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The Berenstain Bears and the Double Dare

RDQ:	610	Max Word/Sent	42	Total Words	1382		Diff Words	466
Lex	660	Ave Word/.Sent	8	Hi Freq occurs	888	64.3%	Hi freq	186	39.9%
AR	3.0	Long Sentences	7.7	Low Freq occurs	52	3.8%	Low freq	41	8.8%

It was one of those days in Bear Country when everything was going so well, you just knew that any minute something
was bound to go wrong.
Papa Bear was off chopping wood in the forest, Mama Bear was putting in some tomato plants, Brother Bear was working
on a tangled fishing line...
...and Sister Bear was running up the front path as upset as she could be.
"Mama! Mama! " she shouted. "What is it, sweetie?" asked Mama.
"They took-they took-" Sister was so angry she could hardly speak. "Calm down, dear," said Mama, "and tell us what happened."
"Some big cubs at the playground took my jump rope and won't give it back," Sister said.
Mama wanted to hear more, but Brother had heard quite enough. He just knew it was those troublemakers Too Tall Grizzly and his gang, bothering smaller cubs again. So off he stalked, heading straight for the playground.
Not only were Too-Tall and his gang still there, but Too Tall was jumping with Sister's rope.
"Onesie, twosie, I love yousie," he sang in a mocking tone. "Threesie, foursie, shut the doorsie."
"That's my sister's rope! " shouted Brother. "Give it back, you big oaf! "
"Or what?"sneered Too Tall.
"Or I may have to cut you down to size," said Brother, reaching for the rope.
"Go ahead and try it," said Too Tall, keeping the rope away from Brother with one hand and holding him off with the other. "You know what they say yuk, yuk, yuk," he added, chuckling at his own joke-"half an oaf is better than none! "
When the gang joined in the laughter, Brother got angrier. He forgot about the rope and began swinging wildly at Too Tall.
"Why don't you stop bothering my sister," Brother said, "and pick on somebody your own size?"
"Why don't you pick on somebody your own size?" said Too Tall, grinning. "And anyway, here's
your sister's dopey rope back."
"Huh?" said Brother, more than a little confused. "Well, uh-thanks, I guess. I'll be going now. See you."
"Hey! Wait a minute! " called Too Tall. "I might be able to use a cub like you. You've got moxie."
"Moxie?" said Brother.
"Yeah. Spunk. Nerve. Moxie." He put a big arm around Brother's shoulders. "Why don't you come with us and have a little fun?"
The rest of the gang gathered around and Brother said, "I really think I better be go-"
"Whatsa matter?" said one. "Chicken?"
Another one began strutting, flapping his arms like a chicken, and clucking "Puk, puk, puk-aaw! Puk, puk, puk-aaw!" Pretty soon the whole gang was strutting and clucking all over the place.
"I am not chicken! " protested Brother. "Prove it," said Too Tall. "Come along with us for some fun."
Brother was a little nervous about joining the gang, but he certainly didn't want them to think he was chicken. So when they scampered off into the woods, he followed.
He got more and more nervous as they led him along the dangerous old quarry path,
across Roaring Creek,
and past the Spooky Old Tree.
After a few more twists and turns, Too Tall signaled a stop. When Brother saw where they were, he was surprised and pleased.
"Hey! " he said. "This is Farmer Ben's watermelon pa-"
"Shhh! " hissed Too Tall, clapping a hand over his mouth. "You want to spoil our fun?"
It turned out that Too Tall's idea of fun was
to run off with one of Farmer Ben's watermelons. And as the newest member of the gang, Brother was the one who was expected to do it.
"But Farmer Ben is a friend of mine," he protested. "And besides, it isn't honest! "
The gang flapped their arms like chickens and clucked "Puk, puk, puk-aaw!" into Brother's ear.
"I'm not chicken! " Brother insisted. "Then go ahead and take the watermelon," said Too Tall. "Farmer Ben'll never miss it! "
Brother Bear looked all around. Ben was nowhere to be seen and it was sort of exciting being in the gang.
"Dare you," said Too Tall. Brother didn't move.
"Double-dare you! " said the gang. Brother still didn't move.
"Dee-double-dare you! " said Too Tall and the gang.
The dee-double dare did it. Ever so quietly, ever so carefully, Brother Bear crept through the tall grass, through the fence, and past the NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE PROPERTY sign and picked out the biggest, fattest, greenest watermelon in the patch. Then he broke off the stem, picked
it up, and-
"Gotcha! You thievin' varmit! " shouted a voice. Too Tall and his gang ran away, leaving Brother Bear holding the watermelon. Farmer Ben had been hiding in the cornfield. When he saw who it was he had by the collar, he was
almost as surprised as Brother. "Brother Bear, what in the world are you doin' with that watermelon-stealin' Too Tall?"
At first, Brother was so ashamed he couldn't answer. But then the whole story came tumbling out: how he got Sister's rope back, how they called him chicken, and how they dee-double-dared him.
"Well," said Ben as they walked through his chicken yard, "chickens aren't very bright. But they're too smart to do something stupid just because somebody calls them chicken." "I guess so," admitted Brother.
Just ahead was the meadow where Ben's sheep were grazing. One of them-a large ram-took it into his head to start running. And run he did-straight for the highway!
"Your sheep are headed for the highway, Ben! " cried Brother.
"Don't worry," said Ben. "Shep, my old sheepdog, will take care of 'em." Shep raced ahead and cut the sheep off before they got there.
"Sheep are like that," said Ben. "Follow a leader anywhere-off a cliff, if that's what the leader decides. And some folks are like that too. Follow
a leader wherever he goes-across a highway, over a cliff ... to the edge of my watermelon patch." He looked at Brother, and Brother knew exactly what he was talking about.
"And speaking of watermelon how about having a nice sweet juicy slice with me?"
"Could we?" asked Brother.
"Sure," said Ben, cutting a big center slice in half. "And remember-mmm, this is a good one-being part of a group is okay-and maybe even having a leader. But you always have to think for yourself-especially about important things like what's right and what's wrong, and what's safe and what's dangerous."
"I'll remember, Ben," said Brother. "And thanks for the watermelon."
Brother decided to head home by way
of the highway. And who was waiting around the bend? The Too Tall gang!
"What happened?" asked Too Tall. "Nothing much," answered Brother. "We had a little talk and some watermelon." "Hey, cool," said Too Tall. "Well, come on.
We're goin' over to the Widder Bruin's and have a little more fun."
`No possible way, " said Brother.
"Whatsa matter?" sneered Too Tall. "Chicken?" :'Puk, puk, puk-aaw!" clucked the gang. "Baa! Baa! Buncha sheep! " answered
Brother. "Why don't you try thinking for yourselves for a change?"
"Puk, puk, puk-aaw!" they shouted. "Baa! Baa! Buncha sheep! " Brother shouted back.
But the cubs' shouting was interrupted by another noise: the sound of somebody crashing out of the woods.
He looked a lot like Too Tall but
was much, much bigger. It was Too Tall's papa, Two Ton Grizzly.
"Wh-wh-what's up, Pop?" asked Too Tall.
"What's up," growled Two Ton, "is a little phone call
I had from Farmer Ben about you!
"And," he added as he turned to the gang, "if I hear about any more shenanigans,
all your parents are gonna hear from me! Now get on home! "
The gang got on home as fast as their legs could carry them.
"Hi," said Brother to Sister when he got back to the tree house. "Here's your jump rope."
"Oh, thank you! " she said. "How
did you ever get it back from that awful Too Tall and his gang?"
Brother shrugged. "I asked them for it and they gave it back."
"Hmm," said Mama. "You asked them for it and they gave it back just like that?"
"Well," said Brother, going back to his tangled fishing line, "not exactly just like that."

Subjective Criteria

Illustrations: Some support

Dialog: Multiple speakers

Dialog: Broken dialogue

Vocabulary: Few decoding/definition issues

Language: Few descriptive words

Sentences: Multiple phrases

Text structure: Blend of written/oral

Inferences: Some implications

Concept: Fanciful

Author's purpose: Obvious

Features

Character traits

Clear cause/effect

Simple Plot

Topic

Challenges

Bullies

Honesty

Courage

Dare/Daring

*Feelings, Behaviors

Low Frequency Words

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sheepdog	shenanigans	shrugged	signaled	sneered
spunk	stalked	stealin	strutting	sweetie
tall's	tangled	thievin	trespassing	troublemakers
varmit	watermelon	watermelons	whatsa	widder
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