Arthur's Bad-News Day

Arthur's Bad-News Day

Hey, sit down, and I'll tell you a bad-news story. My name is Arthur Hankins. The first eight years of my life were nearly perfect-until my parents told me some terrible news.

But before I tell you the bad news, let me tell you about a typical perfect day. Every morning my mom wakes me up by tickling the bottoms of my feet. It makes me laugh and giggle, and starts my day on a happy note.

And my day only gets better. When I go downstairs, the unmistakable smell of hot maple syrup reaches my nose, making my mouth water. For breakfast, Dad makes these really wacky- and delicious--animal-shaped pancakes.

During the drive to school, Mom, Dad, and I sing along really loudly to my favorite music. And my day gets even better! After school, Dad and I kick and toss the ball around until it's time for dinner.

I usually help Mom and Dad prepare dinner. Then we eat and tell each other stories about our day. Mom never forgets about my favorite dessert-a gigantic chocolate chip cookie with milk. I have this special glass I got when we visited a theme park. It reminds me of the most incredible vacation ever!