Tennis at Pam’s Pad
Story by Cameron Bock
Illustrations by Jenna Olischar
Practice cvc words here
I like to play many sports, but the best sport is tennis.
I am Sam, my bud is Ben, and we play tennis from sun up to sun down.
I am a happy lad because we are going to play tennis now!
We walk on the path and I tell Ben not to lag back.
My map will find the spot to play tennis.
It is marked with a dot on the map.
I have a jug of water and box of balls on my hip.
The sum is six balls.
A golf ball is hard and has many small pips on it, but a tennis ball is soft and smooth.
I see the house we play tennis at!
This house is small but not as small as a hut.
Ben and I do a happy jig and jog up to the house.
I see Pam and she cleans the floor with a mop.
Pam is not a hag because she is very nice!
Pam‘s mum asks if we want a drink.
She brings Ben a mug and me a cup.
She fills the mug and cup from a keg of water.
What is Pam‘s mum drinking?
She is drinking rum?
Yuck, I gag when I drink rum!
It is hot today, so Pam has sat down on a cot for a nap in the den.
She is tan and has a fan to keep cool.
Pam‘s mum is going to have a dip in the tub.
Pam‘s mum says, “so long, hun!”
I am full of vim and want to play!
I lob the ball and it hits the tip of the net.
It was a bad shot.
“Tut tut,” says Pam.
I hold the tennis rod in my hand and swing at the ball.
I hit it into a tree log by an elk.
It is an elm tree and the ball has dug into the sod.
The tree drips sap on the ball.
I grab the ball from the rut but it is sticky.
I look at the elk and he is not happy.
He runs and lops a fig off the tree.
Can we play tennis with a fig?
No, a fig is a fruit!
I go back to Ben and we hit a new ball.
Bip, bip, bip!
When the sun goes down, Ben and I go to our house.
I want to be the best at tennis!