ClassX Video Lessons Grade Grade 2 Peterrific – Children’s Stories Read Aloud for Kids – Pinkalicious Books
Let’s read about an exciting adventure from the story “Peterrific” by Victoria Khani.
One day, I asked my sister, “Do you have any blocks? I’m about to run out.” But she was busy reading. I wanted to build a giant tower all by myself. I thought it would be so tall that I could reach a star from the sky and give it to Mommy!
“Wow! I want to start too! Can you get one for me?” I asked my sister, Pinkalicious. She said, “We can borrow some blocks from next door. I’ll go get them.”
While she was gone, I made drawings of the tower I wanted to build. I imagined it going out the window and up through the clouds. I could stand on a cloud and look below!
Pinkalicious came back with more blocks. “Are you really going to make it all by yourself?” she asked. “Yes,” I said, and got to work. The tower got taller and taller. I used tape, rope, and glue to hold it together.
“I need more blocks,” I said. Pinkalicious went to ask the neighbors for more. I used whatever I could find, even furniture, to make my tower bigger.
“Look at all the blocks I found! But how will I get them up to you now?” asked Pinkalicious. I tied blankets together, made a basket, and lowered it down to her. “Put the blocks in the basket, please,” I said. “And can you get my telescope? I want to see if the moon is made of cheese!”
Mommy and Daddy were worried. “Peter, what are you doing? That doesn’t look safe!” said Mommy. “Peter, come down right now!” Daddy shouted, but the ladder was too short to reach me.
When I finished my tower, I looked down. Everything looked small, but the sky was big and bright. I felt like I could see the whole universe. I tried to reach for a shooting star, but it was too far away. I looked through my telescope and shouted, “Pinkalicious, the moon is not made out of cheese!”
It got dark and cold. I ate the crackers Pinkalicious gave me. I realized my perfect tower had a problem—there was no way for me to get down. Suddenly, I heard a loud creak and a crack. “What if the tower fell down?” I thought. I was sleepy and said, “I will figure it out tomorrow.”
In the morning, the tower was swaying. “Uh-oh! It’s going to fall down.” I needed an idea. “I know!” I said. “I can tie the blankets together and make a parachute.”
I tied the blankets together, took some rope off the tower, and tied it to the blankets and then to me. I used the basket as my helmet. I needed to be brave. “Think Pink!” I said and jumped.
I floated down through the sky, somersaulting through the clouds. I landed right onto our trampoline. I bounced up and down, yelling with glee, “I was home again!”
Crash! The tower fell to the ground, but luckily, no one was hurt. “Mommy and Daddy, I’m sorry. I promise not to build anything ever again.”
“What? You are a good builder! In fact, you should build it again,” said Daddy. “Really?” I said happily.
“Your next tower should be smaller and safer, and you will need a proper way to get down,” said Mommy.
“I’ll build a new tower with an elevator powered by the wind to get up and a slide to get down,” I said. “And this time, Pinkalicious is coming with me, and together we are going to catch a shooting star!”
“I can’t wait! Peter, you are the best brother in the world! In fact, you are Peterrific!” said Pinkalicious.
The end.
Build Your Own Tower: Gather some building blocks or any safe materials you have at home, like cardboard boxes or plastic cups. Try to build your own tower as tall as you can. How tall can you make it before it starts to wobble? What can you do to make it more stable? Think about how Peter used tape, rope, and glue to hold his tower together. Can you find ways to make your tower stronger?
Design a Safe Way Down: Imagine you are at the top of your tower and need a safe way to get down. Draw a picture of your tower and design a way to come down safely. Will you use a slide, a parachute, or maybe a ladder? Share your design with a friend or family member and explain how it works.
Star Gazing Adventure: Just like Peter wanted to see if the moon was made of cheese, go outside with a family member at night and look at the stars. Can you spot any constellations or the moon? Use your imagination and think about what it would be like to reach for a star. Write a short story or draw a picture about your own adventure in the sky.
Here’s a sanitized version of the transcript:
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Let’s read “Peterrific” by Victoria Khani.
“Do you have any blocks?” I asked my sister. “I’m about to run out.”
“I’m busy reading,” she said.
“I want to build a giant tower all by myself. I never get to do anything by myself! It’ll be so tall that I will be able to get a star from the sky and give it to Mommy,” I said.
“Wow! I want to start too! Can you get one for me?” I asked Pinkalicious.
“We can borrow some blocks from next door. I’ll go get them.”
While she was gone, I made drawings of the tower that I was going to build. If it was tall enough, it could go out the window and run up through the clouds. Then I could stand on a cloud and look below.
“Here are some more blocks! Are you really going to make it all by yourself?” asked Pinkalicious.
“Yes,” I said. I got to work. The tower got taller. I used tape, rope, and glue to hold it together.
“I need more blocks,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll ask the other neighbors if they have any,” said Pinkalicious.
I used whatever I could find, including furniture. My tower got bigger and bigger.
“Look at all the blocks that I was able to find! But how will I get them up to you now?” asked Pinkalicious.
I knotted blankets together, tied a basket to the blankets, and lowered it down to Pinkalicious.
“Put the blocks in the basket, please. Can you get my telescope? I’ll need it if I make it all the way to the moon. I want to see if it is actually made of cheese,” I said.
“What kind of cheese?” she asked.
“Swiss cheese, cheddar, parmesan!”
“Here are some crackers just in case,” said Pinkalicious.
“Peter, what are you doing? That doesn’t look safe!” said Mommy.
“Peter, come down right now!” Daddy shouted, grabbing a ladder, but it was too short to reach me. Mommy and Daddy did not look happy.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll be back soon. I just need to finish my tower.”
When I finished my tower, I looked down. Everything looked small, but the sky looked big and bright. I felt like I could see the whole universe.
I liked it here. I was way up high. I couldn’t hear Mommy and Daddy anymore. I didn’t have any chores in my tower. No one could tell me what to do. It was nice not having to share my toys, and I had built the tower all by myself. I knew I could do it. My tower was perfect.
I tried to reach for a shooting star, but it was too far away. I had forgotten to bring my net to catch it. I looked through my telescope. “Pinkalicious, the moon is not made out of cheese!” I yelled with excitement. Then I remembered that I was all alone.
It was dark. I was cold. I ate the crackers that Pinkalicious had given me. I realized my perfect tower had a problem—there was no way for me to get down. Suddenly, I heard a loud creak, then a crack.
“What if the tower fell down?” I was getting sleepy. “I will figure it out tomorrow.” I wrapped a blanket around me. “I am not going to cry,” I said to myself, wiping away a little drop of liquid from the corner of my eye.
In the morning, I could feel the tower swaying back and forth. “Uh-oh! It was going to fall down.”
“Won’t you give me a ride, Mr. Bird?” I asked a bird flying by, but the bird kept flying.
I needed an idea. “I know!” I said to myself. “I can tie the blankets together and make a great big parachute.”
Luckily, I was an expert at tying. After I had tied the blankets together, I took some rope off the tower and tied it to the blankets and then to me. I used the basket as my helmet. I needed to be very brave.
“What would Pinkalicious do if she were here?” I wondered. I took a big breath and closed my eyes. “Think Pink!” I said and jumped.
I floated down through the sky, somersaulting through the clouds. I landed right onto our trampoline. It bounced up, then I bounced down, then up again, and then down.
I yelled with glee, “I was home again!”
Crash! The tower fell to the ground. Luckily, no one was hurt.
“Mommy and Daddy, I said, I am sorry. I promise not to build anything ever again.”
“What? You are a good builder! In fact, you should build it again,” said Daddy.
“Really?” I said happily.
“Your next tower should be a little smaller and safer, and you will definitely need a proper way to get down,” said Mommy.
“I’ll build a new tower, and it will have an elevator powered by the wind as a way to get up to the top and a slide as the way to get down,” I said. “And this time, Pinkalicious is coming with me, and together we are going to catch a shooting star!”
“I can’t wait! Peter, you are the best brother in the world! In fact, you are Peterrific!” said Pinkalicious.
The end.
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