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Talk About ItWhat is the girl thinking?

What is the frog thinking?

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Dear Diary,What an amazing day! I never

thought rafting could be so much fun. Wait… I should probably back up and explain what I was doing on a raft in the fi rst place.

Today, my family and I started our vacation. We’re taking a rafting trip down the Colorado River. I have to admit, it didn’t sound like my idea of fun. The thought of getting drenched by the river and sleeping in tents with creepy bugs and spiders kind of disgusted me. But, unless I wanted to be left behind, I had to put on my lifejacket and join in.

Lisa, our guide, helped us get our big, rubber raft into the river. We joined the others, scattered here and there along the river. There were so many, it felt like we were playing bumper boats! Lisa had told us that the river would narrow and we would be a bit cluttered. Then the river widened, and the rafts spread out as we were carried in the water’s fl ow downstream. At fi rst, I just sat in the raft and listened to my music. But when we picked up speed, I realized my help was needed.

Vocabularydisgusted cluttered

raft downstream

scattered nuzzle

Context CluesParagraph Clues are clues

within the same paragraph

to the meaning of an

unfamiliar word. Look for

clues within the paragraph

where cluttered appears to

figure out its meaning.

by Olivia Snow

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Vocabulary and Comprehension

Reread for Comprehension

Make Inferences and AnalyzeCharacter, Setting, Plot Knowing the setting of a story can help readers make inferences and analyze why certain events occur and why characters feel or act the way they do.

A Setting Flow Chart can help you keep track of the setting, character, and events of a story. Reread the selection to learn how the story’s setting affects the main character.

disappointed. But it gave us a chance to appreciate the beauty of the Grand Canyon. The sunset was amazing. It made the red and gold colors of the canyon walls positively glow.

We’ll be back on the river early tomorrow, so I’d better zip up my sleeping bag and get to sleep.

Before long, I was paddling away and enjoying the amazing wildlife overhead and along the shore. We spotted a great blue heron and a coyote. Then we watched a mother beaver nuzzle her young gently with her snout. Lisa said that if we looked carefully, we might even see a mountain lion!

I have to admit that when it was time to get off the river and set up camp, I actually felt

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ComprehensionGenreRealistic Fiction is a

made-up story that could

have happened in real life.

Make Inferences and AnalyzeCharacter, Setting, Plot

As you read, fill in your

Setting Flow Chart.

Read to Find OutWhat was it that turned

Nicky’s summer around?

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BY JIm LAMArCHE

RAFTTHE

“There’s nobody to play with,” I complained. “She doesn’t even have a TV.”

Dad grinned. “Well, she’s not your normal kind of grandma, I guess,” he said. “Calls herself a river rat.” He chuckled. “But I promise, she’ll fi nd plenty for you to do. And you know I can’t take you with me this summer, Nicky. Th ere’ll be no kids there, and I’ll be spending all my time at the plant.”

I felt tears starting again, but I blinked hard and looked out the window.

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Th at aft ernoon, I stood in Grandma’s yard and watched my dad drive away. Dust rose up behind our car as it disappeared into the pines.

“Well, we can’t stand here all summer,” said Grandma. “C’mon, Nicky, it’s time for supper.”

“Honey or maple syrup on your cornbread?” Grandma asked.

“I don’t like cornbread,” I mumbled, poking my fi nger into the syrup pitcher when she wasn’t looking.

“If you’re going to do that, you’d better wash up fi rst,” she said. She had eyes in the back of her head. “Bathroom’s through there.”

Character, SettingHow do you think Nicky feels

about spending the summer

with his grandmother?

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I pushed the doorway curtain aside and walked into what would have been a living room in anyone else’s house. Books were scattered everywhere—on the tables, on the chairs, even on the fl oor. Th ree of the walls were cluttered with sketches and stuff ed fi sh and charts of the river. Several fi shing poles hung from the fourth with a tackle box, a snorkel, and a mask on the fl oor beneath them. It looked like a river rat’s workroom, all right, except that in the middle of everything was a half-fi nished carving of a bear.

“Been carving that old fellow for years,” Grandma called from the kitchen. “Th e real one hangs out at the dump. Now come get your supper, before I feed it to him.”

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Dad was right—Grandma found plenty for me to do. In the morning, I stacked fi rewood, then helped her clean out the rain gutters and change the spark plugs on her truck. Th e aft ernoon was almost over when she handed me a cane pole, a bobber, and some red worms.

“Fish fry tonight!” she said, showing me how to bait the hook. “Th at river’s full of fat bluegills. Drop your line near the lily pads and you’ll fi nd ’em.”

Down at the dock, I looked things over. Th e lily pads were too close to shore. Th ere couldn’t be fi sh there. I walked to the end of the dock and threw my line out as far as I could. Th en I sat down to wait. And wait. And wait. My bobber never moved.

“Th ere’s no fi sh in this stupid river,” I said out loud, disgusted.

We had hamburgers for supper.

“Give it another try,” said Grandma the next evening. “I’ll bet you catch something.”

Don’t count on it, I thought, as I headed back to the dock. I threw my line in the water. Th en I stretched out on the dock to wait. I must have fallen asleep, because I was awakened by loud chirping and chattering. I sat up and looked around. A fl ock of birds was moving toward me along the river, hovering over something fl oating on the water. It drift ed downstream, closer and closer, until fi nally it bumped up against the dock.

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Th ough it was covered with leaves and branches, now I could tell that it was a raft . What was it doing fl oating down the river all by itself, I wondered. I reached down and pushed some of the leaves aside. Beneath them was a drawing of a rabbit. It looked like those ancient cave paintings I’d seen in books—just outlines, but wild and fast and free.

I cleaned away more leaves and it was like fi nding presents under the Christmas tree. A bear, a fox, a raccoon—all with the wild look of the rabbit. Who had drawn them, I wondered. Where had the raft come from?

I ran up to the cottage. Grandma was on the porch, reading.

“Do you have some rope I can use?” I asked.

“In the shed, hon,” she said. “Help yourself.” She didn’t ask me what I needed it for, and I decided not to tell her yet.

I pushed the raft into the reeds along the river’s edge, then tied it to the dock so it wouldn’t drift away. All the while, birds fl ew over my head, every now and then swooping down to the raft as if it were a friend. A crane waded through the reeds to it. A turtle swam up from the bottom of the river.

Th e moon had risen yellow over the river by the time I went up to the cottage to go to bed.

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I was already down at the dock the next morning when Grandma appeared with a life jacket and a long pole. She didn’t seem surprised by the raft at all, or by the animal pictures all over it.

“How did you know . . . ?” I started.

“Let’s go,” Grandma interrupted, tossing me the life jacket and stepping onto the raft . She pushed the pole hard into the river bottom and we moved smoothly into the current.

“Your turn,” she said aft er a few minutes. She showed me how to hold the pole and push, and I poled us to the middle of the river. Even there, the water wasn’t over my head.

We poled the raft up the river, then let it slowly drift back down. Th e birds kept us company the whole time, soaring, swooping, singing. Some even landed on the raft and rode with us for a while. Hitchhikers, Grandma called them.

Aft er that, I had little time for anything but the raft . I raced through whatever chores there were, then ran down to the dock, wondering what animals I’d see that day.

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It wasn’t just birds that the raft attracted. One morning three raccoons followed me along the shore. Another time a turtle climbed on board and spent the morning sunning itself. And one aft ernoon I saw a family of foxes slip through the trees along the river.

When the weather turned too hot and sticky to sleep indoors, Grandma helped me put up a small tent on the raft . I lay on top of the cool sheets and read comic books by fl ashlight until I fell asleep. One night, a noise woke me up. Th ere in the moonlight stood a huge buck. He looked right at me, then lowered his head to drink, as if I wasn’t there at all.

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I found Grandma the next morning working on her bear carving.

“Do you have some extra paper I could draw on?” I asked her.

She brought out a big sketchpad and a pouch fi lled with thick pencils and crayons. “I’ve been saving these just for you,” she said. “Better take these, too.” She held out the snorkel and mask. “Never know when they might come in handy on a raft .”

Th e sun was hot that aft ernoon, so I poled into the shade of a willow, then waited to see what animals the raft would bring. It wasn’t long before a great blue heron whooshed down with a crayfi sh in its bill.

I grabbed a pencil and began to sketch. I felt invisible as the bird calmly ate its lunch right in front of me. Th en it preened its feathers, looked back up the river, and fl ew off .

Th at night I showed my drawing to Grandma.

“Not bad,” she said. “Not bad at all!” And she tacked it on the wall on top of one of her own sketches.

Character, SettingDescribe the ways in which Nicky

is beginning to enjoy the place

where his grandmother lives.

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One day I poled upriver farther than I’d ever been. Near a clump of tall cattails, I startled an otter family. Th ey dove underwater, but, as with the other animals, the raft seemed to calm them down. Soon they were playing all around me.

Grandma had been right about the mask and snorkel coming in handy. I slipped them on, then hung my head over the raft and watched the otters play—chasing fi sh, chasing each other, sometimes just chasing their own tails. I kept very still, but they didn’t seem to mind me watching. Th ey played keep away with a small stone, then tug-of-war with a piece of rope. It was like they were showing off for me. Th ey even let me feed them right out of my hand.

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Some mornings, Grandma would make a bagful of sandwiches and a thermos of icy lemonade. Th en we’d put on our bathing suits, grab some towels, a lawn chair, and an inner tube, and pole upriver to her favorite swimming spot. “I’ve come swimming here since I was a girl,” she told me as we tied the raft to an old dock. “Th e Marshalls used to live here—all ten of them. What a herd of wild animals we were!”

While Grandma watched from the inner tube, I practiced my fl ying cannonballs. Th en we’d eat our lunch, and she’d tell me stories about growing up on the river. My favorite was of the time she’d found a small black pearl inside a river clam. “I still have it,” she said.

Somehow, on the river, it seemed like summer would never end. But of course it did.

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On my last day, I got up extra early and crept down to the dock. Th e air was cool and a low pearly fog hung over the river. I untied the raft and quietly drift ed downstream.

Ahead of me, through the fog, I saw two deer moving across the river, a doe and her fawn. When they reached the shore, the doe leaped easily up the steep bank, then turned to wait for her baby. But the fawn was in trouble. It kept slipping down the muddy bank. Th e doe returned to the water to help, but the more the fawn struggled, the deeper it got stuck in the mud.

I pushed off the river bottom and drove the raft hard onto the muddy bank, startling the doe. Th en I dropped into the water. I was ankle-deep in mud.

“You’re okay,” I whispered to the fawn, praying that the raft would calm it. “I won’t hurt you.”

Gradually the fawn stopped struggling, as if it understood that I was there to help. I put my arms around it and pulled. It barely moved. I pulled again, then again. Slowly the fawn eased out of the mud, and fi nally it was free. Carefully I carried the fawn up the bank to its mother.

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Th en, quietly, I returned to the raft . From there, I watched the doe nuzzle and clean her baby, and I knew what I had to do. I pulled the stub of a crayon from my pocket, and drew the fawn, in all its wildness, onto the old gray boards of the raft . When I had fi nished, I knew it was just right.

Aft er supper, I showed Grandma my drawing of the fawn and told her my story.

“It’s perfect,” she said, “but we need to do one more thing.” She hurried up to the cottage. When she came back, she had tubes of oil paint and two brushes.

Grandma helped me trace my drawing with the oil paint, which soaked deep into the wood. “Th at’ll keep it,” she said. “Now you’ll always be part of the river.”

“Just like you, Grandma,” I told her. “A river rat.”

Grandma laughed. “Just like me,” she agreed.

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JIM LAMARCHE is a lot like the boy in this story. Jim spent his summers rafting on a river when he was a child. He grew up near the Milwaukee River in Wisconsin. All year round, the river was a special place to play. Jim also liked drawing and crafting things. Once he made a whole zoo out of clay that he dug up from a field. Even though Jim liked art, he didn’t think about becoming an artist when he grew up. Back then, he really wanted to be a magician. Today Jim thinks that creating a book from just a blank piece of paper is not so different from being a magician.

A SKETCH OF

JIM LAMARCHE

Write About ItNicky does not want to stay

with his grandmother, but then

he ends up having a lot of fun.

Describe a time when you did

not want to go somewhere but

ended up having a good time.

Other books illustrated by Jim LaMarche

Find out more about

Jim LaMarche at

www.macmillanmh.com

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Comprehension Check

Summarize

Use your Setting Flow Chart to help you

summarize The Raft. Describe the setting

of the story.

Think and Compare

1. How does the story’s setting change Nicky? What could Nicky

have done for the summer if the setting had been his own

home? Make Inferences and Analyze: Character, Setting, Plot

2. Reread page 113 of The Raft. What does Nicky expect his

vacation with his grandmother to be like? Use story details

in your answer. Analyze

3. What would it be like if you were able to make use of a raft

for the summer? Apply

4. What information would you use to support the view that the

raft was a gift from Nicky’s grandmother? Evaluate

5. Read “Rafting—Ready or Not” on pages 110-111. How is the

narrator’s experience on a raft similar to Nicky’s? What do

the characters discover? Use details from both stories in your

answer. Reading/Writing Across Texts

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Social StudiesGenreMagazine Articles give

facts and information about

interesting topics.

Text FeatureMaps are drawings of all or

part of an area.

Content Vocabularybayous

swamp

guide

ancient

How would you like to float through twisting canals, bayous (streams), and lakes? Some kids from the city of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, did just that! They went canoeing in the huge Atchafalaya (uh-CHAFF-uh-LIE-uh) Swamp. Baton Rouge is only 20 miles (32 km) from the swamp, but most of the kids had never been there before. Now they were able to explore its winding waterways up close!

by Elizabeth SchleichertPhotos by C.C. Lockwood

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Social Studies

The kids met up at the boat dock before sunrise. They couldn’t wait to push off and start their adventure! They were especially excited about camping out that night. Before getting in their canoes, they crowded around a map of the Atchafalaya.

“Here’s where we are now,” said Anthony, pointing to the map. He, Adam, and Edward were trying to figure out where they would be heading. But in fact, they didn’t really have to worry about a thing. Their guide for the trip, photographer C.C. Lockwood, knew every bend and bayou in the Atchafalaya. There was no way he was going to get them lost! C.C. gave the group some canoeing pointers, and then they paddled into the morning mist.

From Baton Rouge to Atchafalaya

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Gulf of Mexico

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Reading a MapThis map has a compass rose that

shows directions. The key helps you

measure the distance from one place

to the other.

This map shows the location of the Atchafalaya Swamp.

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Shhh . . . Swamp Creatures! Yikes!

As the canoes followed C.C.’s, someone yelled “Alligator!” The kids paddled over to check it out. The ’gator swam around the canoes. One of the kids said, “It was so close, we could almost touch it!”

Nearby, the kids spied a super-sized female golden silk spider. It was waiting to snag a buggy meal in its golden web.

Checkin’ It OutEdward and Stephen poked around near an ancient bald

cypress stump. Long ago, loggers had chopped down lots of trees here, leaving behind eerie-looking stumps like this one.

I’m Reelin’ “Wanna go fishing?” Ryan asked Stephen during lunch.

“Sure,” came the reply. Soon Ryan was excitedly catching one bass after another and grinning from ear to ear. Stephen steadied the canoe and laughed as Ryan reeled in a big one.

Nighttime AdventuresWhooo’s There?

No telling who—or what—might be watching you on a dark swampy night! A barred owl was perched quietly in a tree not far from the group’s tents. It was waiting to swoop down on any meal that might walk, wriggle, or swim by.

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Connect and Compare1. Look at the map on page 139. In what direction would you

travel to get from Baton Rouge to the Atchafalaya Swamp?

Reading a Map

2. How important is it to have a guide when exploring the

Atchafalaya Swamp? Why do you think so? Evaluate

3. Think about this article and The Raft. How is Grandma’s

river like the Atchafalaya Swamp? How is it different?

Reading/Writing Across Texts

Social Studies Activity

Research another body of water. Draw a map to show its

location. Then write about the wildlife you might find there.

Find out more wildlife facts at www.macmillanmh.com

Noisy Frogs Anthony giggled when C.C. put a green

tree frog on his nose. “It kind of tickled,” he said. The boys couldn’t believe how noisy these frogs were, filling the nighttime swamp with their loud “quonks.” Frog calls were just some of the sounds that kept the kids awake that night. Scary campfire ghost stories didn’t help them go to sleep either .

So Long, Swamp!Before leaving the swamp, the kids hung out at the water’s

edge. They’d had to put up with some heavy rain and tons of mosquitoes, but Anthony said, “I’ll never forget the fun I had on this camping trip.” And the other kids nodded, You got that right!

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Writing

VoiceGood writing reveals the

writer’s personality. A good

writer shows interest in and

enthusiasm about

the topic.

I chose words that clearly expressed my feelings.

October 25

Today Dad and I went on a fantastic hike in the foothills. After about ten minutes I saw some hoof prints in the soft dirt of the trail. Then I looked up, and I saw a doe and her tiny spotted fawn. Dad and I stood there very quietly. Then they turned and walked into some thick brush.

Wow! I had never been so close to a wild animal. Dad patted me on the shoulder and told me there’s a first time for everything.

Write a Journal

Entry

My journal entry shows how I feel about nature and wildlife.

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Personal Narrative

Writer¢s Checklist Ideas and Content: Did I include important and

interesting details about my experience?

Organization: Did I tell the events in the order that they

happened?

Voice: Does my writing show how I feel?

Word Choice: Did I use strong, colorful words to tell

what happened?

Sentence Fluency: Did I vary the length of my sentences?

Conventions: Did I fix any run-on sentences by dividing

them into separate sentences? Did I fix any sentence

fragments by making them into complete sentences?

Did I check my spelling?

Your TurnSpend some time being a

nature watcher. Safely observe

birds, insects, or other animals

that live in your area. Write a

journal entry about your experience.

Choose words that express your

feelings about the experience. Use the

Writer’s Checklist to check your writing.

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Answer Questions

Go On

Test StrategyThink and SearchThe answer is in more than

one place. Keep reading to

find the answer.

by Doreen Beauregard

CHARACTERS:JENNY DEREK

JENNY’S DAD JENNY’S MOM

Setting: The kitchen of Jenny’s house

JENNY: You’ve never been to the beach? You’ve never seen the ocean? Are you kidding me, Derek?

DEREK: No, I’ve never seen it.

JENNY’S DAD: Derek lives in New Mexico, Jen. Look it up on the map. It’s nowhere near the ocean. That’s one of the reasons your cousin’s visiting. Right, Derek? You came to see the Pacific?

DEREK: Right. Hey, when was the last time you saw a desert?

JENNY: I’ve never seen a desert.

DEREK: (Imitating Jenny) What? You’ve never seen a desert? Are you kidding me?

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JENNY’S DAD: (Smiling) Okay, you two. Finish your juice, then put your sneakers on. Mom’s taking you on a beach walk.

(On the beach, near the dunes)

DEREK: Wow! The ocean really is huge! The waves are amazing!

JENNY’S MOM: Beautiful, isn’t it?

JENNY: Check out the dunes. They’re beautiful, too.

DEREK: How can all those plants grow in the sand?

JENNY’S MOM: They have their ways. Some have leaves with a waxy coating or little hairs to keep the water inside.

DEREK: Desert plants do that, too!

JENNY: Hey, it’s low tide. We can look in the tide pools. There’s lots of fun stuff living in the tide pools. C’mon.

JENNY’S MOM: Tide pools are fragile. Walk carefully so you don’t harm anything.

DEREK: What’s that weird plant near the rock?

JENNY: That’s not a plant. It’s an anemone.

DEREK: An enemy?

JENNY: An A-NEM-A-NEE. It’s an animal.

(Suddenly, a loud barking noise is heard. Derek, Jenny, and Jenny’s mom look out toward some rocks offshore.)

green sea anemone

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Answer Questions

Go On

DEREK: Wow! Those are seals out there! They’re pretty loud.

JENNY’S MOM: Those are sea lions actually.

DEREK: Hey, what’s that thing on the sand? Is that seaweed?

JENNY: Yep. It’s kelp. These round things are called gas bladders.

JENNY’S MOM: There’s a big kelp forest out there.

DEREK: Are these the roots?

JENNY’S MOM: Not roots, exactly—that’s the kelp’s holdfast.

DEREK: (Laughing and waving the kelp around) Not any more! So what other fun stuff is out there?

JENNY: Ummm . . . there are white shrimp that look like ghosts. There are shovelnose guitarfish—

DEREK: Cool! What songs do they play?

JENNY’S MOM: (Laughing) We’ll go to the aquarium on Saturday to see all these things. Now let’s go back and get some lunch.

Kelpfrondfrond

holdfastholdfast

gas bladdergas bladder

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STOP

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Tip

Keep reading. The

answer may be in

more than one place.

Writing PromptThink of a place you love to visit. Why is it special?

Write a letter home, about three paragraphs long,

describing this place.

Directions: Answer the questions.

1. What are tide pools?

A pools of water surrounded by plants

B pools of water filled with delicate living things

C pools of deep water

D waves caused by high tides

2. Based on the play and the diagram of the kelp,

what is the purpose of the holdfast?

A to keep the plant green

B to help the plant breathe

C to anchor the plant to the ocean floor

D to keep sand away from the water

3. Which of these statements BEST describes

Derek’s character?

A He dislikes the beach and ocean.

B He is curious and excited about new things.

C He is afraid of new places.

D He does not like to ask questions.

4. Describe the plot of the play.

5. What is Derek’s problem in this play? What

does he do to help solve his problem?

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