George and Martha
George and Martha George and Martha Five stories about two great friends Story number one: Split Pea Soup Martha was very fond of making split pea soup. Sometimes she made it all day long. Pots and pots of split pea soup. If there was one thing that George was not fond of, it was split pea soup. As a matter of fact, George hated split pea soup more than anything else in the world. But it was so hard to tell Martha. One day after George had eaten ten bowls of Martha's soup, h
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George and Martha
George and Martha
Five stories about two great friends
Story number one: Split Pea Soup
Martha was very fond of making split pea soup.
Sometimes she made it all day long.
Pots and pots of split pea soup.
If there was one thing that George was not fond of, it was split pea soup.
As a matter of fact, George hated split pea soup more than anything else in the world.
But it was so hard to tell Martha.
One day after George had eaten ten bowls of Martha's soup,
he said to himself, “I just can't stand another bowl.
Not even another spoonful.”
So, while Martha was out in the kitchen,
George carefully poured the rest of his soup into his loafers under the table.
“Now she will think I have eaten it.”
But Martha was watching from the kitchen.
“How do you expect to walk home with your loafers full of split pea soup?” she asked George.
“Oh dear,” said George. “You saw me.”
“And why didn't you tell me that you hate my split pea soup?”
“I didn't want to hurt your feelings,” said George.
“That's silly,” said Martha.
“Friends should always tell each other the truth.
As a matter of fact, I don't like split pea soup very much myself.
I only like to make it.
From now on, you'll never have to eat that awful soup again.”
“What a relief!” George sighed.
“Would you like some chocolate chip cookies instead?” asked Martha.
“Oh, that would be lovely,” said George.
“Then you shall have them,” said his friend.
Story number two: The Flying Machine
“I'm going to be the first of my species to fly!” said George.
“Then why aren't you flying?” asked Martha.
“It seems to me that you are still on the ground.”
“You are right,” said George.
“I don't seem to be going anywhere at all.”
“Maybe the basket is too heavy,” said Martha.
“Yes,” said George, “I think you are right again.
Maybe if I climb out, the basket will be lighter.”
“Oh dear!” cried George. “Now what have I done?
There goes my flying machine!”
“That's all right,” said Martha.
“I would rather have you down here with me.”
The Tub Story number three
