Once upon a time, there was a ghost named Frieda. Unlike other ghosts, Frieda didn’t want to scare anybody. She wanted to be a nice little ghost. The more she watched the other ghosts, the more alone and unhappy she felt. Until one day…
Excerpt from Frieda the Friendly Ghost by Sandra Butler Ladwig:
“G-o-l-l-y!!! thought Frieda. I sure wish that I could learn to talk with my fingers.
Jimbo sat down, and Frieda was just about to return to her desk when she noticed Libby, who was seated right behind Jimbo.
Libby was moving her fingers across raised letters in a book.
She was reading with her hands by moving her fingers over the raised letters, which spelled words, and the words made sentences.
‘Libby must be blind,’ thought Frieda. She looked all around the room, but nowhere could she see any other child reading with his or her fingers.
‘I sure wish that I could read with my fingers,’ thought Frieda.
