Fourth Grade
Worksheets
The Rules of the Game
"He shoots! He scores!" shouted Nate as he skated away from the goal on the small homemade rink. He waved his arms in the air as if he had just scored the winning goal for an Olympic medal.
"It's my turn now," said Jim as he moved out of the goal area.
"I was hoping you would let me practice a little bit longer," said Nate as he neatly chopped his hockey stick from side to side, moving the captured puck back and forth.
"You can, but only after I get a chance. Remember what happened last time?" asked Jim. "You conveniently ran out of time to play when it was finally my turn to shoot the puck."
Nate's red cheeks turned a little bit redder.
"That wasn't my fault," he said, but they both knew it wasn't true. Nate just hated having to be the goalie.
Nate reluctantly took his place at the goal. It wasn't a proper goal with a net and all, just a couple of bricks frozen into the ice to mark the front corners.
Jim skated around the small rink for a few minutes and then circled around to the goal. The puck was nestled into the curve of the blade. Nate held his stick ready to block. Jim made a quick feinting move and slipped the puck neatly past his friend into the goal.
Jim held up his stick to indicate victory and circled around with a big smile on his face.
