Estie the Mensch

Estie the Mensch

Jane Kohuth

Language: English

Pages: 32

ISBN: 0375867783

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Estie does not always like people. So when her grandmother reminds her to be a mensch, she'd rather not. She'd rather be a dog. Or a turtle. Or a seagull. Being a monkey can even make another kid laugh! But it can also make another kid cry, and that's when Estie and her grandmother find out what a mensch Estie can really be.

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them ice cream cones. Petie was so excited to get his that he shouted and jumped in the air. Shlop! His two scoops of vanilla with rainbow sprinkles landed on the ground. Some monkeys behind them whooped and chattered. To make Petie feel better, Estie whooped and chattered, too. But this time, Petie didn’t laugh. He started to cry! The grandmas tried to comfort him. Estie thought fast. “Wait!” she cried. She grabbed a plastic spoon and shoveled one of her chocolate scoops with chocolate

2011 [E]—dc22 2010011254 Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read. v3.1 For my father, Alan Kohuth, a great storyteller, and for my mother, Leslie Kohuth, who supplied my book habit and showed me how to be a reader and an artist. And for my sister, Emily Kohuth, who was a child like no other and is now a real mensch. —J.K. To muses Pia and Franziska —R.L. Copyright Dedication Title Page First Page About the Author Estie

father reminded her. At the grocery store, Estie was a chimp. “Oh, Estie. Save it for the monkey bars,” her mother sighed. Estie’s parents had a barbecue in the backyard. “Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.” Estie the fly zoomed around the hamburgers and macaroni salad. Her feelers landed on a cupcake. “Buzz off, kiddo,” said Estie’s father. “Dinner first.” Estie licked frosting off her fingers. Her father raised his eyebrows. “Be a mensch and use a napkin, Es.” On swimming day, Estie was an

father reminded her. At the grocery store, Estie was a chimp. “Oh, Estie. Save it for the monkey bars,” her mother sighed. Estie’s parents had a barbecue in the backyard. “Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.” Estie the fly zoomed around the hamburgers and macaroni salad. Her feelers landed on a cupcake. “Buzz off, kiddo,” said Estie’s father. “Dinner first.” Estie licked frosting off her fingers. Her father raised his eyebrows. “Be a mensch and use a napkin, Es.” On swimming day, Estie was an

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