,” answered Otter. “Do you want to play with me?”
“I’m on my way to Bear’s house,” said Franklin. “And I can’t be late.”
“There’s lots of time,” said Otter, forgetting that Franklin was slow, even for a turtle. “It’s just along the path, over the bridge and across the berry patch. Come and play with me.”
Franklin knew it wasn’t far and so he said yes. Franklin slid down the river bank and splashed and blew bubbles until Otter said, “It’s time to go. Hurry up, Franklin, or you’ll be late.” Then Otter swam away with a flick of her tail on her way to Bear’s house.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” said Franklin.
Franklin knew it wasn’t far and so he said yes. Franklin slid down the river bank and splashed and blew bubbles until Otter said, “It’s time to go. Hurry up, Franklin, or you’ll be late.” Then Otter swam away with a flick of her tail on her way to Bear’s house.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” said Franklin.
It was very quiet. Franklin was alone and far from the path. Rabbit had gone. Otter had gone. Franklin had a frightening thought. Maybe he was already too late!