By Katherine Applegate, Brian Biggs
Classification journey! Roscoe desires to be on his top habit for a category journey to the apple orchard. yet irrespective of how demanding he attempts, he nonetheless leads to a really sticky scenario!
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I had an idea. “Gus,” I said. “Come here. ” “We don’t have a ladder,” Gus pointed out. “I’ll be the ladder,” I said. I got down on my hands and knees. ” Gus grinned. ” Gus climbed up on my back. He used his stick for balance. “Ow,” I said. “Ow, ow, ow. Hurry, Gus. ” Whack! Whack! Whack! Gus kept missing. “Keep still. It’s hard to balance when your ladder keeps breathing,” he complained. “Hey, it’s cheating if you have to step on a friend,” Wyatt said. 43 “I don’t mind,” I said. Even though Gus was turning out to be way heavier than I’d expected.
Abe said. He led us down a trail past lines of apple trees. 36 He stopped and pointed to a big tree. It had a zillion branches sticking out like big brown arms. “Granny Smiths, you’re first up,” he said. “Meet your tree! ” It was cool and shadowy under the branches. Red apples hung down everywhere. Some were even on the ground. “Don’t eat the ones that have fallen,” Abe warned. “They might be rotten. ” Abe borrowed my picking pole and held it up high. He tapped an apple. It plopped into the little net.
It says ‘NO WAY,’” I said. “I’ll bet you can do it,” Abe said. ” Abe passed each of us a long pole. At the end of each pole was a little net. Like a basketball net. Only closed up at the bottom. “These are picking poles,” said Abe. ” “And be very careful with them,” Ms. Diz added. ” Abe said. He led us down a trail past lines of apple trees. 36 He stopped and pointed to a big tree. It had a zillion branches sticking out like big brown arms. “Granny Smiths, you’re first up,” he said. “Meet your tree!