On Monday I Start School
It starts with a little idea…
Parent“What shall your book be about?”
Finn (child)“Me going to school. On Monday. But what if I can’t find the toilet? Put my cat in it too. He can’t come though, can he?”
Finn has packed his bag, but his tummy is full of questions. Follow him through the school door and see what happens on his first Monday.
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Not quite ready
On Sunday, my bag was ready. My shoes were ready. My coat was ready. I wasn’t quite ready. “What if I don’t know where to go?” I asked. Mum sat beside me. “Then you can ask.”
The little cat
I put my little wooden cat in my coat pocket. He was small enough to come with me. Our real cat was much too big. “Will you wait here?” I asked him. He blinked, then sat on my shoe. I laughed a little.
The first door
On Monday, my tummy felt wobbly. Mum and I walked to school. I held her hand all the way. At the door, my feet stopped. “Hello, Finn,” said my teacher. “I’m Miss Rose. Come and find your peg.”
A very important question
My peg had a picture of a sun. I hung up my coat. Mum gave me a cuddle. “I’ll be back after school.” Then my big question came out in a tiny voice. “Where’s the toilet?” “Let’s look together,” said Miss Rose.
Someone else is new
I knew where the toilet was. I knew where my coat was. But I didn’t know anyone. A girl sat beside the bricks. “Can I build here?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m Nora. I’m new too.” We made a house with a very tall door.
Gone
At playtime, I fetched my little cat. Nora made him a bed of leaves. Then we ran to the swings. When we came back, the bed was empty. My cat was gone. I looked under the leaves. I looked behind the pot. My tummy went wobbly again.
I can ask
“Miss Rose?” I said. This time, my voice was bigger. “Please can you help us find my cat?” We looked by the bench. We looked by the wall. Nora pointed into a hollow log. “There he is.” We had made him a house. Now he had found one of his own.
The next Monday
After school, Mum was waiting. “I found my peg,” I told her. “And the toilet. And a friend.” “And your little cat,” said Mum. I held him all the way home. On the next Monday, my tummy still wobbled a little. But this time, my feet went through the door.
An illustrated example of the experience we are developing. Talebrix is still in development; this book was not printed by the device.