Walking out to see his favorite feathered friends, Flat Stanley had lost the spring in his step. He was feeling pretty bad about making Nana, Papa and Auntie Terri worry so much yesterday. His trip was fun, but he learned his lesson.
He talked to the chickens for a while, giving them their favorite treats and by the time he collected the eggs, he was feeling a little bit better.
When he came inside, Nana was making scrambled eggs with tomato and cheese. The cheesy goodness smelled good!
“Breakfast is my favorite meal,” Nana said as she put Flat Stanley’s plate in front of him.
“And orange juice makes every breakfast even better,” Flat Stanley said as he took a sip of the citrusy sweet drink.
While eating his breakfast, Flat Stanley decided he would take care of Nana and Papa’s chores today. This would help him feel better for worrying them so much yesterday.
He started by emptying all of the trash cans, and carrying the heavy bag to the trash barrel. Then, he got the recycling bin and hefted it up and out to the other recycling barrel.
Flat Stanley came in and grabbed the broom from the back hall. He swept the floors and was really careful to get around the appliances and dust from the corners. It surprised him to see so much gunk in the dustpan, but I guess dust falls, even when you’re out of town!
The dusting was Flat Stanley’s favorite chore. He grabbed the long pole and dusted all the corners and fixtures.
Nana was just about to stop Flat Stanley when he went for the mop, but she held back. He was really trying to help, so she decided to let him.
That may not have been the best decision.
Flat Stanley grabbed the mop and put the pad on it kinda sideways, but it worked. He squirted five squirts around the toilet and began working on getting the floors bright and shiny like Nana does.
But the squirts weren’t working very well.
So what do you think Flat Stanley did?
Yes, he went for the dish soap on the counter and squirted that on the floor. Then he grabbed a bucket and filled it with water. He didn’t mean to, but his foot slid on the slippery floor and he accidentally bumped into the bucket. It spilled across the floor making the dishsoap suds up like it does in the sink; but this was all over the floor!
“Ohh no!” Flat Stanley shouted. This is NOT how he planned to “help” Nana!
Nana heard his shout and forced herself to remain at her desk doing her work. She pretty much knew what she’d find if she went in there.
Flat Stanley ran up to the linen closet and grabbed towels. On his hands and knees he cleaned up the water and suds and rang out the towels to the best of his ability.
Papa walked by the hallway, but decided not to go in. He was really doing what he could to let Flat Stanley be the “big boy” he decided to be yesterday.
Flat Stanley was sopping up the mess for hours. Everytime he thought he got all of the suds up, he’d feel the sticky tackiness when he walked on it and then get his damp towels down, only to stir up more suds. It seemed like a never ending cycle.
Eventually, it was clean! It wasn’t sticky and it shined like Nana’s floors after she mops! He put the dirty towels in the washing machine and started the wash.
Nana decided not to sit this one out. She went in and ran the rinse and drain cycle a few times to get the suds off of the towels so they didn’t overflow the washing machine.
She was shaking her head, but as she looked at what a nice job Flat Stanley did on his chores, it showed how he had learned a lesson, or maybe two today. Nana was smiling. Flat Stanley was relieved and feeling much better by the days end. He sighed a big sigh of relief upon seeing Nana’s smile return to her face.
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