by Sandie Lee –
Izzy was very excited. “This is a bouncy-bunny-feet day,” she said.
She bip-bopped on the right foot. She bip-bopped on the left foot. She bip-bopped on both feet right into the kitchen.
“It’s parade day,” she sang.
Mom looked sad. “I’ve been called into work,” she said.
“But you promised.”
“I know and I’m sorry,” mom replied.
“It’s not fair,” Izzy griped. “This is now a rhino-feet day.”
She romp-stomped on the right foot. She romp-stomped on the left foot. She romp-stomped on both feet. Mom frowned and said, “That’s enough please.”
Izzy just grumbled.
“We’ll do something special tomorrow,” Mom tried. “Plus, Granddad will be here soon.”
Izzy pouted. ‘This was going to be a special day,’ she thought. ‘But now I have to stay at home. This is really a sad-snake-slither-toes day.’
She slid-slithered on both feet all the way back to her bedroom.
A car door thunked shut. Grandpa was here, which gave Izzy an idea.
‘This is now a kitty-creep day,’ she thought.
Izzy pretended she was a tiny, fuzzy kitten. She kitty-creeped on the right foot. She kitty-creeped on the left foot. She kitty-creeped on both feet to the edge of the kitchen. Mom and Granddad were talking. Izzy listened quietly.
“I wish I could take Izzy to the parade,” her mom said. “But we have an emergency at work.”
Izzy frowned. I shouldn’t have been so grumpy, she thought. This is really a sorry-tortoise-tootsie day.
Izzy pretended she was a slow, bumpy tortoise. She teeter-tottered on the left foot. She teeter-tottered the right foot, She teeter-tottered on both feet over to her mother.
“I’m sorry mommy,” she said, in a small voice.
Granddad grinned. “I like parades. Perhaps, we could go together.”
Izzy’s eyes grew wide and round.
“Really? Oh thank you,” she squealed. “This is certainly a monkey-feet-mamboe day.”
Izzy monkey-feet-mamboed on the left foot. She monkey-feet-mamboed on the right foot. She monkey-feet-mamboed on both feet all around the kitchen.
“Okay, let’s go,” Granddad chuckled. “We don’t want to miss any of the parade.”
Izzy grinned. “Come one,” she said. “You can put on your monkey-feet and we can both monkey-feet-mamboe.”
Granddad paused. “Oh my, I don’t think I know how,” he said.
Izzy took his hand. “It’s easy, just do what I do.”
She began and Granddad slowly mimicked her steps. They monkey-feet-mamboed on the right foot. They monkey-feet-mamboed on the left foot.
Granddad chuckled. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.” They monkey-feet-mamboed on both feet, all the way to the parade.
the end.
Question Time
1. What kind of feet did Izzy have when she found out her mom had to go to work?
2. What kind of feet did Izzy have when her granddad offered to take her to the parade?
3. How did Granddad learn to monkey-feet-mambo just like Izzy?
