I'm Christian Slater and today I'm going to read "The Coal Thief" written by Alane Adams

and illustrated by Lauren Gallegos.

One morning, Georgie went into the kitchen.

He poked around the potbellied stove, hoping to find a stray lump of coal.

"Don't bother, Georgie," Mamma said, "there's been no coal for three days."

"But I'm cold."

He shivered in the icy kitchen.

"Put your coat on."

Georgie took his coat down from the hook."When's papa coming home?"

"he's fixing a broken rail line. He should be home for supper."

Just then the door burst open, and his friend Harley rushed in.

"Grab your boots, Georgie, We're going on an adventure."

Georgie hurried to put on his boots.

"Where are we going?"

"Train's coming."

"Aw, Harley, trains come every day."

"Not this train.

Come on, we don't want to miss it."

Harely had a wheelbarrow out front.

They started walking down the road.

Georgie had a lot of questions.

"What's the wheelbarrow for?" he asked.

"It's a surprise.

The train's carrying something special."

Georgie's heart beat faster.

"Where's it coming from?"

"Virginia." Georgie frowned.

"What's in Virginia?"

"Black gold.

Hurry up.

We don't have much time."

Geogie trotted to keep up with Harley.

They walked to the train depot at the edge of town.

"Is this where the black gold is?"

Georgie asked.

"Quiet, we don't want anyone to see us."

"Why not?" he whispered.

"It'll spoil the surprise."

Harley crouch down behind a locomotive, so Georgie did the same.

It was cold.

Georgie's toes stuck out of the holes in his boots.

The blast of the a whistle made him jump.

"Here she comes!"

Harley cried.

A steam engine pulled into the station.

Harley jumped up.

"This way, Georgie."

They ran along the tracks to the end of the train.

Harley lifted him up the side of a rail car.

Georgie looked inside.

It was filled with chunks of coal.

An entire mountain of it.

Black gold.

Geogrie looked down at Harley.

"What should I do?"

"Climb inside and toss some over."

Geogie blinked.

"Isn't that stealing?"

Harley scowled at him.

"Ain't you tired of being cold every morning?"

"Yes, but--" "Don't be a chicken, Georgie, or I'll tell on you and say it was your idea."

Georgie slowly climbed over the top and landed on hard lumps.

He pick one up and tossed it over.

Harley caught it and it on the ground.

"Another," he said.

Georgie grabbed two lumps and dropped them down.

Harley grinned up at him.

"It's gonna be a long winter, Georgie.

Keep it coming."

Georgie began throwing the pieces faster and faster.

Suddenly the train gave a jerk.

Georgie fell backward.

"Georgie, get of there!"

Harely called.

but the mountain of coal had swallowed him up.

The train began to pick up speed.

"Help me, Harley!" Geogie shouted.

He tried to push off the coal, but he just sank deeper into the pile.

Then papa's head appeard over the top of the railcar.

"Time to go, Georgie" Papa reached out his hand and pulled Georgie free.

They sat on the edge of the railcar.

When Papa said jump, Georgie jumped.

Papa helped Georgie to his feet.

"If I hadn't seen you boys head this way, you'd be half way to Texas by now."

Georgie craned his neck, looking for Harley, but his friend had turned tail and run.

"Sorry, Papa."

"You know stealing wrong?"

Papa said sternly.

Georgie nodded, feeling the shame curl his toes.

They walked back to the little mountain of coal.

Papa scratched his head.

"Train's gone now.

We can't give back the coal.

But I've got an idea what to do with it.

Help me load it."

They rolled the wheelbarrow down the street to a house with a sagging front porch.

"This is widow Kolbach's house," Georgie said.

Papa handed him two large chunks of coal.

"Leave this by her door.

Then knock twice and run on back here."

Georgie climbed the steps.

The porch creaked under his weight.

Dropping the coal, Georgie rapped his knuckles on the door and ran back to Papa.

They hid behind some bushes.

After a moment, Mrs. Kolbach opened the door.

When she spied the coal, she lifted it up.

holding it to her chest and cried, "God bless you!"

Geogie's heart felt so warm it sent tingles right down to his toes.

"Who else, Papa?"

"Come on, the Children's Home is just down the road."

They trundled the cart to a large brick house.

Kids ran about in the yard.

One of the boys came over to the fence.

Georgie piled chunks of coal in his arms.

"Thank you," the boy said.

"we've been freezing all winter."

He shivered in the thin shirt that he wore.

Georgie hesitated, then took off his coat.

"Here, take this.

It's too small for me anyway."

The boy's eyes grew wide.

"You mean it?"

Georgie nodded, piling the coat on top of the boy's arms.

Papa had many more stops to make.

By the time they got home, Georgie was covered coal dust from elbow to ears, and there was

only one chunk of coal left.

"Who are we giving this last piece to?"

"That's for your mother," Papa winked.

"Maybe she won't notice you gave away your good coat."

They reached the porch.

Georgie climbed the steps, but Papa turned to go.

"Aren't you coming in, Papa?"

"I still have a days work to do, son.

Run along now."

Georgie hesitated.

Then he ran down the steps and threw his arms around Papa's waist.

"I love you Papa."

Papa patted Georgie on the head.

"I love you too, little coal thief."

The end.

Wow.

What a great story.

It really got me at the end there.

I think that's definitely one of the things that I love about reading.

That you can really just get absorbed and lost and really put yourself in another person's shoes.

You know, when ever a book does something like that for me I think it's an extraordinary

and wonderful experience.

I'm grateful I got the opportunity to read and read it to you.