Farm Fresh Fun #2 (Phoebe G. Green, Band 2) - Softcover

Hiranandani, Veera

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0593096916 ISBN 13: 9780593096918

Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group, 2020

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Written by Newbery Honor-winner Veera Hiranandani, with all-new illustrations by Christine Almeda!

Phoebe G. Green has never given much thought to food, but when a new French classmate enters the cafeteria with a lunchbox full of unusual foods, a new love is born. Spunky and likable, Phoebe is a budding foodie who's sure to win over your heart--and stomach!

Phoebe's class is going on a field trip to a farm to learn about where food comes from. Phoebe and her friends can't wait to collect eggs from chickens, watch goats get milked, pick apples, and help make a farm fresh lunch. But when Phoebe and Sage decide to help goats by opening their gate, a peaceful field trip turns into a wild, noisy adventure. Before long, they learn an important lesson about farm animals--and in telling the truth!

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Veera Hiranandani is the author of The Night Diary (Kokila), which received the 2019 Newbery Honor Award, the 2019 Walter Dean Myers Honor Award, and the 2018 Malka Penn Award for Human Rights in Children's Literature. The Night Diary has been featured on NPR's Weekend Edition, is a New York Times Editor's Choice Pick, and was chosen as a 2018 Best Children's Book of the Year by The New York Times, The Washington Post, NPR, Amazon, School Library Journal, and Kirkus Reviews, among others. She is also the author of The Whole Story of Half a Girl (Yearling), which was named a Sydney Taylor Notable Book and a South Asian Book Award Finalist. She earned her MFA in fiction writing at Sarah Lawrence College. A former book editor at Simon & Schuster, she now teaches creative writing at Sarah Lawrence College's Writing Institute and is working on her next novel.

Christine Almeda is a Filipino-American freelance illustrator from NJ/NYC, and is the illustrator for Scholastic's Sarai Gonzalez series. She graduated from Montclair State University, earning a BFA and an Award for Excellence in Animation & Illustration, focusing on children's media. Christine believes in the power of storytelling and that art has the ability to make life a little more beautiful.

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Chapter One

Guess what? A very exciting and lucky thing is about to happen to me! This Monday, our class is going on a field trip to Goat Hill Farm. At first I thought they only had goats there. But Mrs. B, my third-grade teacher, says they also have apples (that we get to pick off the trees), eggs (that we get to take from under the chickens), goats, of course (that we get to milk, just like cows), and some other stuff I can’t remember. Pretty cool, huh?

Part of the reason why I’m extra excited about going to a farm is that I’m a foodie. Don’t worry, a foodie isn’t a weird sickness—it’s a person who likes trying new foods! One of my best friends, Camille, is the reason I became a foodie. She’s from France, and in France they don’t eat things like macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets for lunch. They eat salads with buttery lettuce, tiny beans, and cheese from goats. They even eat ducks. I ate a duck at Camille’s house once and I actually liked it.

There are also some other lucky and exciting things happening, so I decided to make a list about them. I love making lists—in fact, I’m an expert at it. Even Mrs. B says so. Here’s my list:
 
1   At Goat Hill Farm, we are also going to make a whole lunch out of the eggs, goat milk, and apples without even going to the grocery store, and we get to eat it right there at the farm. It’ll be like a big party!
2   I now officially have two best friends. I used to have only one best friend, Sage. Then Camille moved here and we became best friends, too.
3   Since Sage and Camille are both in my class, they’ll go to the farm with me, which makes them pretty lucky, too.
4   We get to watch a movie today in class, which we hardly ever do. I just wish we could have popcorn to go with it.
5   Yesterday at Camille’s house, for dinner, Mrs. Durand made fried artichokes, which is now my new favorite vegetable. An artichoke is a very weird name for a vegetable, but I love it anyway.
 
The movie Mrs. B showed us was about how things grow. We watched a girl plant an apple seed with her mom. After they watered it, the seed grew into a little sprout. Then it grew into a big plant, and suddenly the girl was picking an apple off the tree and eating it. It was pretty amazing, but I think it might take a little longer in real life.

The coolest part of the movie was at the end, when the girl put the apples in a pot with sugar and water and cooked them. They got all mushy and turned into applesauce. I didn’t know you had to cook apples to make applesauce! I thought you just mashed them up a lot. But I did know that one thing was missing.

“Mrs. B?” I said after the movie.

“Yes, Phoebe?”

“We should bring some cinnamon to the farm.” I heard Sage start to laugh. I gave him my best warning face, where I squint my eyes like a mean cowboy.

“Why’s that, Phoebe?” Mrs. B said.

“Because I once heard Camille’s dad say that cinnamon and apples were meant to be together. Isn’t that romantic?” I said. Camille’s face started to turn the color of a bright red apple. Her face is always turning crazy colors like that.

Mrs. B smiled. “Huh, I’ve never thought about it that way. But you don’t have to bring any. The farm has a big kitchen, so I’m sure they have their own cinnamon.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll just bring a tiny little bit for emergencies,” I said, pinching my thumb and pointer finger together to show Mrs. B just how little I meant.

Mrs. B sat down at her desk and rubbed her eyes.

Poor Mrs. B. Sometimes she seemed tired.
 

The night before my field trip, I gave my mom the list of what we needed to bring to the farm:
 
1   Hand sanitizer
2   A change of clothes
3   Water
 
I had also added a few things:
 
4   A small amount of emergency cinnamon (for the apples)
5   My purple polka-dot raincoat in case it rains (Grandma Green gave it to me for my birthday last spring. It’s very shiny and the polka dots even have glitter on them, which makes it the most perfect raincoat ever.)
6   Matching boots (Who wears a raincoat without matching boots?)
7   My lucky watering can (It has my name stenciled on it, and everyone knows that things with your name on them are luckier than things without your name.)
 
“Pheebs,” my mom said, sitting on my bed and staring at the list, “are you sure this is the correct list?”

I nodded.

“Part of it is typed and part of it is handwritten, in your handwriting.”

“I had to add some extremely important things,” I replied with a sigh. Sometimes Mom takes a while to understand things.

“So you felt that emergency cinnamon, whatever that may be, your raincoat, boots, and a stenciled watering can were extremely important?”

“Yes, absolutely,” I said, getting my boots out of the closet.

“Uh-huh.” Mom pushed her glasses up her nose. “Well, you can bring your boots. But not the raincoat and watering can. It’s not even supposed to rain.”

“Okay,” I mumbled. When Mom uses her super-serious, super-calm voice, there’s no use in arguing. Sometimes grown-ups don’t get the big picture, you know? But Mom didn’t say I couldn’t bring the cinnamon.



Chapter Two

When I woke up on Monday, I fed my blue betta fish, Betty #2, named after my first fish, Betty #1, may she rest in peace. Then I put on jeans, my apple shirt, and my purple polka-dot rain boots. I also found my floppy white beach hat, because farmers in books usually wear straw hats, and my beach hat is almost like that. After I put on the hat, I thought I looked like a pretty great farmer.

I went downstairs early before anyone was in the kitchen and found a bottle of cinnamon. I dumped some in a baggie and stuck it in my pocket just in case. Then Mom came down and made me a big bowl of oatmeal my favorite way, with bananas, walnuts, and maple syrup, so I’d have some extra farm energy to do lots of farmy things.

“Have a great day at the farm,” Dad said after breakfast, squeezing my shoulder.

“Bring me back an apple,” my big sister, Molly, called as she was putting things in her backpack.

“Oh, apples would be nice,” Mom said.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything.” That’s what Dad always says when I ask him to bring me back black-and-white cookies from the city. I patted the emergency cinnamon in my jeans, adjusted my floppy farm hat, and slipped on my backpack. Watch out, farm, here I come!
 

“Can I sit with you, Phoebe?” Camille asked me as we were going out to the buses.

“Okay,” I said.

“Hey, I thought you were sitting with me!” Sage piped up from behind me.

I froze. I hadn’t thought about riding on the bus with two best friends. Usually, Sage and I sat together, but I didn’t want to say no to Camille.

“How about we all sit together?” I suggested, even though I knew we would be crowded. They looked at each other and nodded.

When we got on the bus, I found a seat in the back and we sat down, me in the middle feeling hot and squished.

“Hey, can you guys move over?” I asked.

Camille moved over a little bit. “I’m...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Penguin Young Readers Group
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2020
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0593096916
• ISBN 13: 9780593096918
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Zeichner: Almeda Christine
• Anzahl der Seiten: 112
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