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Day 1 At School
wps宏怎么开启It was Kipper's first day at school.
He didn't want to go in.
So he held onto the gate post.
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Kipper was shy. He hid in the cloakroom. “Come on!”
Kipper played in the home corner.
Kipper cooked a LEGO stew.
It was the end of the day.
Kipper didn't want to go home.
What did he do? He held onto the gate post.
Day 2 Getting Up
Kipper brushed his teeth. He knew a cret.
思维Kipper looked for his clothes and the surpri he had hid in his bottom drawer.
Kipper got his shirt.
Kipper put on his trainers.
The post lady arrived.
She had a bigger pile of envelopes than usual.
The surpri was for Dad.
It was his birthday.
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Day 3 Look Out
Kipper's friend lent him his road ripper.
Kipper imagined he was a famous ripper rider in a race.
Kipper whizzed around the hou and screeched onto the lawn.
“Oh.”
Kipper didn't know how to stop the road ripper.
Everyone taught Kipper how to be a careful rider.
Day 4 The Haircut
One day, Dad said to Mum, “Kipper's hair is getting really long again. It's time he had a cut.”
“Oh, dear,” groaned mum. “I don't think I want to know about this. Ask me to clean a crocodile's teeth, or cut a tiger's toe nails. But don't ask me to cut Kipper's hair.”
Mum had been dreading cutting Kipper's hair, ever since the last time she did it. The trouble was, Kipper made a terrible fuss. He just wouldn't keep still when Mum shampooed his hair. And he cried, becau she got a little drop of shampoo in his eye. But that was nothing, compared to the trouble she had when she tried to give him the haircut. He wiggled and jiggled and squirmed and fidgeted so that Mum was cross with him. Then as soon as he did sit still, Mum made a little nick on his ear with the scissors. And after that, Kipper made a bigger fuss than ever.马婷达
“Surely, it's not that difficult a job.” said Dad.
草酸钙“Difficult? Difficult?” exclaimed Mum. “I'd rather polish a python or rin a rhinoceros.”
龙袍“Now, who's making a fuss.” said Dad.
“I know what.” said Mum, giving Dad a funny knowing sort of smile. “You cut Kipper's hair. After all, I'm going out this afternoon. So it can be a nice little job for you.”
“Well, urr…umm…oh…all right then.” said Dad. “I don't think Kipper will give me any trouble. He just needs handling the right way.”
As soon as Mum had gone. Dad took Kipper up to the bathroom. He started combing his hair.
“Do you know?” he said, in his jolliest voice. “I heard of a little boy who made so much fuss when he had his hair cut that nobody was ever able to cut it. It grew so long, that the boy couldn't e where he was going. And he kept bumping into doors and crashing into lamp post and tripping over the cat. I can't imagine you'd be as silly as that, Kipper.”
