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Superfudge

RDQ:	719	Max Word/Sent	30	Total Words	1664		Diff Words	532
Lex	680	Ave Word/.Sent	6	Hi Freq occurs	1239	74.5%	Hi freq	235	44.2%
AR	3.1	Long Sentences	1.1	Low Freq occurs	42	2.5%	Low freq	36	6.8%

Life was going along okay when my mother and father dropped the news. Bam! Just like that.
"We have something wonderful to tell you Peter" Mom said before dinner. She was slicing carrots into the salad bowl. I grabbed one.
"What is it?" I asked. I figured maybe my father's been made president of the company. Or maybe my teacher phoned saying that even though I don't get the best grades in the fifth grade I am definitely the smartest kid in the class.
"We're going to have a baby" Mom said.
"We're going to what?" I asked starting to choke. Dad had to whack me on the back. Tiny pieces of]]
chewed up carrot flew out of my mouth and hit the counter. Mom wiped them up with a sponge. "Have a baby" Dad said.
"You mean you're pregnant?" I asked Mom. "That's right" she told me patting her middle. "Almost four months."
"Four months! You've known for four months and you didn't tell me?"
We wanted to be sure" Dad said. "It took you four months to be sure?"
"I saw the doctor for the second time today" Mom said. "The baby's due in February." She reached over and tried to tousle my hair. I ducked and got out of the way before she could touch me.
Dad took the lid off the pot on the stove and stirred up the stew. Mom went back to slicing carrots. You'd have thought we were discussing the weather.
"How could you?" I shouted. "How could you? Isn't one enough?"
They both stopped and looked at me.
I kept right on shouting. "Another Fudge! Just what this family needs." I turned and stormed down the hall.
Fudge my four-year-old brother was in the living room. He was shoving crackers into his mouth and laughing like a loon at Sesame Street on TV. I looked at him and thought about having to go through it all over again. The kicking and the screaming and the]]
messes and more-much more. I felt so angry that I kicked the wall.
Fudge turned. "Hi Pee-tah" he said.
"You are the biggest pain ever invented!" I yelled. He tossed a handful of crackers at me.
I raced to my room and slammed the door so hard my map of the world fell off the wall and landed on the bed. My dog Turtle barked. I opened the door just enough to let him squeeze through then slammed it shut again. I pulled my Adidas bag out of the closet and emptied two dresser drawers into it. Another Fudge I said to myself. They're going to have another Fudge.
There was a knock at my door and Dad called "Peter ."
"Go away" I told him.
"I'd like to talk to you" he said. "About what?" As if I didn't know. "The baby."
"What baby?"
"You know what baby!"
"We don't need another baby."
"Need it or not it's coming" Dad said. "So you might as well get used to the idea."
"Never!"
"We'll talk about it later" Dad said. "In the meantime scrub up. It's time for dinner."
"I'm not hungry."]]
I zipped up my bag grabbed a jacket and opened my bedroom door. No one was there. I marched down the hall and found my parents in the kitchen.
"I'm leaving" I announced. "I'm not going to hang around waiting for another Fudge to get born. Goodbye."
I didn't move. I just stood there waiting to see what they'd do next.
"Where are you going?" Mom asked. She took four plates out of the cabinet and handed them to Dad. "To Jimmy Fargo's" I said although until that moment I hadn't thought at all about where I would go.
"They have a one-bedroom apartment" Mom said. "You'd be very crowded."
"Then I'll go to Grandma's. She'll be happy to have me."
"Grandma's in Boston for the week visiting Aunt Linda."
"Oh."
"So why don't you scrub up and have your dinner and then you can decide where to go" Mom said.
I didn't want to admit that I was hungry but I was. And all those good smells coming from the pots and pans on the stove were making my mouth water. So I dropped my Adidas bag and went down the hall to the bathroom.
Fudge was at the sink. He stood on his stool lathering his hands with three inches of suds. "Hello you]]
must be Bert" he said in his best Sesame Street voice. "My name is Ernie. Glad to meet you." He offered me one of his sudsy little hands.
"Roll up your sleeves" I told him. "You're making a mess."
"Mess mess . : : I love to make a mess" he sang. "We know . . . we know" I told him.
Iran my hands under the faucet and dried them on my jeans.
When we got to the table Fudge arranged himself . in his chair. Since he refuses to sit in his booster seat he has to kneel so that he can reach his place at the table: "Pee-tah didn't scrub" he said. "He only rinsed."
"You little . . ." I started to say but Fudge was already yapping away to my father.
"Hello I'm Bert. You must be Ernie."
"That's right" my father said playing along with him. "How are you Bert?"
"Well I'll tell you" Fudge said. "My liver's turning green and my toenails are falling off."
"Sorry to hear that Bert" my father said. "Maybe tomorrow will be a better day."
"Yes maybe" Fudge said.
I shook my head and piled some mashed potatoes on my plate. Then I drowned them in gravy. "Remember when we took Fudge to Hamburger Heaven" I said "and he smeared the mashed potatoes all over the wall?"]]
"I did that?" Fudge asked suddenly interested. "Yes" I told him "and you dumped a plate of peas on your head too."
My mother started to laugh. "I'd forgotten all about that day."
"Too bad you didn't remember before you decided to have another baby" I said.
"Baby?" Fudge asked.
My mother and father looked at each other. I got the message. They hadn't told Fudge the good news yet.
"Yes" Mom said. "We're going to have a baby." "Tomorrow?" Fudge asked.
"No not tomorrow" Mom said. "When?" Fudge asked. "February." Dad said.
"January February March April May June July . . ."Fudge recited.
"Okay . . . okay . . ." I said. "We all know how smart you are."
"Ten twenty thirty forty fifty . . ." "Enough!" I said.
"A B C D E F G R B Y Z . . ." "Will somebody turn him off?" I said.
Fudge was quiet for a few minutes. Then he said "What kind of new baby will it be?"
"Let's hope it's not like you" I said.
"Why not? I was a good baby wasn't I Mommy?"
"You were an interesting baby Fudgie" Mom said.]]
"See I was an interesting baby" he said to me. "And Peter was a sweet baby" Mom said. "He was very quiet."
"Lucky you had me first" I said to Mom "or you might not have had any more kids."
"Was I a quiet baby too?" Fudge asked. "I wouldn't say that" Dad said.
"I want to see the baby" Fudge said. "You will."
"Now!"
"You can't see it now" Dad said. "Why not?" Fudge asked.
"Because it's inside me" Mom told him.
Here it comes I thought the big question. When I asked it I got a book   called How Babies Are Made. I wondered what Mom and Dad would say to Fudge. But Fudge didn't ask. Instead he banged his spoon against his plate and howled. "I want to see the baby. I want to see the baby now!"
"You'll have to wait until February" Dad said "just like the rest of us."
"Now now now!" Fudge screamed.
Another five years of this I thought. Maybe even more. And who's to say that they aren't going to keep on having babies one after the other. "Excuse me" I said getting up from the table. I went into the kitchen and]]
grabbed my Adidas bag. Then I stood in the doorway and called "Well I'd better be on my way." I sort of waved good-bye.
"Where is Pee-tah going?" Fudge asked.
"I'm running away" I told him. "But I'll come back to visit. Someday."
"No Pee-tah . . . don't go!" Fudge jumped off his chair and ran to me. He grabbed my leg and started bawling. "Pee-tah . . . Pee-tah . . . take me with you:"
I tried to shake him off my leg but I couldn't. He can be really strong. I looked at my mother and father. Then I looked down at Fudge who gave me the same look as Turtle when he's begging for a biscuit. "If only I knew for sure what the baby would be like" I said.
'Take - a chance Peter" Dad said. "The baby won't necessarily be anything like Fudge."
"But it won't necessarily not be like him either" I answered.
Fudge tugged at my leg. "I want an interesting baby" he said. "Like me."
I sighed. "If you think it's going to sleep in my room you're crazy" I told Mom and Dad.
"The baby will sleep in here" Mom said. "In the dining area."
"Then where will we eat?"
"Oh we'll think of something" Mom said.
I put my Adidas bag down and tried shaking]]
Fudge off one more time. "Okay" I said "I'll stay for now. But when the baby comes if I don't like it I'm leaving."
"Me too" Fudge said. "Sam got a new baby and it smells." He held his nose. "P.U."
"Who wants dessert?" Dad asked. "It's vanilla pudding."
"I do . . . I do . . ." Fudge yelped. He let go of me and climbed into his chair.
"Peter?" Dad said.
"Sure why not?" And I sat down at the table too. Mom reached over and tousled my hair. This time I let her.]]

Subjective Criteria

Illustrations: No support

Dialog: Multiple speakers

Dialog: Broken dialogue

Dialog: Unlabeled Speaker

Vocabulary: More decoding/definition issues

Language: Few descriptive words

Sentences: Multiple phrases

Text structure: Story/Poem

Inferences: Some implications

Concepts: Concrete/Simple Social

Chapters

Features

Character traits

Character development

Simple Plot

Topic

Babies

Brothers

*Family & Friends

Relationships

Low Frequency Words

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drawers	drowned	emptied	fargo's	faucet
iran	january	jeans	kneel	lathering
loon	meantime	messes	necessarily	pregnant
president	recited	refuses	rinsed	sesame
shoving	slicing	sponge	stirred	suds
sudsy	tousle	tousled	vanilla	yapping
yelped