If you know the story by Judith Viorst, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, you will understand my delight when I found it on the library book shelf in my new school. Hooray! Something I know!
When I read it to the class, I wondered if they would understand the humor when he is having such a bad day he just wants to move to Australia. Well . . . the story has been "Aussie-fied."
When all he finds in his breakfast cereal box is breakfast cereal, he announces, "I think I'll move to Timbuktu!" He still leaves out 16 during counting time, but he exclaims after his ex-best friend, "I hope the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in Timbuktu." Then, his mother takes him to the dentist, remember? But this time it's "Mum." There is kissing on TV, and of course he hates kissing. There are not limas for dinner, though. Instead, there were beans for dinner, and he hates beans. He still has to wear his railroad-train pyjamas, and he still bites his tongue. But, "Mum says some days are like that. Even in Timbuktu."
Needless to say, I was entertained, and the children understood how poor Alexander felt since we've ALL had a day like his somewhere at some time. People are people, whether in Australia, Albany, or Timbuktu.
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