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Read the sentences from a story.

Everyone at the awards banquet was thinking the same thing. The award for Most Valuable Player couldn’t possibly go to anyone but Jesse Holcomb. He was most deserving.

Read the excerpt from Seedfolks.

He showed me exactly how far apart the rows should be and how deep. He couldn’t read the words on the seed packets, but he knew from the pictures what seeds were inside. He poured them into his hand and smiled. He seemed to recognize them, like old friends. Watching him carefully sprinkling them into the troughs he’d made, I realized that I didn’t know anything about growing food and that he knew everything.

Read the sentences from a story.

Manny cautiously approached the injured animal and slowly reached out to pet its back. He spoke to it in a gentle voice, wondering whether he could get it to Dr. Vito, the local vet, without causing more damage — and without getting bitten. Then he wondered whether his mother could help.

Read the excerpt from Wendell’s narration in Seedfolks.

I scraped up a ring of dirt around the first plant, to hold the water and any rain that fell. I picked up the pitcher and poured water slowly. Then I heard something move and spun around. The girl was there, stone-still, ten feet away, holding her own water jar.

She hadn’t seen me behind the refrigerator. She looked afraid for her life. Maybe she thought I’d jump up and grab her. I gave her a smile and showed her that I was just giving her plants some water. This made her eyes go even bigger. I stood up slowly and backed away. I smiled again. She watched me leave. We never spoke one word.

Read the sentences from a story.

Manny cautiously approached the injured animal and slowly reached out to pet its back. He spoke to it in a gentle voice, wondering whether he could get it to Dr. Vito, the local vet, without causing more damage — and without getting bitten. Then he wondered whether his mother could help.

Read the excerpt from Gonzalo’s narration in Seedfolks.

One afternoon I was watching TV, getting smart on The Brady Bunch. Suddenly I looked up. He was gone. I checked the halls on all five floors of the apartment house. I ran to the street. He wasn’t in the bodega or the pawnshop. I called his name, imagining my mother’s face when she found out he’d fallen through a manhole or been run over. I turned the corner, looking for the white straw hat he always wore. Two blocks down I spotted it. I flew down the sidewalk and found him standing in front of a vacant lot, making gestures to a man with a shovel.