It was a normal dull sunny summer day, Timmy was feeling extremely
bored. He had played with his trucks, his boats, and his guns. He had sung with
his jukebox, but there was no more fun to be found in his room.
“What else is there to do?” Timmy asked Ralf his dog.
“Maybe mom can find some fun things for me to do,” he said, Ralf
barked in approval, wagged his tail and followed Timmy down the winning stair
case.

Timmy rushed down the stairs to look for his mother. She was in
the gallery with baby Rose-Marie.
“What are you doing mom?” asked Timmy.
“I’m reading a magazine,” Timmy’s mother replied. “Do you want
to come and read with me? It is about how to make toys. We can read how to make
stuffed animals, airplanes out of trays, and even a cardboard house. It will be
fun!”
“No!” said Timmy while stumping his feet. “Books aren’t fun. You
can’t take them in the sun, or ride them around the play-ground.

Timmy rushed out the gallery and went to the living room.
“What are you doing Kate?” he asked his big sister. “You look
happy. You must be having fun.”
“Yes! I am. I’m reading a novel. It’s about a beautiful princess in a far
away land,” replied Kate.
“Yuk!” scoffed Timmy,” That’s not fun! Books are silly. Why
don’t you come out and play with me. We can build sand castles, or play hide
and seek.”
“Sorry Timmy, I can’t come out to play now. I like to read books each and
every day. You’ll like them too when you’ve grown up. You’ll see you’ll want to
read books from A to Zee.”
Timmy tip toed and looked into the book. “Yuk! No pictures that can’t be
fun.”

   Timmy left the living room sadly and
went to get his bat and ball.
His father was in the garden; Timmy shouted out loud, “Dad, can we play
bat and ball.”
“No!” said his dad “I have a lot or reading to do.”
“READING!” cried Timmy in an awfully loud wail.
“No-one reads in the garden, on such a hot and sunny day. The sun will
bounce off the pages and get into your eyes!” Timmy exclaimed.
“Yes, Timmy that is true. I’m reading in the shed. I’m reading how to make
the roses bloom.”  

“I
can tell you how flowers bloom,” said Timmy cheekily. “We learned
about it in school. All they need is plenty of water and a lot of sunlight.
Everyone knows that, even Pranky the clown.”
“No,” said dad, “That’s not all. There are weeds and pests and a
lot more things to learn about.        

Timmy sat on the porch, and pouted and sighed.
“What a boring family have I. Everyone loves to read.”

“Timmy,”
shouted grandpa Jimmy. “Come here I have something for you.”
“What is it?” asked Timmy. “Is it something special? Could it be
a horse? Maybe it is a toy airplane, or a giant Ice cream cone?”
“No,” said Grandpa Jimmy. “It’s better than all that.”

“What is it?” asked Timmy, “I’m very anxious now!”
“Come and sit beside me,” Grandpa Jimmy said to him.
Timmy’s grandpa read to him, and he enjoyed it very much.
They read about a foolish emperor; who walked about without clothes, and then
about as king who could turn everything he touched into gold.

Timmy and Grandpa Jimmy laughed and giggled and didn’t want to
stop.
“Grandpa,” called Timmy “Can I read my own books now?”
“Yes,” said Grandpa Jimmy, “Go and pick which book you want to
read.”

Timmy
went to the library and then took a book. He read it very quickly and then
started to look. He took another and then another and then he just couldn’t
stop.

“Timmy,” called Kate. “Let’s go to the park to walk
the dog. We’ll come back just before dark.”
Timmy was busy, under a pile of books. He was reading about Peter Pan and
Captain Hook.
“This is more fun than running in the sun!” said Timmy.” Sorry
Kate I can’t come, reading books is by far more fun.”

“Timmy,”
called his mom. “Let’s go to the sea shore, and watch the ships set
sail.”
But Timmy was diving in a book. He felt like he was in the Ocean, swimming with
giant Killer Whales.
“No thanks, not today! Take baby Rose-Marie. She’ll love to see the ships
at sea!” Timmy exclaimed.

“Timmy let’s shoot hoops,” shouted his dad from the
garage door.
“I’m busy reading,” replied Timmy, “Shooting hoops will make me
sweaty. I’m reading about “The Elves and the Shoe maker” that is far
much more fun.”

“Timmy
called Grandpa Jimmy, let’s go buy ice cream.”
“No, thanks,” said Timmy. I’m reading about Hannibal the cannibal and
do you know what?”
“What Timmy?” asked Grandpa Jimmy.
“I like to read.”