Arthur's Bad-News Day

Arthur's Bad-News Day

Hey, sit down, and I'll tell you a story. My name is Arthur. I'm eight years old, and my life is great.

Every morning, Mom wakes me up by tickling my feet. It makes me laugh and starts my day on a happy note.

For breakfast, Dad makes animal-shaped pancakes. After school, Dad and I kick the ball until dinner.

For dessert, I always have a huge cookie with milk. I have my own special cup.

But a few months ago, my parents told me some bad news. They said that I'm going to have a little sister. I know I'm not going to like it. I have never had to share my parents with anybody.