Flat Stanley goes to School
Flat Stanley loves pancakes. He giggles and squishes them with a spatula. When Flat Stanley gets his hair cut, it comes out as a flat-top, no matter what. Flat Stanley used to ride his bike to school -- until he got a flat tire.
Flat Stanley lives in Kansas, the flattest state in America. Every morning, he rises with the sun, and looks across the prairie from his family’s one-floor apartment.
He loves watching the wind blow across the fields of golden grain. And every night before he sleeps, he counts the twinkling stars above.
Flat Stanley loves school. He loves drawing, and learning letters. He’s good at all kinds of shapes.
One day, Flat Stanley had music class. All the other kids sang “Ahh!” But Flat Stanley could only sing “Ohh.” His note was flat. Flat Stanley was embarrassed, and sang very softly. What happened when he played the xylophone?
All the kids in after-care were playing with putty. They made balls, and mountains, and even snakes! But Flat Stanley didn’t know how to do that. He stuck to making putty pancakes.
Flat Stanley felt embarrassed. His mom cooked him linguine, but even that didn’t help.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“Everything I do falls flat,” he said.
“I’m sorry sweetie,” she said. “Learning new things can be hard.” She gave him a hug.
The next day, she made him a stack of pancakes.
“Keep a level attitude,” she said. “Things may even out.”
In music class, the teacher taught them to breathe deeply. Stanley held his note steady!
In cooking class, Stanley got to use the rolling pin. He had lots of fun rolling the dough.
But soon it was aftercare, and Flat Stanley still couldn’t play with putty.
He looked at it really hard.
He squished it in his fists.
He made one side flat. And another, and then another.
Today, Flat Stanley makes all kinds of shapes. But he still loves pancakes the best.
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