They said, 'Beh, beh.oy, boy, and luh, luh.ook, look.' The teacher smiled at them when they put all the sounds together and got a word right. They were all holding Our Neighborhood, their first reader, sounding out letters and words. In first grade, Trisha sat in a circle with the other kids. 'In first grade, you'll learn to read,' her brother said. The other kids would crowd around her and watch her do her magic with the crayons. Still, she loved being at school because she could draw. Each day she saw the kids in the first grade across the hall reading, and before the year was over, some of the kids in her own class began to read. When she turned five and went to kindergarten, most of all she hoped to read.

And whenever she visited the family farm, her grandfather or grandmother read to her by the stone fireplace. Her redheaded brother brought his books from school and shared them. Her schoolteacher mother read to her every night. Trisha, the littlest girl in the family, grew up loving books. The little girl answered, 'Sweet!' Then all of the family said in a single voice, 'Yes, and so is knowledge, but knowledge is like the bee that made that sweet honey, you have to chase it through the pages of a book!' The little girl knew that the promise to read was at last hers. 'Taste!' She dipped her finger into the honey and put it into her mouth. 'I did this for your mother, your uncles, your older brother, and now you!' Then he handed the book to her.

The grandpa held the jar of honey so that all the family could see, then dipped a ladle into it and drizzled honey on the cover of a small book. Falker.' She begins with a special introduction, a prologue. She's the author and illustrator of a wonderful book, called 'Thank you, Mr. Everybody knows that honey is delicious in tea, but can you imagine pouring it on a book? Well Patricia Polacco can. Welcome to the Screen Actors Guild Foundation BookPals.

Dear mr falker patricia polacco