The Pigeon Finds A Hot Dog

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A gift is given to people on their Birthdays and they are usually good gifts, but this gift that I gave was better than good. The gift I gave spectacular. The story can not start when I gave the gift, so we have to go back to when I was in Kindergarten to understand the real sentimental value that made this gift so great. I was five years old and my sister, Letti, was four. In kindergarten once a week I would go to the school library with my class and get a book to take home. I took home that week a hardcover version of The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog by Mo Willems.Letti was at a stage where she colored in books. It did not matter what type of book. The book could be a coloring book, picture book, a book we owned, or even a book we borrowed and …show more content…
My mom sweetly asked Letti to grab her favorite book. Letti went and grabbed Big Bear, Little Bear by David Bedford with a smile on her face and a smile on my face. My mom took the book from her almost as if she was going to read it but she was going to do something else with the book other than read it. Mom took the morning off work and decided to come in before school so her, my siblings, and I could go to the school library. We took the elevator up because my younger two sibling were still in strollers. The wooden door was open with bright fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling. One of the doors were open and the other was closed as the stroller slowly went through the door. The room was so silent you could hear a pin drop. My hands remained on the navy blue stroller’s rubber grips. The librarian, Mrs.Cook, was standing at her desk because my mom called the night before to ask to talk to her the following morning. I was standing next to my mom now. Mom offered to pay for the damaged book and Mrs.Cook refused and said that there was a second copy of The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog by Mo Willems so there was no need for another. The punishment for Letti was about to begin. Letti had to give her favorite book, Big Bear, Little Bear by David Bedford, to the school library to keep forever and The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog was not going to be kept by Lett it …show more content…
My entire family has fun all day because it is a Saturday. Evening rolled around and it was time for gifts. I wanted to give Letti her gift first. I held the gift in my hand as my fingers fidget around. My pulse was rushing, I had butterflies in my stomach. I wondered was this gift a great idea or was it a tragic mistake to get her this old satisfactory book. I looked forward and did not move. I thought absolutely nothing as I stood there. A voice brought me back to reality. I calmly walked over to the chair Letti was sitting in and handed her the gift. She quickly teared off the wrapping paper with excitement. The book appeared to her and I was standing right behind her. Her smile grew even bigger. She loved the gift. I sighed in relief that she loved the gift. Letti animatedly started talking about the book and how she loved it. I then smiled after I knew it was a great choice in gifts. The moment right there was when I knew I gave a spectacular gif that would never be

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