Nothing Ever Happens...

I read this book to Radley almost every night before bed.  His choice.  But I love it.  He may be a little young to understand the meaning, but with little people, it's all about repetition.  Let's be honest, it's all about repitition with big people as well.  Nothing Ever Happens at the South Pole is a great reminder to "pay attention to your surroudings", as my dad would say.  Also, this penguin very relatable.  I usually feel like that when I write, too. 

 

Nothing Ever Happens at the South Pole

By:  Stan & Jan Berenstain

 

Oh, boy!  The mail! 

The mail has come!

There is mail today,

and I got some!

 

It's a book! 

A book for me!

A book to write in-

now, that's for me!

 

I cannot wait t

to start my book.

Something might happen.

All I have to do is look. 

 

 

It does not matter which

way I go.

Something is sure to happen

in all of this snow.

 

Hey!  Something Happened!

I made a snowball!  Look!

I can write that down

in my new book!

 

 

No!  That is no good-

I made a snowball.  Look.

That is not good for my new book.

 

A giant snowball would be good.

That I could write about-

Yes, I could.

A snowball that wend round and round

and smashed some baddies

to the ground. 

 

But that snow back there

was much to thin

for anything good to happen in. 

 

This snow is thick

and full of lumps.

Lumps like these

would make good jumps!

 

One, two, three, four-

this is really great!

I'll keep jumping-

five, six,  seven, eight-

 

until I've jumped

a hundred jumps

from lump to lump

on all these humps. 

 

I'll write that down.

It will say-

I jumped a hundred

jumps today!

 

No.  I jumped a hundred

jumps today

is not a good enough thing to say. 

 

It might be good

if they were jumps

on some big monsters

with lumpy humps!

 

 

Some big monsters

got in a fight

and rolled around

from day to night.

 

That is something

I would like to write.

Something like that

would be great, all right!

 

But nothing will happen

back there today.

Too many lumps

are in the way. 

 

Now here is really

something to see-

stepping-stones made

of ice for me.

 

A little step here,

a giant step there-

it may be dangerous,

but I don't care!

 

I'll put that down!

I'll write and say-

I did a dangerous thing today. 

 

 

Not bad!  Not bad! 

It is the best yet!

How much more dangerous

can you get?

 

No.  That was not

dangerous enough.

There should be something

BIG and TOUGH!

 

Something big

and something tough

might do something

BIG and ROUGH!

 

Yes, that's it!

I'll look and see

where something really

BIG might be.

 

Say!

That's a pretty big eye

looking at me!

 

Something big

will happen now

when I punch that

big thing's eye--POW!!!

 

That was no eye for me to sock. 

It was just as snail, on a hunk of rock. 

 

This place is nothing

but rocks and snails

that look like

great big eyes of whales. 

 

If a whale that big

had an eye that high

he wouldn't ever

let me get by.

 

He would open his mouth

like a giant cave

and swallow me down

like a giant wave. 

 

A thing like that

would be great to read,

but a thing like that

I do not need!!!

 

I must write SOMETHING!

It's almost night.

There is just one thing

for me to write.

 

It is the only thing

I can say...

NOTHING HAPPENED HERE TODAY. 

 

Nothing ever happens at the

South Pole-

But I will look again tomorrow, anyway!