HENRY-the-Affable-Monkey. “ Something really really bad! Page 1. It’s wasn’t like losing a game of checkers, or forgetting to wear a coat, or even that you missed baseball practice. Something really really bad, happened. The worst! And it really upset Henry.
Page 2. Henry didn’t like what had happened. Nor, did he like the way that he felt afterward. He had feelings that he had never felt before and it scared him. Henry tried to forget so that maybe, just maybe it would go away. He convinced himself that it didn’t even happen. That it was all a dream- an awful dream. Yeah! That’s what it was, it was all a dream.
Page 3. Henry tried to go about the rest of the day just like he always had. He went home just like the day before., and walked the same route. He did his chores like he normally would- so he wouldn’t miss earning his allowance, he played baseball with his friends, and later he did all his homework. Henry even made time to pick on his little sister, Kelly. He even ate up all her cookies. After all, that what big brothers do! Truth be told, Henry loved being a big brother most of all!
Page 4. In the middle of the night, Henry woke in a pool of sweat with his heart beating really fast. So fast that he thought it might beat clear out his chest! This made Henry afraid, and it caused him to yell out in fear. Henry didn’t understand what was going on and when his dad came in to check on him, Henry just froze. He wanted to yell, but no words came out. He wanted to cry but he was too old to cry.
Page 5. Henry was in the 3rd grade and he told himself that he had to be tough- he had to be a brave soldier like his dad always said. I am brave, I am brave Henry kept telling himself over and over. He was a big brother now and Henry had to be tough.
Page 6. When Henry’s dad heard him yell, he quickly ran to his boy’s rescue. As he entered his son’s room, Henry’s dad saw the fright in his sons eyes, and scooped him up tight. In his best reassuring voice, he whispered into Henry’s ear. “You’re ok, son! It was just a bad dream. Henry? Why don’t you try and go back to sleep.” Without be able to make a sound, Henry just looked up into his dad’s eyes. He secretly wished his dad would hug him like he used to. He remembered that when he did, it made all his bad feelings go away! Sadly, Henry wasn’t a baby anymore...
Page 7. It was all a dream- it was just a bad dream Henry told himself. In one long slow motion, Henry’s dad wiped his son’s forehead with what felt like a towel, and replaced it with a gentle kiss, and got up to walk back out.
At least Henry hoped it was a towel! Henry thought that maybe it was even a sock. Where else would pops have gotten a towel so fast? Come to think of it it did smell like Henry’s sneakers.. Yick, Henry thought.
Page 9. As Henry’s dad was about to disappear in the halls darkness of an all too quiet home, Henry’s dad turned, looked back to a tucked in much smaller version of himself, and softy spoke out to his boy, “Good night son, try and get some rest,” And then in the darkness, Henry tried his best to get to sleep.
Page 10. The morning came sooner than he had hoped. In fact it seemed like he had just finally closed his eyes.. thinking of smelly socks!
Page 11. Something was wrong. Henry woke with his heart beating fast again! And he felt all warm. He must be sick. That’s what it was. He was sick, and it was all a dream just like his dad thought. But it wasn’t.
Page 12. Henry got himself up for breakfast. But instead of his feeling warm, he was also afraid. He took a long pause at the door knob as if he couldn’t quite bring it into focus.
Page 13. Henry was now feeling angry.. he even snapped at Kelly when he found she had finished all the Cheerios. He didn’t even like Cheerios, Henry’s favorite was Apple Jacks.. and there was a full box.
Page 14. Something definitely wasn’t right. Henry wouldn’t even wait for his sister like he always had. He didn’t even help her grab her back-pack.
Page 15. Henry always helped Kelly with her back pack. The fact that he didn’t made Kelly upset.
Page 16. But he always helped me, Kelly thought to herself... This crushed Kelly, and before mom could say a word, Kelly groaned a loud drawn out, “Mom, He....”
Page 17. Just then, mom spoke up, “shhhhh, Kelly. You’re brother didn’t sleep well. He had a bad dream!”
Page 18. Kelly just frowned, and then scowled. “He always helps me,” she said in defiance. I don’t care if he had a bad dream or not. I am Kelly. I am the baby. And I want him to help me. It’s really not what Kelly said, but it’s what everyone thought. Henry always took care of his little sister, it was his self appointed job. This made Momma Monkey concerned. Henry wasn’t himself. Secretly, Henry was Kelly’s world. But, she was the baby and she remained scowling and skulking... all the way to the bus. She was also worried for Henry. She knew Henry wasn’t himself.