Batter Up Wombat

Batter Up Wombat

Helen Lester

Language: English

Pages: 32

ISBN: 0547015496

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The new kid in town is a wombat from Down Under. He’s having a tough time fitting in, so he tries to join the baseball team. They’re excited to see a “Wham-bat” hit, but baseball seems to him like a strange game indeed as his literal interpretations of the lingo, such as “stealing third base,” lead to hilarious, and ultimately victorious, results.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wham! Bat! A big hitter! Just what their team needed! The Wombat couldn't understand the source of their excitement. And these folks sure talked funny. Imagine calling a Wombat a Whambat. But when they asked him to join their team, he was as pleased as punch. He loved games, and back in his faraway home of Australia he had been quite a star at rugby. "So, mates," asked the Wombat, "what's your game?" "Baseball," came the reply. "Oh. Baseball," said the Wombat. "Never

Champs. "Not fair," argued the Bandits. "We want that big thing on our team." "Sorry," replied the Champs, as they counted the Bandits. "We need him to make the numbers even. No even numbers, no game." The Masked Bandits knew that rules were rules, and they grumbled their way to the field. "Play ball!" called the umpire, and the game was under way. The Champs were at bat. "Batter up, Whambat," whispered his teammates. "You're the next hitter." The Wombat was alarmed. He really didn't

Champs. "Not fair," argued the Bandits. "We want that big thing on our team." "Sorry," replied the Champs, as they counted the Bandits. "We need him to make the numbers even. No even numbers, no game." The Masked Bandits knew that rules were rules, and they grumbled their way to the field. "Play ball!" called the umpire, and the game was under way. The Champs were at bat. "Batter up, Whambat," whispered his teammates. "You're the next hitter." The Wombat was alarmed. He really didn't

Champs' bench to explain. The umpire declared, "The outsider's out because he's outside the lines. Shucks, he's even off the field." And that was only the top of the first inning. As the game progressed, things went from bad to worse and the score grew in favor of the Masked Bandits. The Champs desperately tried to coach their Whambat. "Catch the fly!" He caught two flies and a duck. "Get under the pop-up!" Pop up ? What an odd request. "Tag second!" He tagged

together, the crowd trembled as the tornado whizzed and whirled directly above them. The Wombat may not have been a Whambat, but he was truly a Champ. As for the rest of the gamewhat do you think?

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