Third Grade
Worksheets
Memorial Flags, Part 1
"Are those the flags?" asked Dylan.
His father carried the large cardboard box into the house and put it on a wooden kitchen chair. Dylan came around to the side to get a good look at the box's contents.
Mr. Jackson slit the tape with his pocket knife and then opened up the box flaps. Neatly stacked inside were five hundred small American flags on wooden dowels.
"Wow," breathed Dylan, "that's a lot of flags. It will take forever to put those out. Won't it?"
Mr. Jackson smiled. "No, if our whole troop turns out tomorrow morning, we should easily be done by noon."
The next morning Dylan's Boy Scout troop met at the largest cemetery in their town. They gathered in a large parking area near a mausoleum.
Many tall trees were scattered throughout the area. They were covered with small leaves that would soon grow to their full size. By summer they would cover the ground with cool, deep shade. High in one of the trees, a cardinal sang, letting all the other birds know that this was his territory. The boy looked for the bird's bright red plumage, but the bird was well hidden.
Dylan liked the cemetery. He thought it might be a little bit scary at night, but during the day it was a nice place. Evidently others thought it was nice, too. A couple walked their dog a short distance away.
