Target Mixed /l/ Words
polish clouds Bill
Evelyn tadpoles Royal Lake
hill tackle box shoulder
flowers Little Earl fishing pole
By Jenny Loehr
and Loon lived on top of a very steep
that overlooked . They lived there with their only son, .
Every day, walked down the to ,
to go fishing. His son, , usually joined him because he liked to catch
, something that had no interest in doing and
thought was a waste of time.
One day, just before heading down the to ,
decided to his . He used lots of
so that it looked shiny and new. Then and
headed toward with the on his
and the in his hand.
Carrying all of this stuff, had trouble keeping his balance and holding
onto the .
Suddenly, he tripped over , and the fell into
. . was angry at for not watching his step,
and now there was no way to retrieve the from .
stared angrily at the water and then glanced at his son, who was having
so much fun catching that had to smile. Seeing his
son having such fun made him happy again, and he forgot about the trouble with his
. sat right down in the middle of a patch of
and began collecting , too.
When the sky began to fill with dark , picked some
for , and they made their way back up the .
At home, asked how many fish had caught. He
answered “None” with a big smile on his face and sat down with to
count all the they had caught. He couldn’t wait to go to
again the next day.