Sophie’s Masterpiece is written by Eileen Spinelli, illustrated by Jane Dyer and read by CCH Pounder. Sophie’s no ordinary house spider. She’s an artist; and every web she spins is more wondrous than before. But don’t mention that to the guests at Beekman’s Boardinghouse, because they don’t like spiders…
Hello, welcome to Storyline online brought to you by the Screen Actors Guild Foundation. I’m CCH pounder. And today I’ve reading Sophie’s masterpiece by eyelids Spinelli. The illustrations are by Jane dire. It’s a spider’s tail. Sophie was no ordinary house spider. Sophie was an artist. She spider webs more wondrous than anyone had ever seen. Her playmates called her incredible. Her mama was proud. Someday they said, she’s going to spin it. When suddenly arrived at the age, when a young spider must strike out on her own, she moved to demons and supporting. The first thing she did was to look around. She saw dark green walls, faded rugs, an old window shades. Place, cried out for her talents. Sophie sent to work. First project. We’ve a web of curtains for pigments, front parlor. Day after day. She wizard along lending a golden kind of a sudden. One day, a landlady noticed her. Screen. Now is S0, S1 and a selfie with a dust rag. Sophie knew when she wasn’t what she’s scan but across the wall and up the stairs into the tugboat captains class. When she finally settled down, she looked around and saw nothing but gray, gray shirts, ray paths. Captain need. Sophie decided something bright, blue sky. She began to Smith patiently. Sleeve color. One day, a tugboat captain card, Soviet work. He scratched aspire that many climbed onto the window, sell out to the roof. Sophie did not want anyone falling off the roof on her account. She scuttled out of the closet, down the hall and into the cooks bedroom slippers. Cooks bedroom slippers were patched and dirty. Speak Vietnam after a rest a bit. Now sooner had Sophie snuggle into the toe than she was big. Floor. Was it an earthquake? No. It was Koch who had shaken Sophie out, scout out the Catholic spider. Sophie’s feelings were hurt with great dignity. She journeyed across the rug and under the cooks door. She made the long, long climb up the steep stairs to the third floor, where a young woman lived. Weirdly. Sophie slipped into the young woman’s basket. By this time, many spider years have passed. Sophie was older. She only had energy to spin a few small things for herself. A tiny rows Patrick case for your pillow. Eight colorful sons to keep your legs warn. Mostly. Just slapped. Then one day, a young woman discovered Sophie tears. She knew she did not have the strength or any journeys. With the young woman did not SWOT Sophie with a dust Rang. She did not climb on the roof. She did not say that Sophie was simply smile. And without disturbing Sophie, in the least, the young woman picked up her needle yarn. Sophie watched as a young woman day after day, right? So, young woman who was going to have a baby. After the proof finished, the young woman visit a baby sweat. And they either has gone. Young woman did not have enough money to buy yarn for a baby blanket. Never mind. The landlady said, there’s an all brown quilt and the how ya baby can use that. Sophie had seen that coiled. It was scratchy and drab, not fit for a baby. Sophie knew the answer. She had spent the blanket herself. In her younger days. This would not have been a problem. Soviet growth, frail and weak. Baby was to any day. Survey complete blanket time. She climbed out of the yarn Basket. She traveled to the wide window sill, strands of bone like valid x. I’ll leave those strands into the baby’s blank. Such starlight to Sophie began as she spark, new ideas came to her. She work them into the blanket. Snippets of fragrant pine, wisps of nighttime, lullabies, playful snowflakes. So piece been without blinking or eating or sleeping. She was never more exhausted or determined. On and on she spoke. She was down to the furthest corner of the blanket. She heard the cry of the young woman’s Newport baby. Other than furthest corner, is where self you both into the black area. At night as the young woman who’s about to cover her infant alarmed ladies. Something on the windows. It was a plank. So beautiful as to the young woman knew this was no ordinary black. She placed it with love and mater, mater route as the baby went to sleep with her hand upon the little spiders. Mass spinning. Centuries past. The (As provided by SchoolTube video transcript.)
Suggested Grade Level: 1-3
The standards listed below are for the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grades but can easily be modified for other grades.
CCSS.SL.1.1, CCSS.SL.2.1, CCSS.SL.3.1, CCSS.SL.1.2, CCSS.SL.2.2, CCSS.SL.3.2, CCSS.RL.1.6, CCSS.RL.2.6, CCSS.RL.3.6, CCSS.RL.1.1, CCSS.RL.2.1, CCSS.RL.3.1, CCSS.W.1.1, CCSS.W.2.1, CCSS.W.3.1
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