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Zusatztext PRAISE FOR THE ELLRAY JAKES SERIES: “Warner is a dead-on observer of playground politics! and has a great ear for dialogue.” — School Library Journal on EllRay Jakes Is Not a Chicken! “…ideal for reluctant readers.” — Booklist on EllRay Jakes Is Not a Chicken! “Young readers can identify with EllRay! who is neither a bad seed nor a goody-two-shoes; he and his sense of humor are just right.” — Kirkus Reviews on EllRay Jakes Is a Rock Star! “The EllRay Jakes stories are just right for his real-life peers.”— Kirkus Reviews on EllRay Jakes Walks the Plank Informationen zum Autor Sally Warner; Illustrated by Brian Biggs Klappentext EllRay Jakes is a small kid with big problems!EllRay Jakes may be the smallest kid in his class at Oak Glen Primary School, but he's also his sister Alfie's big brother. So when it looks like Alfie is being bossed around by a dragon-like girl at her school, EllRay feels responsible. As her older (and wiser!) brother, shouldn't he show her that she should stand up for herself? But little sisters and four year old dragons are a bit more complicated than he thought. . . . Check out the other books in the EllRay Jakes series: EllRay Jakes Is Not A Chicken!, EllRay Jakes is a Rock Star!, and EllRay Jakes Walks the Plank! OTHER BOOKS ABOUT ELLRAY JAKES EllRay Jakes Is Not a Chicken! EllRay Jakes Is a Rock Star! EllRay Jakes Walks the Plank! 1 THAT HOPEFUL LOOK “Are you paying any attention to me at all, EllRay Jakes?” Mom asks from the driver’s seat of our car, a Toyota so old they don’t even make them anymore. It’s the middle of April, and we are waiting in a humming line of cars in front of my little sister’s day care. “Wait. Yeah,” I say, pushing Pause on Die, Creature, Die , my favorite handheld video game. I am almost at Level Six. “What?” “I was saying , go inside and sign Alfie out,” Mom says. “And tell her to hurry, please. I’m afraid to turn the engine off. Darn car battery,” she adds. I can see the scowl on her face in the rearview mirror. “I have to call the auto club when we get home,” she says. “If we can make it home without having to be towed.” “Do I have to get Alfie?” I ask, matching Mom’s scowl with one of my own. “I had a sore throat yesterday. And last time you sent me in there, the little kids made me judge a contest out on the playground. Remember?” Picture a combination of preschool versions of a TV singing contest and a wrestling match and you’ll be close. It was terrible. One kid bit his best friend. I’m working that sore throat, by the way. It’s the reason I didn’t walk home from school. Now, of course, I wish I had. “You have to,” Mom tells me, inching our car forward as the line moves. “She’s not standing by the front door, naturally. Not our Alfie. That would be too easy. She’ll be out back with her friends.” And she REVS the engine a little, as if reminding it what it’s supposed to do. Kreative Learning and Playtime Day Care is very strict about letting its little kids leave. They either have to be waiting right next to the front door, so the frazzled teacher with the clipboard can check off their names and then watch them go straight out to their car, or you have to walk all the way in and find the right little kid yourself. And then you have to sign them out, but only if you’re on the approved list. That means parking the car, though, not waiting in line at the curb. And today, my mom’s afraid to turn off our car. When I grow up, I want to be so rich that I can buy a new car every time I get close to needing a new battery. Car batteries are boring things to buy. “EllRay. Move ,” Mom says, her voice growing sharp. And my mom is usually a ...
