Hello young kids. I sat in a rocking chair this morning as five waves of you came my way. And to each of your classes, from Kindergarten to Grade 3, I read Stanley at School. You sat on the carpet. You laughed. You got scared. Some of you were silent. Others gasped and squealed. It was fun finding out what Stanley had up his sleeve.
Every day, Stanley the dog watched all the children in his neighborhood walk down his street and into their school, where they stayed until the afternoon. And every day he got more and more curious. “What did the kids do in that school all day?” His dog friends at the park didn’t know any more than he did. So they decided to find out, and together they made their way to the bottom of the stairs in front of the school. And that’s when Stanley got an idea. A big idea. A bold idea! An idea so daring, it made his fur stand up. “Why don’t we go inside?”
And so they did. I turned on my various voices, and I think you liked it. A doggie whisper of wonder. A nervous little mutt afraid to walk through the human doors. A faceless custodian yelling “Bad dogs!” A soothing principal cooing “There, there, there” as she petted canine heads.
You and I discovered that dogs really run well in school and that kids’ lunches are downright delicious, right down to the last pickle. You guessed if the next page would be good stuff or bad. You told me how the story would end. And most of your eyes were very wide indeed.
I had fun. I think you did too. And isn’t that just the best?