Noodle Up Your Nose by Frieda Wishinsky, Laliberte Louise-Andree Page B

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    It didn’t take long to find red and black balloons and streamers. They even found black eye patches and sparkly pirate stickers to decorate them. But Kate couldn’t find pirate invitations anywhere.
    â€œThere’s nothing here for a pirate party,” she told her mom after looking at dozens of invitations. “All the invitations have dolls, cowboys, baseballs or clowns on them.”
    â€œMaybe you should make up your own invitations,” suggested her mom.
    â€œYes!” said Kate. “I could draw pirates, parrots, buried treasure and sailing ships.”
    â€œGood idea,” said her mom. “Now, let’s pay for the decorations and stickers.”
    As they waited in line, someone tapped Kate on her shoulder.
    She spun around. It was Violet with Lila and Lila’s mother.
    â€œAre you shopping for your party?” asked Violet.
    â€œYes,” said Kate.
    â€œWhy do you have pirate stickers?” asked Lila. “Do you like pirates?”
    â€œYes,” said Kate. “I’m having a pirate party for my birthday.”
    â€œYou are?” said Violet, nudging Lila in the side and making a face. Then they both giggled as if Kate had said the stupidest thing in the world.
    â€œAre you going to have pirate food like snakes, worms and shark guts at your party?” asked Violet.
    â€œNo. Pirates don’t eat that stuff,” said Kate.

    â€œI bet they do,” sneered Violet. Then Violet strutted out of the store with Lila and Lila’s mother.
    Kate turned to her mother. “See what I mean about Violet?” said Kate. “She always thinks she knows everything. She always thinks everyone likes what she likes. She always thinks what she likes is the best. I wish I didn’t have to invite her to my party.”
    â€œYou have to invite her, Kate,” said Kate’s mom. “You can’t leave just one person out.”
    â€œI know I can’t,” said Kate, “but I wish I could.”

Chapter Six
Each One Different

    â€œLook, Mom!” said Kate. “I’m making each one different.” Kate held up an invitation with a parrot perched on a pirate’s head. “Can you help me write the words?”
    â€œSure,” said Kate’s mom.
    Kate’s mom helped her write COME AS A PIRATE TO KATE’S PIRATE PARTY. Kate carefully copied the words on the balloon popping out of the parrot’s mouth.
    â€œThat’s great,” said her mom, “but are you sure you want to make each invitation different? That’s a lot of work. You could make one drawing and we could photocopy it nineteen times.”
    â€œBut I love drawing” said Kate. “I don’t want everyone to have the same picture on their invitation.”
    Kate sat at the kitchen table and worked all Saturday afternoon on her invitations. By four o’clock she’d finished ten. She’d made an invitation of a pirate digging for treasure on a deserted island. She’d made an invitation of a pirate riding a whale. She’d made an invitation of a one-legged pirate dancing across the deck of his ship.
    â€œI’m so tired. My hand feels like it’s going to fall off!” Kate said.
    â€œWhy don’t you take a hot chocolate break?” suggested her mom.
    â€œA hot chocolate break with whipped cream, please?” asked Kate, popping her head up.
    â€œWhy not?” said her mom and she began to get the hot chocolate ready.
    As Kate and her mom sipped their drinks, the phone rang. It was Jake.

    â€œWant to play tomorrow?” he asked.
    â€œAfter I finish nine more pirate invitations. I'm drawing each one with a different picture,” Kate explained.
    â€œWant some help?” asked Jake.
    â€œHey! That would be great,” said Kate. “You draw terrific pirates. Come over in the morning.”
    The next morning at ten, Jake's dad dropped him off at Kate's house. Kate showed