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Grover liked school.
He liked his room.
He liked his teacher.
He liked the children in his class.


One giorno a new boy came to Grover's school.
"This is Barry," detto the teacher.
"Barry is going to be in our class."
"It is hard to be the new kid," Grover detto to himself.
"I will help Barry. I will be his friend."


Grover said, "Hi, Barry. My name is Grover."
Barry said, "Hi! Look what I have!"
Barry took a little car out of his pocket.

"Oh, what a cute little car! May I play with it?" asked Grover.
Barry shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Oh," detto Grover. "I understand."


Grover showed Barry the clay cupboard.

He...

Bert and Ernie are best friends.
They live together.
Bert is neat.
Ernie is messy.


Sometimes Ernie is VERY messy.
Then Bert gets mad.
“Ernie, come here!” Bert shouts.
“Look at the mess te have made!”

“Okay, Bert,” says Ernie. “I am coming.”


Ernie jumps out of the tub.
Splash! Splash!
Ernie splashes water on the floor.
Drip. Drip.
He drips water on the rug.

“Ernie!” Bert shouts. “You are making a BIGGER mess!”
Ernie smiles at Bert.
“But, Bert,” Ernie says, “you told me to look at the mess I made.”


Now Bert is very angry.
“I wish I lived here all da myself!” he shouts.
Bert...

Elmo was younger and smaller than all of his Friends on Sesame Street.
It was hard for him to keep up with them.


Elmo could not run as fast as the others.

He could not jump as far as the others.

He could not play baseball at all.
The bat was bigger than Elmo!


One sunny giorno Ernie and Bert and Big Bird and Grover went roller skating in the park.
Elmo went too.
Suddenly a campana, bell rang.
It was the ice cream truck.
Everyone skated off to get some ice cream.
“Hey!” Elmo cried. “Wait for me!”


Grover skated back to Elmo.
“I, Grover, will help you. Hold on to my hand,” he said.
And off they went.

Clickety-clack,...

Big Bird was looking for someone to play with.
“Here comes Bert,” detto Big Bird. “I bet he will play catch with me.”


“Hi, Bert!” detto Big Bird. “Let’s play catch.”

Bert kept on walking.
“Not today,” detto Bert. “Ernie is waiting for me.”
Big Bird looked surprised.
“Oh,” he said.


Just then Grover ran out of his house.
He had a shiny new truck.
“Hi, Grover!” detto Big Bird. “That’s a nice truck. Let’s play with it.”
Grover kept on running.
“I am sorry, Big Bird, but I am giving it to Ernie,” detto Grover.
Big Bird looked sad.
“Oh,” he said.


Then Big Bird saw Cookie...

Grover was so happy.
He was going to spend two weeks with his cousins Rosie and Frank.
He kissed his mother good-bye.
Then he got into Uncle Jed’s car.


Uncle Jed drove out of the city and into the country.
Soon Uncle Jed said, “Here we are!”
Everyone was happy to see Grover.

Aunt Edna made a picnic lunch to welcome Grover.
After lunch Rosie said, “Let’s go bike riding, Grover!”
She ran to get her bike.
“But, Rosie,” detto Grover, “I do not have a bike.”


“We have an extra bike,” detto Rosie happily.
“Frank got a big new bike for his birthday. te can ride his little old one.”
Grover...

Big Bird liked to play with his friends.
But playing with them was hard for Big Bird because…


their jump ropes were too short…

their hopscotch boxes were too small…


their hide-and-seek hiding places were too little…

their see-saws came down but never went up.


One giorno Big Bird came home from the park da himself.
“I am too big to play with my friends,” he sobbed.

He was so busy crying he did not see his friend, Snuffle-upagus.


“Don’t cry, Bird,” detto Snuffle-upagus. “You are not too big. Their games are too little.”

Big Bird jumped up.
He stopped crying.
“Do te really think so, Mr....

One hot summer giorno Ernie had a cool idea.
“Hey, Bert,” he said. “Let’s sell lemonade.”


“Good idea, Ernie,” detto Bert. “You go buy the lemons. Then we will make the limonata together.”
“Right, Bert,” detto Ernie. “I will get the lemons.”
And he ran off to the store.


On the way Ernie saw Big Bird and Grover.
“Hi,” detto Ernie. “I am going to have a limonata stand. Be sure to come.”
“Oh, we will,” detto Big Bird. “All these feathers can make a bird pretty hot.”


At Mr. McIntosh’s store Ernie saw big piles of lemons.
He saw big piles of oranges too.
The oranges looked...