¶ The Boy's Wish for a Star
Hello there. Welcome to Albert's Bookshelf. I'm Albert's Dad. Now Albert loves listening to a story. Would you like me to read one of his favourite books? Okay, well, get yourself comfy, and I'll begin. How to Catch a Star by Oliver Jeffers. Once there was a boy and the boy loved stars very much. Every night the boy watched the stars from his window and wished he had one of his very own. He dreamed how this star might be his friend. They would play hide and go seek, And take long walks together.
¶ Creative Attempts to Catch a Star
The boy decided he would try to catch a star. He thought that getting up early in the morning would be best because then the star would be tired from being up in the sky all night. So, the next day, he set out at sunrise. Could not see a star and he He sat down and waited for one to appear. He waited. And he waited. and ate lunch and waited. And after dinner, he waited some more. Finally, just before the sun was about to go away, he saw a star.
The boy tried to jump up and grab it, but he could not jump high enough. So, very carefully, he climbed to the top of the tallest tree he could find. But the star was still way out of reach. He thought he might lasso the star with the life belt from his father's boat. it was much too heavy for him to carry. He thought he could fly up in his spaceship and just grab the stuff.
But his spaceship had run out of petrol last Tuesday when he flew to the moon. Perhaps he could get a seagull to help him fly up into the sky to reach his star. But the only seagull he could find didn't want to help at all. The boy thought he would never catch a star. Just then he noticed something floating in the water.
¶ Finding a Star of His Own
It was the prettiest star he had ever seen. Just a baby star. It must have fallen from the sky. He tried to fish the star out with his hands, but he couldn't reach it. Then he had an idea. The star might wash up on the shore. He ran back alone. to the beach. Then he waited. And watched and waited. And sure enough, the star washed up on the bright. The boy had caught a star. A star of his very own.
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