Franklin Goes to School (2 page)

When the bus arrived, Rabbit grabbed his sister’s hand and climbed aboard. Bear stood on the steps and waved goodbye again and again. Franklin hugged his mother, then his father. He kept hugging even after his friends had found seats.

As the bus pulled away, Franklin looked out the window. He didn’t know if he was ready for school.

“Do you think the teacher will yell?” wondered Rabbit, who jumped at loud noises.

“Do you think there’s a bathroom at school?” asked Beaver, fidgeting in her seat.

“I hope somebody has an extra snack,” said Bear, who had already eaten his.

Franklin did not say anything. The bus ride seemed very, very long.

When they arrived, their teacher was waiting.

Mr. Owl said hello in a gentle voice. He showed them where to hang their coats and where to sit. He showed them where to find the bathroom and offered everyone a piece of fruit.

Then, Beaver and Bear went to the reading and writing centre. Rabbit went to the play kitchen. But Franklin stayed in his seat.

“What would you like to do today, Franklin?” asked Mr. Owl.

“I don’t know,” said Franklin, rubbing his tummy. “I cannot write all the numbers like Rabbit can. I cannot read like Beaver can.”

“Rabbit and Beaver will learn new things at school, and so will you.”

Franklin started to doodle.

“I can see that you are a very good artist,” said the teacher.

Franklin sat up taller. “I know all my colours, too,” he said.

“What colour is this?” asked Mr. Owl, holding up a coloured pencil.

“It’s a special blue,” said Franklin. “It is turquoise.”

“Now you have taught
me
something,” said Mr. Owl. “Is there something special
you
would like to learn?”

There were so many things Franklin wanted to learn that he had trouble deciding.

Finally, he asked Mr. Owl to help him read his favourite book.

Franklin made a building of blocks.

He sorted the money in the classroom store and painted four pictures. One for the teacher, one for himself and two for his parents.

It was a wonderful day.

Franklin sat at the back of the bus all the way home. He bumped up and down. He was so busy having fun that he almost forgot to get off at his stop.

His parents were waiting. “How is your tummy?” they asked.

Franklin looked puzzled. It had been such a good day that he had forgotten all about his jumpy tummy.

“My tummy is empty!” he said.

“That’s a feeling that will go away, too,” said Franklin’s father.

“I made this for you,” said Franklin’s mother. She gave Franklin his favourite snack, fly pie.

“And I made this for you,” said Franklin. He gave his parents two pictures and two big hugs.