No One Likes a Fart by Zoe Foster Blake
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I'm Brian Stanley. I'll be reading. No one likes a fart by Zoe Foster Blake Fart slipped out silently invisibly when no one was paying attention. Fart was so excited to see the Big Big World and make some very best friends. Where would he even begin? Fart looked around his new home. Oh, do you have to, Jeff? Dad, that smells so gross. If you were stuck in there, you'd want to get out to Oh, dear. Fart thought a gross smell doesn't seem very good. I should probably go fart floated off through the house. He peeked through a door and saw a boy and a Roli Poli brown dog having fun. These will be my first very best friends. He glided over to the boy, Smiling widely, the boy sniffed. He sniffed again. He scrunched up his face. He looked at the dog chops, You stinker! Take your butt trumpet out of here. What a very bad dog. Thought fart. The boy turned a fan on fart was washed and swooshed right out the window. Probably not a bad thing. Thought fart once he stopped spinning. They seem to be dealing with some kind of awful smell in that house. Farts sailed through the warm afternoon air enjoying the sweet fragrances nearby. What a beautiful world. It waas! How lucky he felt to have arrived. Life was really wonderful. Fart gleefully whistled his way down the street. He saw a mother pushing a stroller. A baby thought fart. Could this be my first very best friend? Uh, Amanda. Daddy can deal with this one. Suddenly the mother jogged off, sending fart out of the stroller in a swirl. Never mind thought fart. The world is full of friends. Fart sailed on until he reached a big, busy road. It smelled like car exhaust and fishy cooking oil and smog. What paradise he thought as a noisy blue bus pulled up bus thought fart. Happily, What could be more fun than riding on a bus, seeing the world and making some very best friends. But before he could get on, the bus zoomed off. Okay? Fart waited at the bus stop with a wrinkled, crinkled old man and two girls chewing gum. They didn't, Seamus. Happy as they should be, considering there was a bus ride ahead. Uh, someone's been cooking air biscuits. I bet it was fart Simpson over there. An air biscuit Sounds delicious. Thought fart. But the old man didn't seem to think so. When the next bus arrived, Fart rushed on. As soon as the doors opened, three boys were laughing loudly and having a really best friend. Time, bro. Did you let one rip? That's gross. You don't fart on the bus fart happily moved in closer. Oh, boy. This is gonna be great. Fart. Thought I can be a bro. No way, bro. That's your but breath burning our nostrils. What do you mean? For breakfast, bro? 20 farts You? The boys laughed and laughed. Farts. Heart broke into big, medium and small pieces. It was him. He was the horrible, terrible smell. He was embarrassing and disgusting. He would never, ever find a very best friend. Fart wafted off the bus at the next stop. He floated toward a little cafe. Thes people look happy. Fart thought as he pushed his face against the glass. Surely just one of them would be his friend. Fart slipped under the door. What's that smell? Honestly, Gavin, What is that? Yuck Farts. Sweet hopeful. Little hearts sank. They thought he was repulsive. They didn't want to be his friend either. No one did. I give up thought fart. I'm kind and friendly, and I'd make a wonderful, very best friend. But no one will give me a chance. Fart slipped out a window and into a dark, grimy alley. It smelled like cat pee and rotting fish guts and old shrimp. But not even his favorite smells could cheer him up. This would be his home. He couldn't discussed anyone back here. Suddenly, a man and woman carrying garbage bags came outside An enormous roar escaped the woman's mouth. Uh huh. Fart was fascinated. What was that? Well, that's the grossest thing I've smelled all week. Better out than in fart. Noticed a small purple cloud hiding in the shadows, sobbing quietly. He floated slowly over to burp. She smelled like onions and old cheese and dirty socks. She was beautiful, but Burt pulled away. Am I really that horrible? Far thought about all the times people had been disgusted by him. But then he smiled. Not at all. Your lovely They just don't get it. Bir blushed. Lovely may Oh, thank you. You are too. They both grinned. Fart had found a very best friend and she smelled gross and horrible and yucky and very disgusting. Fart could not have been happier