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“There was only one more thing to do--go into the haunted house.
“You first,” said Beaver, pushing Franklin toward the door.
It creaked open. A skeleton rattled. Chains clanged. There were moans. Franklin stepped on something crunchy.
Suddenly, a big hairy hand reached out of the darkness.
Franklin’s heart beat hard and fast. But before he could scream, a light was flicked on.
“Trick or treat!” shouted Mr. Mole.
Franklin looked around nervously. Then he laughed. The hairy hand was only Mr. Mole’s mop.
“Here’s a treat for braving the haunted house,” said Mr. Mole. “A ghost came before you. He got so scared he flew away.”
“But Bear can’t fly,” said Franklin.
“It wasn’t Bear,” explained Mr. Mole. “Bear is home sick with a nasty cold.”
Franklin shuddered. “If Bear wasn’t the ghost, then who was?”
He ran back to his friends, who were waiting in line for the haunted house.
“Was it that scary?” asked Fox. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Maybe I did,” said Franklin. He told them what Mr. Mole had said.
“You mean that Bear was never here?” asked Beaver.
Franklin shook his head.
The ghost flew over them. It swooped low and called, “Whooo!”
Rabbit twitched. “So what is white, says ‘Whooo,’ and flies?”
“A real ghost,” answered Goose. “Run!”
― Franklin's Halloween
“You first,” said Beaver, pushing Franklin toward the door.
It creaked open. A skeleton rattled. Chains clanged. There were moans. Franklin stepped on something crunchy.
Suddenly, a big hairy hand reached out of the darkness.
Franklin’s heart beat hard and fast. But before he could scream, a light was flicked on.
“Trick or treat!” shouted Mr. Mole.
Franklin looked around nervously. Then he laughed. The hairy hand was only Mr. Mole’s mop.
“Here’s a treat for braving the haunted house,” said Mr. Mole. “A ghost came before you. He got so scared he flew away.”
“But Bear can’t fly,” said Franklin.
“It wasn’t Bear,” explained Mr. Mole. “Bear is home sick with a nasty cold.”
Franklin shuddered. “If Bear wasn’t the ghost, then who was?”
He ran back to his friends, who were waiting in line for the haunted house.
“Was it that scary?” asked Fox. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“Maybe I did,” said Franklin. He told them what Mr. Mole had said.
“You mean that Bear was never here?” asked Beaver.
Franklin shook his head.
The ghost flew over them. It swooped low and called, “Whooo!”
Rabbit twitched. “So what is white, says ‘Whooo,’ and flies?”
“A real ghost,” answered Goose. “Run!”
― Franklin's Halloween
“As soon as Franklin got to school, he opened his package and gave everyone a card.
“What are you doing, Franklin?” asked Beaver. “Valentine’s Day was yesterday.”
“Oh, these cards aren’t for Valentine’s Day,” replied Franklin. “They’re for Friendship Day. And Friendship Day can be any day you want it to be.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“What are you doing, Franklin?” asked Beaver. “Valentine’s Day was yesterday.”
“Oh, these cards aren’t for Valentine’s Day,” replied Franklin. “They’re for Friendship Day. And Friendship Day can be any day you want it to be.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“Everyone gathered around as Franklin opened his other cards.
“Mine’s a turtle cut-out,” said Snail.
“Mine’s a turtle poem,” said Goose.
“And I made up a turtle riddle,” said Fox.
“These are great!” exclaimed Franklin. “I just wish I had my valentines for all of you!”
“I just wish we could start eating all these goodies,” replied Bear.
Everybody laughed.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“Mine’s a turtle cut-out,” said Snail.
“Mine’s a turtle poem,” said Goose.
“And I made up a turtle riddle,” said Fox.
“These are great!” exclaimed Franklin. “I just wish I had my valentines for all of you!”
“I just wish we could start eating all these goodies,” replied Bear.
Everybody laughed.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“There you are, Franklin,” he said. “Your friends are waiting. We can’t start the party without you.”
“I don’t belong at the party,” replied Franklin. “I don’t have any valentines to give.”
“I know,” said Mr. Owl. “Your mother told me what happened. And I told the class.”
Franklin moaned. “I guess no one’s going to give me a valentine now.”
“Hmmm,” said Mr. Owl. “If Bear lost his valentines, would you decide not to give him a card?”
“I’d never do that!” exclaimed Franklin. “Bear is my friend.”
“Maybe Bear feels the same way about you,” replied Mr. Owl.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“I don’t belong at the party,” replied Franklin. “I don’t have any valentines to give.”
“I know,” said Mr. Owl. “Your mother told me what happened. And I told the class.”
Franklin moaned. “I guess no one’s going to give me a valentine now.”
“Hmmm,” said Mr. Owl. “If Bear lost his valentines, would you decide not to give him a card?”
“I’d never do that!” exclaimed Franklin. “Bear is my friend.”
“Maybe Bear feels the same way about you,” replied Mr. Owl.”
― Franklin's Valentines
“As the pile of valentines in front of him grew bigger and bigger, Franklin felt sadder and sadder. There were so many, and he had none to give in return.
He sighed as he opened Bear’s card.
“What’s wrong, Franklin?” asked Bear. “Don’t you like my card?”
“I do! But I feel bad because I don’t have one for you,” said Franklin.
“Oh that’s all right,” said Bear. “I don’t need a valentine to know you’re my friend.”
Franklin smiled.”
― Franklin's Valentines
He sighed as he opened Bear’s card.
“What’s wrong, Franklin?” asked Bear. “Don’t you like my card?”
“I do! But I feel bad because I don’t have one for you,” said Franklin.
“Oh that’s all right,” said Bear. “I don’t need a valentine to know you’re my friend.”
Franklin smiled.”
― Franklin's Valentines
