Tea Time for Sam is a story for Reception adn Year 1/P1-2 for guided and independant reading. This book is part of Story Street. RRNN Book Band.
But, in view of the use to which it would be put, Sam wanted to make sure that no one saw him do it. Robert was standing in his cell one teatime when Sam hurried in. Quickly, he thrust a rag-wrapped bundle into his hands and hurried out ...
It was getting on for teatime and Sam thought he'd better make a good impression with his aunt and uncle; he called into the village mini mart and bought a bottle of sweet sherry for his aunt and a four pack of Guinness for his uncle ...
Sam looked at his watch. 'All right,' he said. 'All right. I'll see you a bit later then. About teatime.' 'Whatever.' Sam terminated the call and pocketed the mobile. Mel had been keeping half an eye on him. She broke off from whatever ...
He and Sam seemed to exist in worlds that ran parallel and never bisected, like ghosts from different eras haunting a single house. ... Eventually, Sam forgot it was there. ... 'I'll be back by teatime,' said Sam. Jamie looked away.
Sam obliged her and wheeled the bike out – with its saddle back to front. 'What rotten sod did this! ... MrHalford must haveheard the commotion, for he cameout into the yard–oritmight have beenhis teatime. 'What's the matter, Sam?
Larry turned away from Sam and scratched his chin to think about it. 'Well . ... By now Sam had curled himself into a small ball and hutched himself halfway to the bottom of the stairs. ... 'But I'll make sure he's gone by teatime.' Sam ...
Sam turned at the door, hesitating, wanting to say something, but deciding against it. 'Mind how you drive, especially on the Motorway. Oh, and love to your sister.' He nodded, grabbed his coat and left. Sam didn't like Motorway driving ...
Sam: Such goings on Sammy! 'The kiss of peace,'says the shepherd, and then he kissed the women all round, and ven he done, the man with the red nose began. I was just a thinkin' whether I hadn't better begin too – 'specially as there ...
The friend, Sam, lived with his family at the time and was at senior school age. The family had lived in the home ... It was around the same time of day as before, it was dark outside and nearly teatime. This time. Sam did not need to ...
Sam hollered back, “Well, maybe I bored her, but she will talk about the cosmos more than one of my greatest heroes, Carl Sagan.” Haifa laughed a bit and said, ... It's about teatime,” Sam said as he jumped down from his rock bench.