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The Red Well-Read Reader

Story 14

Grand Band

The vi•o•lin•ist fixed his music on his stand ; the pi•an•ist sat

ready at her Baby Grand ; the maestro raised his wand in his

hand - and then, on cue, the band played in such a way that

tears flowed from every lach•ry•mal gland.

But the ap•plause was anything but bland. And all agreed that this band sounded

grand and played as well as any other band in the entire land.

Story 15

Fang Sics the Gang

Rita couldn't sleep: the screen door went whang bang ; pots 'n' pans went

cling clang; and silverware, ting tang. Now and again the phone rang. Outside, a

flock of geese honked yang, yang. And last and loudest, a trash gang yelled crass

slang.

At her wit's end, Rita cried, "Sic 'em, Fang! And in a flash, her dog sprang

spang into that terrified trash gang !

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