Cleaning Up

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Cleaning Up By Dana Hurley Mom went away this weekend. She put my big brother Grant in charge. “When I get back,” said Mom, “I want everything neat as a pin.” “OK Mom,” said Grant, “You bet!“ But as soon as Mom left, Grant sat down. He flipped on the TV. After that, he went to take a nap. The house would never get clean like this! So I decided to help Grant clean up. I began in the kitchen. A big pile of dishes sat in the sink. “Yuck,” I said, and I pulled up my sleeves. But I bumped into a glass. My hands were wet. I couldn’t catch it. I tried, but I sent it flying. It fell with a SMACK and smashed into a zillion bits. The dishes had to wait. I went to get some soap. I had to clean up that mess! I clanked and crashed in the closet. I saw bulbs, and paint, and a bunch of stinky rags. But I did not see soap. “Hm,” I wondered. “What can I use for soap? Shaving cream? Makeup?” I picked up my Mom’s toothpaste. “This will do!” I said. I squeezed a bit on my finger. It smelled like mint. I ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only. thought Mom would like her home to smell like that. So I put off cleaning up the spilled milk. I went around dabbing bits of mint here and there. I hid a bit on a lamp. I hid a bit behind a fish tank. I spent a while on it. But I knew Grant would thank me in the end. At last, Grant woke up. “You were sleeping,” I said. “So I helped clean up!” Grant did not say a thing. He just let out a little yelp. I think he was so happy, he did not know what to say! ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Passage provided under license from PassageBank.com. Use and duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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