Wanda the Worrier

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Wanda is a young girl who is adjusting to life with divorced parents. She has many worries that weigh her down. She finds a way to solve her troubles by enlisting the help of Wombat who has unique talents to get rid of her worries.

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Wanda the Worrier

By Ellen LaBreck

Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda

Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.

The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda

Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.

Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda

Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.

Wanda the Worrier

By Ellen LaBreck

Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda

Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.

The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda

Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.

Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda

Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.

Wanda the Worrier
By Ellen LaBreck
 
Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda
 
Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.
 
The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda
 
Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.
 
Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda
 
Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.
Wanda the Worrier
By Ellen LaBreck
 
Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda
 
Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.
 
The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda
 
Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.
 
Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda
 
Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.
Wanda the Worrier
By Ellen LaBreck
 
Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda
 
Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.
 
The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda
 
Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.
 
Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda
 
Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.
Wanda the Worrier
By Ellen LaBreck
 
Wanda was walking home from school on Tuesday worrying about her spelling test, about her math homework, and about Billy Bunkle making faces at her in reading group. Wanda was a worrier she worried and worried and worried about everything.   Wanda also worried about her parents.  She thought about her mother who worked so many hours and how Dada’s car kept breaking. 
“I was so embarrassed yesterday,” Wanda thought, “when Dada’s car broke down on the way to school and all the cars behind us kept honking and honking.”  “Then Momma missed my school music performance last week because she had to work,” Wanda sighed. 
Wanda’s parents were divorced you see so things were different now. Her parents live in different houses. Wanda had two bedrooms one at Dada’s and one at Momma’s.  Wanda was always forgetting something at Dada’s.  “Last week I forgot my boots,” Wanda thought, “I had to sit in the classroom at recess because there were too many puddles on the playground.” 
Wanda was walking and worrying until she got to the Spencer Farm then she stopped and leaned on the fence.  She knew all the animals by name and what they liked to eat.  Wanda and her mother used to feed the animals hay and grain on Tuesdays. “I wish I could still feed the animals but Momma is working now so we can’t.” sighed Wanda.
Wanda continued to walk home and worry.  She thought about missing Nana and Grampa because they were going to Florida until May.  Wanda worried that she would miss them terribly.  
As Wanda walked she worried and worried about all these things.  She just didn’t know what to do about her worries.  As she walked by the park she had an idea. 
“What if I write letters to everyone about my worries, thought Wanda, then they will know what is seriously on my mind.”  Wanda found a picnic table under a big tree and then sat down and pulled out her pencil and notebook and began to write. The first letter went to Momma. 
Dear Momma, I want to tell you about my worries.  I worry about how much you work and you cannot go to my school performances. And, that we can’t feed the animals anymore at the Spencer Farm.  It makes me sad. I am going to write another letter to your boss so he can see how much it bothers me when you have to work long hours.  Love, Wanda
 
Wanda then wrote to Momma’s boss,
Dear Mr. McGreedy, My name is Wanda and my mother works very hard for you.  I worry a lot that she works such long hours that she misses events at my school and it makes me sad.  Could you please have Momma work fewer hours and let her see my performances at school, Thank you, Wanda.
 
The next letter Wanda addressed to Dada.
Dear Dada, I am writing to you to tell you about my worries.  I worry about being embarrassed when your car breaks down on the road.  And, when I forget things at your house. I don’t like having two houses.  Love Wanda
 
Nana’s letter was next,
Dear Nana, I worry that when you go to Florida I will miss you so much because you always help me with my homework and bake me cookies. I don’t want to have a new babysitter who won’t be as nice as you are. Love, Wanda.
 
Then Wanda wrote to her teacher Mrs. Walton,
Dear Mrs. Walton, I wanted you to know that I worry about lots of things like Billy Bunkle who makes faces at me.  I also worry sometimes about my schoolwork.  I am worried about the math test and the spelling test that we are having next week. 
Thank you, Wanda
 
Wanda then folded the letters and addressed them and sealed them with tape from her backpack.  Wanda put the letters away and thought, “I must find a mailbox.”
Wanda left the park and continued to walk home.  Down the road she came to a big apple tree and on the corner was mailbox with the back and sides of it falling off.  Wanda grabbed an apple and went over to the mailbox.  “I wonder if I can fix this mailbox so I can mail my letters,” thought Wanda.
Wanda pushed on the side panel of the mailbox until it opened. Inside she saw gears tubes, and wires. “That’s weird,” she thought, “ There are strange things inside this mailbox.”  
Then she heard a loud noise. “Burp” “What was that?” asked Wanda.  She heard it again “burp” “burp.”   “I know I heard something,” thought Wanda.  She looked around and it sounded like it came from the mailbox. It burped again…this time a really big BURP. Wanda said, “EXCUSE ME!”
 “What?” said the Box.  
“You’re supposed to say EXCUSE ME when you burp,” exclaimed Wanda.
 “Well pardon me,” said the Box. 
 “What are you?” asked Wanda 
 “Why I am Wombat the Worry Machine,” said Wombat, “I see you have an awful lot of worries for such a little girl.”  
“You know I can help you with your worries but first you have to put me back together,” answered Wombat.
“How?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to plug in my tubes and connect my wires,” said Wombat.
Wanda got to work and plugged in all the tubes but she had trouble with the wires.  Wombat told her to follow the diagram on the door.  Wanda picked up the door and found the diagram.  She than matched the wires to the diagram and hooked them into the mailbox.
“What’s next.” asked Wanda.
“Now pick up the panels and fit them on the side and back of me,” said Wombat.
Wanda struggled with the panels and eventually she got them to fit back on the box. 
 “Now open my letter slot,” said Wombat, “and make sure it works.” 
 Wanda opened and closed the slot several times until it stopped squeaking. 
“Wombat I finished putting you back together so how can you help me?” asked Wanda. 
“Well first you have to want to give up your worries,” said Wombat.
 “But what will happen to my worries if I give them up?” asked Wanda.  
  Wombat answered, “They will go through a reassignment procedure."
 “Will it hurt?” asked Wanda.
 “No no no it won’t hurt the worries or your brain,” said Wombat. “In fact your brain will feel relieved and light as a feather.” 
 “Truly?” asked Wanda. 
 “Truly!” answered Wombat.  
“First we need to get those letters into my box.” Wombat said.  Wanda put her letters into the slot. 
“Now stand back,” yelled Wombat, “while I reassign these worries." “It will be a bit noisy so cover your ears.”  “Once the worries are assigned the memories will move to the heart and minds of everyone in your letters.” answered Wombat.
The mail slot slammed shut and screeched.  “ This is the noisy part,” said Wombat “ I am getting the letters to give up the worries.”  
Suddenly a bubble came out of the mail slot with writing on it. “That is your big worry about your parents divorce and see it has a reassignment number on it, which according to my chart that worry is assigned to your parents.” Wombat said.   The bubbles containing the letters to Momma and Dada floated out of the box and disappeared into the clouds. The mailbox was finished with that worry.
Another bubble popped out of the mailbox it was the one about Nana going to Florida.  The same thing happened.  The bubble had a number on it that Wombat checked against his reassignment chart.  Wombat assigned that worry to Nana and Grampy. The bubble containing the worry letter floated up to the clouds.  The next worry bubble that popped out was about Dada’s car.  Wombat quickly assigned that worry to Dada.  Wanda’s worry about Momma’s long hours popped out next.  According to the reassignment chart that worry belonged to Momma and her boss.  The worry floated up to the clouds and disappeared like the others.  Wanda was so busy watching the worry bubbles that she did not realize how the worries were escaping from her thoughts. Billy Bunkle and his creepy faces popped out next. Wombat assigned that to Wanda’s teacher Miss Walton. 
“Wombat was right my worries have disappeared from my mind!” exclaimed Wanda. “There is only one worry left.” 
The last worry that popped out was Wanda’s spelling and math tests.   This bubble did not have a reassignment number on it. 
“This worry is for you Wanda,” said Wombat, “It is just the right size worry for a little girl.” 
The bubble landed on Wanda’s head and popped but the worry did not disappear like the others.  Wanda remembered her spelling and math tests.   Wanda smiled she was happy to have at least one worry because after all she was Wanda the Worrier.


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