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- Story Listed as: True Life For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 06/09/2014
THIS IS THE STORY OF PATRICK PUDDLE
JUST FOR
PATRICK CAIN
BECAUSE
HIS AUNT JILL LOVES HIM AND HOPES,
HE LIKES THIS STORY
JUST
FOR
HIM.
LOVE, AUNT JILL
Written in May 1974 by Jill Lewis
Edited in May 2014 by Patrick Michael Cain
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY NAMED PATRICK PUDDLE.
HIS PROPER NAME WAS PATRICK MICHAEL, BUT BECAUSE NO MATTER
WHAT HE DID, HE ALWAYS SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, WITHOUT ANY HELP
FORM ANYONE ELSE,
MANAGED
TO
MAKE
A
PUDDLE (HE WAS MOSTLY PATRICK PUDDLE.)
HE HAD A LITTLE BROWN DOG NAMED TULIP, AND HE LOVED HER
VERY MUCH. ONE DAY WHEN HIS GRANDMA CAME TO VISIT HIM HE WAS
PLAYING ON THE FLOOR WITH TULIP, HIS GRANDMA ASKED,
“IS TULIP A GOOD WATCH DOG PATRICK?”
“OH NO!” HE SAID, “SHE CAN'T EVEN TELL TIME.”
THEN HE KNOCKED OVER TULIP’S WATER DISH LAUGHING.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
SO HE WENT TO VISIT KATIE’S HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET. HE LOVED HER TOO.
SHE BAKED VERY GOOD COOKIES, WHICH SHE GAVE HIM WITH A GLASS
OF KOOLAID, (FOR IT WAS A VERY HOT DAY). SHE ALSO GAVE HIM
A BUNCH OF PRETTY VIOLETS FROM HER YARD.
HE ATE THE DELICIOUS COOKIES, AND SPILLED HIS KOOLAID.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
SO HE TOOK HIS VIOLETS HOME AND FILLED HIS MOTHERS LITTLEST
VASE WITH WATER AND PUT THE VIOLETS IN IT.
THEN HE SAT TO EAT HIS SUPPER.
HIS FATHER SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
HIS MOTHER SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
HIS BIG BROTHERS SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
AND HE DIDN’T.
BUT HE DID SPILL THE LITTLE VASE OF VIOLETS WHEN HE TRIPPED
ON THE STAIRS TAKING THEM TO HIS ROOM.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
THE NEXT DAY HE WENT OVER TO PLAY WITH LEE AND TERESA.
THEY WERE HIS BEST FRIENDS, HE LOVED THEM TOO.
THEY PLAYED WITH THE GARDEN HOSE. HE FILLED HIS BOOTS WITH
WATER, THEY HAD FUN. THEN HE WENT HOME. HE WALKED INTO THE
KITCHEN. SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH WENT HIS LITTLE BOOT ACROSS
THE KITCHEN FLOOR, AND THEY LEFT LOTS OF PUDDLES.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
ALL HE WANTED TO DO IS SEE IF HIS BOOTS LEAKED.
THEN IT RAINED VERY HARD AND MADE BIG PUDDLES OUT SIDE.
PATRICK WENT OUT TO PLAY WITH TULIP IN THE PUDDLES.
HE SAT DOWN IN THEM, LAUGHED IN THEM, PLAYED IN THEM, GOT DIRTY IN THEM.
HE HAD FUN! TILL MOTHER CAUGHT HIM.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING PATRICK?!” SHE YELLED! (BOY DID SHE YELL!)
“I’M MAKING MUDDLING IN THE PUDDLING!” PATRICK LAUGHED
“YOU’RE GOING TO GET A SPANKLING, IF YOU DON’T STOP MAKING
MUDDLING IN THAT PUDDLING.” SAID HIS MOTHER.
SO HE GOT OUT OF THAT PUDDLE AND DRIPPED, DRIPPED, DRIPPED.
AND HE MADE ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“UH OH, BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
BUT THIS TIME HIS MOTHER KISSED HIM AND LAUGHED, AND SAID,
“I
LOVE
YOU
PATRICK.”
THE! END!
Patrick Puddle(Pat Cain)
THIS IS THE STORY OF PATRICK PUDDLE
JUST FOR
PATRICK CAIN
BECAUSE
HIS AUNT JILL LOVES HIM AND HOPES,
HE LIKES THIS STORY
JUST
FOR
HIM.
LOVE, AUNT JILL
Written in May 1974 by Jill Lewis
Edited in May 2014 by Patrick Michael Cain
ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A LITTLE BOY NAMED PATRICK PUDDLE.
HIS PROPER NAME WAS PATRICK MICHAEL, BUT BECAUSE NO MATTER
WHAT HE DID, HE ALWAYS SOMEHOW, SOMEWAY, WITHOUT ANY HELP
FORM ANYONE ELSE,
MANAGED
TO
MAKE
A
PUDDLE (HE WAS MOSTLY PATRICK PUDDLE.)
HE HAD A LITTLE BROWN DOG NAMED TULIP, AND HE LOVED HER
VERY MUCH. ONE DAY WHEN HIS GRANDMA CAME TO VISIT HIM HE WAS
PLAYING ON THE FLOOR WITH TULIP, HIS GRANDMA ASKED,
“IS TULIP A GOOD WATCH DOG PATRICK?”
“OH NO!” HE SAID, “SHE CAN'T EVEN TELL TIME.”
THEN HE KNOCKED OVER TULIP’S WATER DISH LAUGHING.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
SO HE WENT TO VISIT KATIE’S HOUSE ACROSS THE STREET. HE LOVED HER TOO.
SHE BAKED VERY GOOD COOKIES, WHICH SHE GAVE HIM WITH A GLASS
OF KOOLAID, (FOR IT WAS A VERY HOT DAY). SHE ALSO GAVE HIM
A BUNCH OF PRETTY VIOLETS FROM HER YARD.
HE ATE THE DELICIOUS COOKIES, AND SPILLED HIS KOOLAID.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
SO HE TOOK HIS VIOLETS HOME AND FILLED HIS MOTHERS LITTLEST
VASE WITH WATER AND PUT THE VIOLETS IN IT.
THEN HE SAT TO EAT HIS SUPPER.
HIS FATHER SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
HIS MOTHER SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
HIS BIG BROTHERS SAID, “DON’T SPILL YOUR MILK PATRICK.”
AND HE DIDN’T.
BUT HE DID SPILL THE LITTLE VASE OF VIOLETS WHEN HE TRIPPED
ON THE STAIRS TAKING THEM TO HIS ROOM.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
THE NEXT DAY HE WENT OVER TO PLAY WITH LEE AND TERESA.
THEY WERE HIS BEST FRIENDS, HE LOVED THEM TOO.
THEY PLAYED WITH THE GARDEN HOSE. HE FILLED HIS BOOTS WITH
WATER, THEY HAD FUN. THEN HE WENT HOME. HE WALKED INTO THE
KITCHEN. SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH WENT HIS LITTLE BOOT ACROSS
THE KITCHEN FLOOR, AND THEY LEFT LOTS OF PUDDLES.
“UH OH”, ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
ALL HE WANTED TO DO IS SEE IF HIS BOOTS LEAKED.
THEN IT RAINED VERY HARD AND MADE BIG PUDDLES OUT SIDE.
PATRICK WENT OUT TO PLAY WITH TULIP IN THE PUDDLES.
HE SAT DOWN IN THEM, LAUGHED IN THEM, PLAYED IN THEM, GOT DIRTY IN THEM.
HE HAD FUN! TILL MOTHER CAUGHT HIM.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING PATRICK?!” SHE YELLED! (BOY DID SHE YELL!)
“I’M MAKING MUDDLING IN THE PUDDLING!” PATRICK LAUGHED
“YOU’RE GOING TO GET A SPANKLING, IF YOU DON’T STOP MAKING
MUDDLING IN THAT PUDDLING.” SAID HIS MOTHER.
SO HE GOT OUT OF THAT PUDDLE AND DRIPPED, DRIPPED, DRIPPED.
AND HE MADE ANOTHER PUDDLE,
PIDDLE
PUDDLE
“UH OH, BOY AM I IN TROUBLE.”
BUT THIS TIME HIS MOTHER KISSED HIM AND LAUGHED, AND SAID,
“I
LOVE
YOU
PATRICK.”
THE! END!
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