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...