Paws Off the Ball!
Practice Words
Two-syllable words where 'es' is added to form plurals, creating an extra syllable.
Coach Vic stands on his porch and watches us race up the path. Dog stretches out in the grass below. 'I have something cool to show you,' he says. 'Meet me in the yard after school!' What could it be?
Vic sits by a big trunk and reaches inside. Behind him, the wall is covered in awards. The shelves below are packed with cups and medals. A heap of shiny riches. Dog and the rest of us crowd in to watch. What Vic pulls from that trunk must be good.
Vic reaches in and lifts a big white ball. 'This is a game I loved when I was young,' he says. 'Now I will teach you all how to play!' Hands shoot up, and every kid wishes to touch that ball.
Vic pulls a small model of a ball court from one of his boxes and sets it on the table. It has a tiny net and little players on each side. 'You split into two teams,' he says. 'Then you hit the ball back and forth over the net. The team that wins the most matches is the best!'
Vic holds up three sketches. One player reaches high, one crouches low, and one pushes the ball while the team watches. 'If the ball lands where you want, you score,' Vic says. 'But no feet!'
Vic holds up a map of the court. A dashed line shows the ball curving to a spot where no one stands. 'Aim for the gaps,' he says. 'Hit it where the other team misses. That is how you win!' He rolls up the map and tucks it into one of his boxes.
Dog flips a big stack of pictures on the floor. The top one shows a player diving across the sand to reach a ball. People play this game on beaches all over the world. Dog wishes he could run across that sand and chase the ball!
Vic stretches a big map across the floor and points to spots all over the world. 'You do not need a fancy court,' he says. 'Just a net and a patch of flat grass!' Dog rolls on his back nearby. The kid in glasses watches him and grins.
Tim looks up at Vic with a shy smile. 'What if I am no good?' he asks. Vic reaches down and pats Tim on the head. 'You do not have to be the best. Just get out there and try!' Dog watches from Tim's side, tail wagging, as if to say, 'You can do it!'
Coach Vic marches out to the yard, and we all follow in a line. Dog trots along at the back as his ears bounce. Vic teaches us how to hit, pass, and serve. He smashes the ball so hard it sails across the yard. Our classes have begun!
We spread out by the net and start to practise. One kid tosses the ball up, and a friend reaches high to send it over. Dog crouches in the middle and watches the ball fly. He looks ready to snatch it if it drops!
Dog hugs the big ball in his paws and pushes his nose right into it. That toy is almost as big as he is! I think Dog wishes he could play too. But how high can one small dog punt a ball?