Saturday, April 28, 2007

Bud, not Buddy by Christopher Paul Curtis

Back of the book:
I squeezed my bag to my stomach and ran. The train was going faster and faster. People were jumping on and reaching back to help others. I finally got to the tracks and was running as hard as I could. I looked up into the boxcar and saw Bugs
I used both hands to trow my suitcase at the train. Bugs caught it and as he set it behind him the blue flyer blew out of the twine and fluttered outside the door. But it was like a miracle, the flyer flipped over three times and landed right in my hand. I slowed down and put it in my pocket.
Bugs reached one arm out and screamed, "Bud, don't stop! Run!"

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