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New Year Cheer by Kathleen Bahr
Art by Cyndi Wojciechowski
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Hide-and-Seek by Susan Weiss
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Four, five, six, seven,
Almost done.
Eight, nine, ten,
Now, time to run!
Footsteps coming
(Pound, heart, pound).
The door flies open,
EEK! I’m found.
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The Guitar Pig Mystery
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“My cat hides under beds
sometimes. Maybe Lucky does,
too,” Daniel said. He led the way
back upstairs. On his hands and
knees, he lifted the blue and white
quilt’s edge. “No pig here.”
Meanwhile, Evelyn spotted
something pink and plastic on
Aunt Kim’s quilt. It was shaped
almost like a triangle. “Daniel, did
Aunt Kim ask you to get her guitar
pig? Or did she say guitar pick?”
Her cousin shrugged. “It was
hard to hear her, because Dad and
Uncle Mike were playing their
fiddles. What’s a guitar pick?”
Evelyn held up the pink triangle.
“Yesterday, before your family got
here, Aunt Kim played the guitar
for me. She was using this. I think
it’s called a guitar pick.”
Daniel tilted his head. “Well, it
is pink, and it was on her bed. . . .”
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The fiddle music was over when the cousins
walked onto the porch. Aunt Kim was talking to
Grandma. Before the cousins could say anything,
Aunt Kim said, “Oh thanks, you two! I really don’t
like playing without my lucky guitar pick.” Evelyn
handed it over, and Aunt Kim strummed a few times.
“I hope it wasn’t hard to find.”
“It was just where you said,” said Daniel, winking
at Evelyn. She laughed so hard her braids bounced.
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Almost Ready by Ann Marie Drury
What are we
playing, Chloe?
Let’s
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Old King Cole A Traditional Rhyme and Song
Art by Victoria Assanelli
Now Old King Cole was a mer ry old soul, and a mer ry old soul was
he. He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he
called for his fid dlers three. And___ ev ’ry fid dler
had a fine fid dle, and a ve ry fine fid dle had he. Oh there’s
none so rare as___ can com pare with King Cole and his fid dlers three.
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Tuesdays
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Finn’s mother rang the doorbell.
“Maybe she went shopping,”
said Finn hopefully. “Or maybe
she’s too grumpy to give a lesson.
Maybe she needs to take a nap
instead.”
But the door opened, and
there was Miss Bea, at home,
smiling and wide awake. “Hello
there, Finn,” she said. “Come
on in.”
Miss Bea’s piano was black and
shiny. It had a curvy clock, a stack
of books, and a gold lamp on top.
Finn sat on the bench. His feet sure
couldn’t run now. They couldn’t
even touch the floor. He held on
to his Star-Blaster kit.
“That looks like a special box,”
said Miss Bea. “Is it something
new?”
“It’s going to be a Star-Blaster,”
said Finn, “but I have to wait till
I get home.” He tried not to look
grumpy when he said it.
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“Ah, so you’re a builder,” said Miss Bea. “That’s
very good. I bet you can figure out how this piano
works. Why don’t you start by pressing some keys?”
Finn pressed some white keys. Then he pressed
some black keys. Then he pressed a white one and
a black one at the same time. It didn’t really make a
song, but Miss Bea said she liked it.
Then, to Finn’s surprise, she took away the
clock, the books, the lamp, and—whoa!—popped
the piano open.
“I didn’t know it had a lid,” said Finn.
“Every piano does. It has hammers, too,” said
Miss Bea. “Stand on the bench and look inside.”
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Finn’s mother held him
steady. The hammers weren’t
the kind he expected. They
were pieces of wood with round
ends. The ends were covered
with felt. Some were fat. Some
were skinny. Finn touched the
felt. It was soft and fuzzy.
There was a row of strings
in front of the hammers. The
strings were made of metal.
Some were fat. Some were skinny.
Finn touched a string. It was
cool and tight.
“Now press a key and watch
what happens,” said Miss Bea.
Finn pressed a key and
(bong!) a fat hammer hit a fat
string. He pressed another key
and (bing!) a skinny hammer
hit a skinny string. Pressing lots
of keys at once made lots of
hammers hit lots of strings. It still
wasn’t a song, but Miss Bea said,
“Good job.”
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Finn sat down and tried more keys. His left
hand made low rumbles, and Miss Bea said it
sounded like a rocket blast. His right hand made
high twinkles, and Miss Bea said it made her
think of stars.
Then Miss Bea had a question. “If you were
going to build a piano, how many pieces would
you need?”
“H’m . . . fifty?” guessed Finn.
“More,” said Miss Bea.
“A hundred forty-two?” guessed Finn.
“Many more.”
Finn guessed all the way up to nine hundred
fifty-seven, but it was “More, more, more.”
He tried sixty-eight zillion. “Not quite,”
laughed Miss Bea. “But it’s still a big number:
ten thousand pieces.”
“Whoa,” said Finn. “My Star-Blaster only has
sixty-two. But it’s still going to be hard to put
it together.”
“But it will be worth it,” said Miss Bea. “Piano
lessons are like that, too. You work and work to
build a song. You use keys and hammers and
strings. Your songs can be fast or slow, high or
low, soft or loud.”
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“I want to build a fast loud one,” said Finn.
“You will,” said Miss Bea, “when your fingers
learn to run and jump. But for now, our time is up.”
On the way home, Finn asked his mother how
many songs there were to learn.
“There must be thousands,” she said. “Especially
if you practice.”
“Then I’d better start soon,” said Finn. He looked
at his building fingers. “How many days,” he asked,
“till Tuesday?”
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the number 1!
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art © 2016 by Victoria Assanelli; “Tuesdays,” art © 2015 by Tatjana Mai-Wyss; “New Year’s Eve Countdown,” 31 yusufdemirci/
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Studio/Shutterstock; “Snowballs,” text © 2003 by Pat Sandifer Borum, art © 2003 by Joung Un Kim; “Molly and Emmett,” text
and art © 2005 by Marylin Hafner.
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