Download - W hat H appened W hen I T ried to G et W hat I W anted written and illustrated by Cassie Fredendall
After watching each of his three sisters get what they want from their dad, one young boy decides to try it for himself. But his attempt to be charming and sweet instead turns into a disaster.
This amusing story will make all who read it remember exactly why it is that girls can always get what they want.
Cassie Fredendall, currently a student at the University of Dallas in Irving, Texas, grew up in Port Huron, Michigan with her parents, brother and two sisters.
What Happened When I Tried to Get
What I Wantedwritten and illustrated
by Cassie Fredendall
Three Sisters Books § Port Huron, Michigan
Author’s Thank Yous
Special thanks to Ces for the help, to my family for the inspiration and to Dr. Clodfelter for the opportunity.
What Happened When I Tried to Get What I Wanted
Copyright © 2005 by Cassie Fredendall
Published by Three Sisters Books, Inc.
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher, except as provided by USA copyright law.
Text copyright © 2005 Cassie Fredendall
Illustrations copyright © 2005 Cassie Fredendall
Design by Cassie Fredendall
First printing 2005
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 0-12345-678-9
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Fredendall, Cassie.
What happened when I tried to get what I wanted / Cassie Fredendall.
p. cm.
“Three little girls with little blonde curls right in the middle of their foreheads.” That’s what Mom
always says.
Except the youngest has brown hair.
“Your mom taught you girls how to get what you want when
you were young.” That’s what Dad
always says.
“Daaaddy,” the oldest one says in her sweetest voice, “Can I have just one
more cookie? I’ve only had five so far.” She bats her eyes and pinches her
cheeks and smiles real pretty.
“Can I stay up and watch just one more show with you? I
promise I won’t be tired in the morning.” She bats her eyes and pinches her cheeks and
smiles real pretty.
“Daaaddy,” the youngest one says in her sweetest voice, “Can I go to work with you tomorrow? I promise I won’t
touch the copy machine unless you say so.” She bats her eyes and pinches her
cheeks and smiles real pretty.
So one day I decide to try.
“Da-a-a-d-dy,” I say in my sweetest voice (which is more squeaky than sweet), “Can I have another
cookie and can I stay up late and watch TV and can I go to work with you tomorrow and play with the phones and sit at your desk and watch you use all
your tools?” I bat my eyes (which is kind of awkward) and pinch my cheeks (which kind of
hurts) and smile my prettiest smile (which is not very pretty).
“Your mom taught you girls how to get what you want when you were young.” That’s what Dad
always says.