You Can Do It, Sam (written by Amy Hest)

You can do it, Sam

It happened one winter morning on Plum street.... and the moon was still up, making moonbeams and shadows on Plum Street.

In the little white house, Mrs. Bear and Sam were baking cakes. They stirred with big spoons, swirling and tasting batter. They peeked in the oven at the two rows of cakes. Golden-brown cakes for their friends on Plum Street!

"Come on, cakes," whispered Sam. "I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!"

Mrs. Bear and Sam waited for cakes. "Now can we go, Mama? Now?" Said Sam.

"Soon," Mrs. Bear said. "Soon, Sam."

They waited.... and waited.... and then at last, Mrs. Bear sniffed the air with her nose in the air and said, "I believe our cakes are ready."

Mrs. Bear and Sam counted cakes, and there were twelve. They tucked them in bags, and thare were twelve red bags.

Outside, Snow tumbled on the house and sprinkled the trees.

It powdered the yard and Mrs. Bear's truck. Mrs. Bear's truck. Mrs. Bear and Sam climbed up in the truck that was green.

They bumped along in the early light. Just the two of them on Plum Street, uphill and down, up and down to the very end of Plum Street.

"Our friends will love my cakes," Sam told his mama.

"Of course," Mrs. Bear said.

Mrs. Bear pulled up close to the first sleepy house. "Here we are, Sam. I'll wait here and YOU take the cake."

"All by myself?" whispered Sam.

"Go, go, go!" Mrs. Bear put her arm around Sam. "You can do it, Sam."

And off he went. All by himself in the new snow. All by himself, waving a red bag and waving to Mrs. Bear. All by himself, taking cake to their friends.

Sam left the red bag at the door. (The sign on the bag said: A TASTY SURPRISE.)

Then he ran back to the truck, where his mama was waiting.

"I did it!" Said Sam.

"Of course," Mrs. Bear said.

Mrs. Bear and Sam bummed along. Just the two of them, uphill and down, up and down. At each sleepy house, Mrs. Bear stopped the truck. She put her arm around Sam.

"Here I go!" whispered Sam.

"Go, go, go!" Mrs. Bear said.

And off he went, making tracks in the new snow. Waving a red bag and waving to Mrs. Bear. Leaving one tasty cake at each sleepy door.

All by himself...

Until they got home. (There were TWO cakes left in TWO red bags!)

"Mmmm," said Mrs. Bear.

"For us?" whispered Sam.

"Of course," Mrs. Bear said.

Mrs. Bear and Sam held hands on the path to the little white house.... and the sun was just sunning up the little white house.

"Hello, house," said Sam, and they went inside, kicking snow off their boots.

Mrs. Bear poured cocoa in cups and they wriggled their toes in flat socks, enjoying their cakes with cocoa. As their bellies filled up, they took turns telling stories. Stories about a bear called Sam who takes cakes (all by himself!) To his friends.... and they all love his cakes so much!

And that's what happened. One winter morning on Plum Street.

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The end. I hope you enjoyed this book!

This book was written by Amy Hest. Not me.

Until next time humans! Bye!