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Kelly's Cabin

64 pages
Kelly loves the cabin she has made from a refrigerator box. It has a window with curtains, pictures on the walls, a cabin-sized table and a wonderful view. It sits in the vacant lot next door, transformed into the rugged farm of a pioneer family. Now if only Kelly can find the right person to share it with.
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Linda Smith
with illustrations by Zorica Krasulja
Text copyright ©  Linda Smith Interior illustrations copyright ©  Zorica Krasulja
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Smith, Linda, 1949-
Kelly’s cabin / Linda Smith ; with illustrations by Zorica Krasulja.
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ISBN ---
I. Krasulja, Zorica II. Title. III. Series.
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Summary: Kelly creates a cabin out of a huge cardboard box but has no one to share it with.
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To my nephew Stephen, who once showed me
the special “house” he had as a child. —L.S.
For everyone who’s ever believed in me. —Z.K.
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Kelly drew lines and circles. Ÿen she drew circles and lines. She did it over and over again. She dropped her pencil and threw the paper on the floor. She didn’t want to draw. She didn’t want to do anything. She was bored. “I wish we hadn’t moved,” she said out loud. If they still lived in Calgary, she could ask Amanda to come over, or Star or Rachel. Ÿey could play hide-and-seek or pretend to be spies. Rachel might bring her dog, Dandy. Dandy loved to play tug-of-war with a rag. He would run after sticks for hours. But they’d come to Grande Prairie three weeks ago, at the end of June. Here, there was only Melissa
to play with. And Melissa went to her dad’s on the weekend. Kelly looked out her bedroom window. Sean was riding by on his bike. Sean lived on the next block, like Melissa. He’d been in Melissa’s class last year. Mum said Kelly should talk to him, but Kelly wouldn’t. Melissa said he was mean. Sean biked out of sight. A truck drove up and parked in front of Kelly’s house. Two men opened the back of the truck. One man was tall and had gray hair. Ÿe other was shorter. Ÿey put a huge box on a dolly and wheeled it up the sidewalk. It must be the new fridge Mum and Dad had bought. Kelly stayed where she was. She knew grown-ups didn’t like kids getting in the way when they moved things. But when she saw the men wheel the old fridge out, she left her room. She heard Mum and Dad putting food away in the kitchen. Ÿe empty box was in the living room.
She peeked in it. Ÿe box was so long that it was dark at the other end. She didn’t like the dark. Ÿis end was light, though. She crawled inside. When she reached the middle, she sat down. Her legs didn’t even touch the other side. Ÿe box was as big as a house. Well, it was as big as a playhouse anyway. Kelly’s eyes widened. Ÿis box could be her playhouse! Ÿe front door opened and closed. Heavy feet came into the living room. Kelly felt the box being lifted. She squeaked. Ÿe box dropped. “What was that?” asked a deep voice. “What was what?” Mum said. She must have come into the living room. “Ÿere was a squeak from inside the box. It sounded like a great big rat.” She wasn’t a rat! Kelly stood up. She only had to bend a little. Ÿe box was big and she was small.
She’d been the smallest kid in her class last year. She walked out. “It’s a pretty big rat, all right,” Dad said. He laughed. So did Mum and the two men who’d brought the fridge. Kelly frowned at them. Ÿen she looked at the box. “Can I keep it?” Dad blinked. “What?” “Can I keep the box? It can be my playhouse.” Mum shook her head. “It has to go back to the store.” “Oh,” Kelly said in a small voice. Ÿe tall man cleared his throat. “Well, maybe we could leave it here.” Kelly looked up at him and smiled. He was nice, even if he had called her a rat. “It’s too big for the living room,” Mum said.
“It can go in my room.”
Mum laughed. “Only if we got rid of your bed.”