Hi there! Today, we’re going to dive into a fun story called “Being Frank,” written by Donna W. Earnhardt and illustrated by Andrea Castellani. Let’s see what happens with a boy named Frank who loves to be honest!
Frank is a boy who always tells the truth. He believes that “honesty is the best policy.” But sometimes, his honesty makes people feel a little upset. For example, he told his friend Dotty that her freckles looked like the Big Dipper, and he told Carol that her singing was a bit shrieky. This made Dotty hide her face and Carol walk away.
Frank was honest with adults too. He told his teacher, Ms. Zaroma, that her breath smelled funny, and he told Principal Wiggins that his toupee looked like a pet weasel. Even his mom got a dose of Frank’s honesty when he mentioned her wrinkles and speeding. Frank thought he was doing the right thing, but the adults weren’t too happy with his comments.
Feeling a bit down, Frank visited his Grandpa Ernest. Grandpa was clipping his toenails on the porch when Frank arrived. Frank told Grandpa about his troubles with being honest. Grandpa shared a story about Mrs. Peacock’s hat, which looked like a flower shop on her head. Instead of saying something mean, Grandpa told her he liked the purple flower best. Mrs. Peacock was happy to hear that!
Grandpa explained to Frank that it’s important to tell the truth, but it’s also important to say it in a kind way. When Mr. Pickles asked Grandpa to taste his relish, Grandpa gave honest feedback but in a helpful way. Frank learned that you can be honest without hurting people’s feelings.
The next day at the school carnival, Frank tried out his new way of being honest. He complimented Ms. Zaroma’s jokes, admired Mr. Wiggins’ dance moves, and told Dotty he liked dots better than squares. When Carol sang, he praised her high notes. Everyone was happier, and Frank even got invited to ride the Ferris wheel with his friends!
On the way home, Frank gave his mom a sweet poem about her hair. He decided not to mention her wrinkles, and she smiled. Frank realized that honesty is best when it’s kind and gentle, like adding more sugar and less pepper.
Frank learned that being honest is important, but it’s also important to think about how you say things. By being kind and thoughtful, Frank found a way to be honest without making others feel bad. And that’s a lesson we can all learn from!
Thanks for joining us for this story! Remember, honesty is great, but it’s even better when it’s served with kindness. Keep reading and discovering new stories!
Compliment Cards: Create a set of “Compliment Cards” with your child. On each card, write a kind and honest compliment that they can give to friends or family. For example, “I love how you always share your toys” or “Your drawing is so colorful!” Encourage your child to give out these cards during the week and observe how people react to their kind words.
Role-Playing Scenarios: Set up a few role-playing scenarios where your child can practice being honest in a kind way. For example, pretend to be a friend who is wearing a new hat, and ask your child what they think. Guide them to say something positive and honest, like “I love the color of your hat!” Discuss how different responses might make the other person feel.
Observation Journal: Encourage your child to keep an “Observation Journal” for a week. Each day, they can write or draw about a situation where they saw someone being honest in a kind way or where they practiced it themselves. At the end of the week, review the journal together and talk about how kindness and honesty made a difference in those situations.
Sure! Here’s a sanitized version of the transcript:
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[Storyline Online intro] Welcome to Storyline Online, brought to you by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation. I’m Bob Odenkirk, and today I’m going to read “Being Frank,” written by Donna W. Earnhardt and illustrated by Andrea Castellani.
Frank was always frank. “Honesty is the best policy,” he said. Frank never lied to his schoolmates. “Your freckles remind me of the Big Dipper,” he told Dotty. Dotty pulled her hood over her face. “Your singing is kind of shrieky,” Frank told Carol. Carol stomped away.
Frank always told the truth to adults. “Your breath smells funny,” he told his teacher, Ms. Zaroma. She sent Frank to the principal’s office. “Your toupee looks like my pet weasel,” he told Principal Wiggins. Mr. Wiggins called Frank’s mom. “You wouldn’t get so many wrinkles if you didn’t glare at me like that,” Frank told his mom on the way home. “And by the way – you’re speeding.”
And Frank was always, always honest with police officers. “Yes, officer,” he said. “She knew how fast she was going. I told her.” Frank was very proud of being frank. But other than police officers, adults weren’t as impressed with Frank’s honesty as he thought they should be. “You’ll have wrinkles one day, too,” Mom said, rubbing on some lotion. “Some things are better left unsaid,” said Mr. Wiggins, adjusting his toupee. “You don’t have to say everything you’re thinking,” said Ms. Zaroma, popping a mint in her mouth.
Frank’s schoolmates weren’t impressed, either. “My freckles do not look like the Big Dipper,” Dotty said. “And my mother says I shouldn’t listen to you.” “I’m still going to sing in the talent show at the school carnival tomorrow – but I’m not going to ride the Ferris wheel with you,” Carol told Frank. “But we always ride the Ferris wheel together,” Frank whispered.
Everyone was upset, and now Frank wasn’t so happy either. Frank clipped his toenails and alphabetized his bug collection, but he didn’t feel any better, so he walked down the block to Grandpa’s house. Grandpa Ernest was on the porch, clipping his toenails. “Incoming!” he yelled. Frank ducked. “What’s up, Frank?” Grandpa said. “Everyone is mad at me for being frank. I’m not sure honesty is the best policy anymore.”
“That used to happen to me, too,” said Grandpa. Mrs. Peacock walked by and straightened her massive hat. “It’s new! Do you like it, Ernest?” Frank thought the hat looked like a flower store on Mrs. Peacock’s head. “Well,” Grandpa said, “there are an awful lot of flowers up there. But my favorite is the purple one in the middle.” “Thank you!” Mrs. Peacock beamed. “Toodle-oo!”
Frank couldn’t believe his ears. “Grandpa, you lied!” “No, Frank, I told the truth. I really do like the purple flower best. I talked about the good things on her hat instead of the not-so-good things.” Grandpa’s best friend, Mr. Pickles, pulled up in his truck. “Try this relish,” he called, handing Grandpa a jar and a spoon. “I’ve got a cold and can’t taste a thing.” Grandpa scooped a spoonful of relish into his mouth. His nose twitched. His eyes watered. His hair stood on end. “Give it to me straight, Ernest,” said Mr. Pickles. “I can’t sell it if it’s no good.” Grandpa wiped his eyes. “More…sugar…less…pepper!” [coughs]
Mr. Pickles grinned and shook Grandpa’s hand. “Back to the drawing board! Thanks for your help!” “Grandpa, he didn’t get mad at you!” “That’s right.” Grandpa drank some water. “He asked me for the truth… and I gave it to him.” Frank sighed. “So I shouldn’t give the truth unless someone asks for it?” “You should always give people the truth,” Grandpa said. “You just have to find the right way to serve it.”
The next afternoon at the school carnival, when Ms. Zaroma laughed, Frank said, “You tell great jokes.” When Mr. Wiggins did a weird dance, Frank said, “Impressive spins, sir!” When Frank saw Dotty, he said, “I like dots better than squares.” And when Carol sang, Frank said, “You sure can hit those high notes.” Carol smiled at Frank. “Dotty and I are going to ride the Ferris wheel. Want to come?”
On the way home, Frank gave his mom a poem he wrote for her: “Mom, your hair looks nice today. I only see a little gray.” And when she smiled, Frank decided not to mention the wrinkles around the corners of her mouth. The next day, while Frank helped Grandpa in his garden, Mrs. Peacock stopped by again. “You were right!” she said to Grandpa. “That other hat had too many flowers.”
Just then, Mr. Pickles arrived with a new jar of relish for Grandpa to try. “Excuse me a moment,” Grandpa said to Mrs. Peacock. “So, what do you think of my hat?” Mrs. Peacock asked. But this time, she wasn’t asking Grandpa. She was asking Frank. Frank looked at Grandpa on the porch with Mr. Pickles. Grandpa was taking another spoonful of relish, and he wasn’t drinking any water. Frank knew just what to say. “I’ve never seen a hat like that before. It must be one of a kind.” “Thank you!” Mrs. Peacock beamed. “Toodle-oo!”
“So how is it being Frank today?” Grandpa asked. “Well, Grandpa, I still think honesty is the best policy,” said Frank, “but now I know it’s best served with more sugar… and less pepper!”
The end.
I was given this book to read, and I read it and I loved it. I loved the message in it because I, Bob Odenkirk, have often prided myself on being honest and frank, when in truth you can be a little rude or you can hurt people’s feelings, so you have to decide how and the way you’re going to be honest. So, anyway, the message in this book was one that I liked very much because I very much need this lesson for myself. Thank you for watching Storyline Online. Make sure to check out all our stories. Keep watching, and keep reading.
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