Grover liked school.
He liked his room.
He liked his teacher.
He liked the children in his class.


One siku a new boy came to Grover's school.
"This is Barry," alisema the teacher.
"Barry is going to be in our class."
"It is hard to be the new kid," Grover alisema to himself.
"I will help Barry. I will be his friend."


Grover said, "Hi, Barry. My name is Grover."
Barry said, "Hi! Look what I have!"
Barry took a little car out of his pocket.

"Oh, what a cute little car! May I play with it?" asked Grover.
Barry shook his head.
"No," he said.
"Oh," alisema Grover. "I understand."


Grover showed Barry the clay cupboard.

He...