Not My Pies!
Practice Words
Words featuring the 'ie' vowel team, making /iΛ/ as in 'grief' or /aΙͺ/ as in 'tie'.
Tom bakes the best pies in town. His bread is gold and brown. Kids line up to grab a slice. Tom thinks life is nice.
Brutes come out at night. Jill and Mage make guards to fight. But one day Tom feels such grief. Smashed bits! The work of a thief?
Mage makes new guards the same day. Tom won't rest, can't play. 'How do brutes creep in?' Tom cries. 'They spawn in the dark,' Doc sighs.
Tom lies in bed, stiff with fright. Brutes creep slow through the night. 'Not my shop!' Tom cries low. 'Brutes, please, please just go!'
Boom! Red flames fill the sky. Tom runs out with a cry. 'Not my shop!' Tom cries. 'I'm off! I'll pack my pies!'
Jill says, 'Tom, please don't leave! No more pies would make us grieve!' 'Then let's build a wall!' Tom cries. 'A big stone wall to guard my pies!'
Next day, friends come one and all. Stones stack up to make the wall. Up it goes, a great stone shield. No thief will cross this field!
Tom's new shop is grand and bright. Jill's red buds glow in the light. Tom throws back his head and laughs with pride. 'Our pies are safe inside!'