Natsumi!, by Susan Lendroth
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Reading the book called "Natsumi!" by Susan Lendroth
Hello, everyone. It's mister catcher. I'm reading the show me award nominee for 2021 natsumi by Susan lindorf. Very small girl at sumi did everything in a big way. She jumped high, played hard at slurp noodle, like a sumo wrestler, but not so fast at sumi school to grandmother when they went to the park. Not so hard at sume worn father when she practiced for ninja moves. Not so loud that summit called mother every time her daughter shut a door. Only grandfather smiled. And said nothing. Each year, natsume's village held a festival of traditional Japanese arts and her family spent weeks practicing for it. Wanted to try everything. First she gathered flowers with grandmother who carefully selected each move.
Natsume picked everything. Let's check out any bugs said grandmother, tap, tap, she wrapped it was a couple poems like this slap slap slap. They have some a whipped the bouquet into a cloud of pollen leaves and amps. Not so fast, nothing bad. She's grandmother. In the afternoon, father asked, would you like to help me with the tea ceremony? Yes, that's somebody cried popping down beside him. Father teams were bold toward hot water and whisk the mixture into froth. The color of spring grass, he added tea and water to the second bowl and helped that head and have sumi the whisky. She stirred, she beat. She world or tea into a cyclone. Father white green flecks from his glasses. Not so hard that's sume, he said. Later, natsumi joined mother at the dancer. Girls and women dipped in turn flicking fans open and shut like butterflies. And soon a flicker fan opened and shut open wish check click the harder she flipped the ladder and snapped. Wish click whisk click.
She was a samurai waiting troops to battle with her might the war fan. That's so they flug her arms wide. Once like a rocket, the fan twirled across the room at bounce off misses Tanaka's knee. Sorry, God, that's me. I'm so glad that sume whispered mother. That evening grandfather swamped outside. No matter what I do, something always goes wrong so it's good to me. I'm sure you'll find the right fit if you keep looking and listening, replied grandfather. They stroll toward the village hall. That's who they heard a sound like thunder. Boom. Boom. Boom. The very air seemed to quiver. Come on, grandfather and sume urged. I suppose it is. For the next few weeks, grandfather met the after school every day and brought her home late each afternoon. When mother asked where they had been, at suma replied, it's a surprise.
In Japan, they eat at low tables. Also notice the using chopsticks. On festival day, grandmother's flowers brighten the stage. Father served tea to the mayor and mother danced. When the rest of the family sit down for the closing ceremony, grandfather and atsume disappeared into the crowd. Thank you for joining our celebrations of the mayor. Now we have one final performance. The beginning of a new tradition for our village, our own takeo drummers. Boom. From the eve's boom grandmother felt her sandals vibrate, boom, boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom. Look, father pointed that the smallest drummer on stage. That soon a. Boom, boom boom, boom boom boom boom boom boom. With each beat and that's so many 6 blue faster with each boom she pounded harder. Why don't we do this? How does she want? Add one day, natsu, they hope to be the loudest drummer of them all. All right. This is one of the books you can vote on in March. If you're a marvelous student, I will send you information on how you can vote. Everybody, please have a good day. Remember to mask up.