Jane read Beezus and Ramona by Beverly Cleary with Mrs. Woods during Jane's one-on-one guided reading instruction during Enrichment Support. Inspired by Chapter 2, Beezus and Her Imagination, Mrs. Woods assigned Jane four drawings of imaginary creatures. Jane drew Blanaahana as well as several other creatures.
Next, Mrs. Woods contacted Mrs. Sorce, who taught Enrichment Support for many years and is now retired and said, "I have some specially designed instruction with your name all over it!" Mrs. Sorce agreed to come and help bring Jane's Blanaahana to life.
Enjoy these photographs documenting Jane's sewing her creature the Blanaahana with Mrs. Sorce.
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| Mrs. Sorce and Jane discussing the sewing machine. |
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| Jane sewing her imaginary creature, the Blanaahna. |
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| Mrs. Source, Jane, and Blanaahna |
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| Jane and Blanaahna |
Beezus and Ramona by Beverly Cleary
Chapter 2 Beezus and Her Imagination
"Why Beezus!" she exclaimed. "This is a picture to be proud of!"
"I didn't know whether a dragon should have lollipops down his back or not, but they were fun to paint, " said Beezus.
"Of course he can have lollipops down his back. It's a splendid idea. After all, no one has ever seen a dragon, so no one knows how one should look." Miss Robbins turned to several of the mothers and said, with admiration in her voice, "Here's a girl with real imagination."
Beezus smiled modestly at her toes while the mothers admired her picture.
"We'll tack this in the very center of the wall for next week's classes to see," said Miss Robbins.
"It was fun to paint," confided Beezus, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Of course it was," said Miss Robbins, as she carefully placed the picture in the center of the wall. "Didn't I tell you you worked too hard at painting before?"
Beezus nodded. That was the wonderful thing about it, she thought, as she scrubbed out her muffin tins. Her dragon had been fun, while her flying horse had been work. And she had imagination. Maybe not as much as Romona, but real imagination just the same. "Here's a girl with real imagination," Miss Robinson had said.
A girl with real imagination, a girl with real imagination, Beezus thought as she left the building and ran across the park to the said pile. "Come on, Ramona, it's time to go home," she called to her little sister, who was happily sprinkling sand on a sleeping dog. "And let's not forget Ralph!" Good old Ralph.
