Hannah and the Lost Inside Voice is a interactive story that aims to motivate children to love reading and the world of books. It would make a great bedtime story.
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Hannah and the Lost Inside Voice
By Nicole Tamang, Donnie Obina
Trafford PublishingCopyright © 2014 Nicole Tamang
All rights reserved.
"Stop!" yelled Hannah.
"I do not want to play with you," she screamed at her sister.
"Why is Hannah shouting?" Mom wondered. She has been shouting all afternoon, she thought.
She walked up the stairs and down the corridor and into Hannah's room, which she shared with her sister.
"Why are you shouting?" Mom asked.
"I don't know!" Hannah yelled in reply.
"Use your inside voice," Mom said.
"I can't find my inside voice," Hannah responded.
"What do you mean you can't find your inside voice?" asked Mom.
"I just can't find it," she said very loudly.
"Well, can you whisper?" Mom asked.
"I will try ...," Hannah began but quickly covered her mouth as her voice got louder and louder.
"Hmm, hmm," said Mom, scratching her head. "Do you know where you last used your inside voice?"
Hannah shook her head. "No."
"Well, let's retrace your steps and see if we can find your inside voice," Mom said.
"Okay!" Hannah shouted with a smile.
"What did you do today?" asked Mom.
"After breakfast, we went to the supermarket with you," chimed in her sister, Carla, who so far had been quietly listening.
"Let's go and see if you left your inside voice at the supermarket," Mom said, heading for the stairs. She retrieved her car keys, and the girls hurriedly got inside the car and buckled their seat belts.
At the supermarket, the girls ran from aisle to aisle. They remembered that Mom had stopped in the produce aisle to pick up some yummy strawberries. They also had the last of their cereal for breakfast, so Mom had gone into the cereal aisle as well. The dairy aisle was next, but to the girls' dismay, there was no inside voice anywhere.
"Any luck?" asked Mom.
"No." They both shook their heads.
"Where did we go next?" Mom asked.
"We stopped by the dry cleaners to pick up Dad's suits," yelled Hannah.
At the dry cleaners, they asked the clerk if he had found a lost inside voice. But unfortunately, he had not.
The girls ran back to the car.
"Not there," they said in unison to their mom's inquiry.
"I have to get back home and start dinner," Mom said.
"Not yet, one more try please!" pleaded Hannah.
"Okay, one more place then it's home and dinner," said Mom. "Where to?" she asked.
"The playground," Carla said. "You took us there on the way home from the supermarket and dry cleaners."
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