We All Can Read: The Supplemental Reader James E.

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The Lady in a Hurry

The following story uses words where the letter y functions as both a vowel and a consonant.

The balmy day was foggy, and the lynx moved against the backdrop of a moody sky. A python slithered gently into a bushy place, and the gypsy with a cymbal made a tiny sound. Hardly had the misty day begun when the poppy flowers and the lonely daisy wildly waved in the dusty gully. The frisky puppy named Lucky was wary of the tiny body of the lady cyclist who had a clammy smell. Yancy was on her way to the gym, but because the road was nasty, she was not able to be speedy. "I will defy the odds and reach the noisy lobby and not be tardy," Yancy did cry. Past the hydrant she cruised and past a puny pony and the office supply store, too. She became dizzy and queasy and greasy and filthy and dingy, but she did rely on her trusty cycle. The lady did arrive on time, but the gym was closed. Yancy had gotten her dates confused.

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The Cyclone Rips Up the Town

The following story uses words where the letter y functions as both a vowel and a consonant.

It was a misty, balmy, moody day. A frisky and shaggy lynx did scurry down a sunny, dusty alley. The lynx was spry as it gently slid past the hydrant. A crazy cyclone had wildly blown in town. The gym was gone as was the shady cypress tree by the gully. Our roof was now leaky, and that fact was not funny. I felt queasy; I heard a baby cry to his mommy as she did carry the baby to the lobby. The army and the navy sent burly men to help. The town was glad to have these husky men on duty. They were not shy, and I will not deny that they did fly about in a dizzy rush. The town came to rely on these noisy, bulky, dusty men who did supply us with a pantry that wasnt fancy. Those men became a symbol for us. In fact a myth began to grow about them. I can hardly explain how handy they were to all of us. One lady said she would marry one of those men. Now that thought is truly crazy.