tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60269734786431630192024-03-14T02:11:52.499-07:00Flat Stanley visits ArizonaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-51128459996058852182012-10-16T10:24:00.001-07:002012-10-16T10:24:13.814-07:00Flat Stanley takes a trip<br />
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<b id="internal-source-marker_0.24163080705329776" style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Aunty Robin and Aunty Sue</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arizona</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">One weekend in February 2011, Aunty Robin and Aunty Sue had a visitor. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Flat Stanley flew in from Southern California. He had heard about Arizona and thought he might like it. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Flat Stanley lives with his best friend Nicholas. He usually spent all his time with Nicky, playing baseball, riding bikes, hanging out and watching videos. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But one day in February 2011, Flat Stanley said, "Nicky, I'm going to take a trip to Ar-i-zona!" </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">So he got on a plane and headed east. When he arrived at his Aunties house, Flat Stanley pulled out a list of things he wanted to see during his visit. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Take a look at the pictures in this blog and see if Flat Stanley did everything he wanted to do or see.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></b></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-26056187320245306602011-02-14T07:15:00.000-08:002011-02-14T07:16:12.759-08:00Stanley, it's time for you to go home!Stanley kept seeing big cactus in Arizona. Aunty Sue said they are called Saguaro. It's kind of a funny name ... you don't say the G. Sounds like Saw-war-oH. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidazKaPXw_972lS3tqtKJ4eafNUhV1X5QxqYHiis7zefC3jHk9kJW6aLyrdui0S-GXrLRdK2-cGJ71SbRr4YJB99aBYJ_7E6yPONyCYiTkozIhr7ejMikURQMLVzG7Zo_L28OKrkrLt6I/s1600/StanleyCactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidazKaPXw_972lS3tqtKJ4eafNUhV1X5QxqYHiis7zefC3jHk9kJW6aLyrdui0S-GXrLRdK2-cGJ71SbRr4YJB99aBYJ_7E6yPONyCYiTkozIhr7ejMikURQMLVzG7Zo_L28OKrkrLt6I/s400/StanleyCactus.jpg" width="238" /></a><br />Saguaro are as tall as a tree.<br /><br />Here's one right next to a palm tree.<br /><br />Aunty Sue said some Saguaro can live to be 150 years old. You can't eat them.<br /><br />And ... YOU CAN'T TOUCH THEM.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YIqiIgJjHCMzMW0dgWz-8VkNQSvrE0NWeEJkXQhiphIGZ4xMXBjDxvXYNLSYijI56A3u-mVRTcFhAbJmXN9Oq7duqMEGUsEaBy9sFlImKPR0A8FeITkTszl3voiXcZZVPzzD8TxXnPI/s1600/StanleyCactusNeedles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YIqiIgJjHCMzMW0dgWz-8VkNQSvrE0NWeEJkXQhiphIGZ4xMXBjDxvXYNLSYijI56A3u-mVRTcFhAbJmXN9Oq7duqMEGUsEaBy9sFlImKPR0A8FeITkTszl3voiXcZZVPzzD8TxXnPI/s400/StanleyCactusNeedles.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Well, you can touch them, but they have needles. And they are really sharp. They stick.<br /><br />This was Stanley's last lesson in Arizona.<br /><br />Now, Stanley. "We loved having you," said Aunty Sue and Auntie Robin, "but it's time for you to GO HOME."<br /><br />He did a lot of things he wanted to do. <div><br /></div><div>Take a look at his list at the right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Can you count how many things on Stanley's Wish List that he got to do in Arizona?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-75956564313132036262011-02-14T07:04:00.000-08:002011-02-14T07:04:16.052-08:00Where's Flat Stanley?It was time to leave the house. But one thing was missing.<br />
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"Where did Flat Stanley go?"<br />
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In the car? No.<br />
Playing with the neighbor's dog? No.<br />
Still in bed? No.<br />
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He's up a tree!<br />
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<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5js4G48TjsjnPznHiUpjmEOPO6JYHuIlRReBiE9FfqItFHOTIkmZ3FlWSQRpfy0UqprruzYbIVMOhxfD10t4_i8LQb3_aIUF11hDWKBpgdEOCZxToXisQnqCR2FrwsQwCwqGOX1KJDI/s1600/IMAG0325-746765.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573555212980481346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj5js4G48TjsjnPznHiUpjmEOPO6JYHuIlRReBiE9FfqItFHOTIkmZ3FlWSQRpfy0UqprruzYbIVMOhxfD10t4_i8LQb3_aIUF11hDWKBpgdEOCZxToXisQnqCR2FrwsQwCwqGOX1KJDI/s400/IMAG0325-746765.jpg" width="238" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-49100844455215659982011-02-14T07:02:00.000-08:002011-02-14T07:02:31.564-08:00Fresh squeezed grapefruit for breakfast<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlW9kd6nr3ORLKq5r_1XDs17Xi5DBRGgkvxbeBVIWWbojxXT0MUGcyHmAQWhazCsTw4YoyTnahFVyKu-z8WP6rmCivLTJwU_4X8Ea7TgEpuP0KkLjSdXKVvx53A_rIeKRCRah1VoQTkUY/s1600/IMAG0321-1-703273.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573553734594974210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlW9kd6nr3ORLKq5r_1XDs17Xi5DBRGgkvxbeBVIWWbojxXT0MUGcyHmAQWhazCsTw4YoyTnahFVyKu-z8WP6rmCivLTJwU_4X8Ea7TgEpuP0KkLjSdXKVvx53A_rIeKRCRah1VoQTkUY/s320/IMAG0321-1-703273.jpg" /></a></div>Only the best for Flat Stanley. <br />
Aunty Robin helps him reach a grapefruit in the tree in the backyard. Even though she said it was sun-kissed and delicious, Stanley puckered up and yelled, "Sour!!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-21172822721741172562011-02-13T20:28:00.000-08:002011-02-13T20:51:42.140-08:00Stanley had a lot of fun at the ASU vs. Arizona game<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6gdxpqYFBuPBMk0YNpLArefVyfWkmbWcNxVXKMJUR8mS0H4u3PjNi4cyB6jD_LrklW1AbZNM8e2FRr-JNUjA6wYOauEoHCWZo60JEz7AkcAWmkoUo71YMuSenNC1wjXHNoFdPYBF9jQ/s1600/StanleyatGame.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx6gdxpqYFBuPBMk0YNpLArefVyfWkmbWcNxVXKMJUR8mS0H4u3PjNi4cyB6jD_LrklW1AbZNM8e2FRr-JNUjA6wYOauEoHCWZo60JEz7AkcAWmkoUo71YMuSenNC1wjXHNoFdPYBF9jQ/s320/StanleyatGame.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573399051674703810" /></a><br />Flat Stanley wore his Sparky colors to the game at Arizona State University. <div><br /></div><div>Just in case Sparky got tired or had an injury, Stanley was ready to jump in and help cheer on the crowd.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjnAhtFRzuO9lJgfghEjZqXxYG6XMYJtmH2wo6Qeg7PCoI_iGQpjZQfnAKmneOtB9Q8u3NlFJo9LlZFhhgJD4CXdPYfW7YsQvpyF2N235dUEB4aysgxxtNecp_Ih5FBAgLXplgqDHTok/s1600/StanleySparky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqjnAhtFRzuO9lJgfghEjZqXxYG6XMYJtmH2wo6Qeg7PCoI_iGQpjZQfnAKmneOtB9Q8u3NlFJo9LlZFhhgJD4CXdPYfW7YsQvpyF2N235dUEB4aysgxxtNecp_Ih5FBAgLXplgqDHTok/s320/StanleySparky.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Here Stanley is waving at Sparky who's down under the basket.<br /><br /></div><div>Behind Sparky is the ASU student band. They were good... good.. good and loud. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sparky was OK. He kept moving and shouting and dancing through the whole game. He never had to call on Stanley for help.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wuQMVF73ZoLgm6KadNKL8nboZ3jr9a0XoAh92Pb41hP_AZPFDSFsR1Tu4lErbDhlO3yrqjU-aSNxlvW-Ukz_ylmOb-t49v4ERZz9KyTaiRjl8KIXiPiGZMUJwFgS_tkQ1nU35IXv_8A/s1600/StanleyFox11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5wuQMVF73ZoLgm6KadNKL8nboZ3jr9a0XoAh92Pb41hP_AZPFDSFsR1Tu4lErbDhlO3yrqjU-aSNxlvW-Ukz_ylmOb-t49v4ERZz9KyTaiRjl8KIXiPiGZMUJwFgS_tkQ1nU35IXv_8A/s320/StanleyFox11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573400785133826482" /></a> Before the game was over, Stanley stopped by the Fox 11 news truck to say 'Hello' to the crew. <div><br /></div><div>Then he went back to the game where he got to sit in the very top row. </div><div><br /></div><div>"I have the best seat in the whole arena," Stanley said as he high-fived fans sitting around him. </div><div><br /></div><div>The only bad thing during the whole night was the final score: </div><div>Arizona, 67-ASU, 52 .<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-74287787064688673392011-02-13T19:24:00.000-08:002011-02-13T20:57:33.976-08:00ASU basketball game .. put Stanley in, coach<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuyoDYMcBGjthUSx_4XHPE2sJcYQcZBnL41QfgziRTi1yzvc9vmjA861aTBhU5xMVUfe6kXqIUarfzarOaWz8vl-jIl0A253bKwWc7nW4QydMH2qDE8DWlNP4V74umCv9EHeYd-5HKGQ/s1600/IMAG0311-796479.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573359574639069714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuyoDYMcBGjthUSx_4XHPE2sJcYQcZBnL41QfgziRTi1yzvc9vmjA861aTBhU5xMVUfe6kXqIUarfzarOaWz8vl-jIl0A253bKwWc7nW4QydMH2qDE8DWlNP4V74umCv9EHeYd-5HKGQ/s320/IMAG0311-796479.jpg" /></a></div>Aunty Sue and Aunty Robin and Flat Stanley go to the basketball game at Arizona State University. <div><br /></div><div>It's a big game. ASU is playing the University of Arizona. That's a pretty big rivalry. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stanley and Sue stopped to get a soda before heading up to the stands.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-76207144405833771952011-02-13T14:44:00.000-08:002011-02-13T20:19:47.827-08:00Helping with homework<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi772nlJ4PjyROUTKgOaFKvu-MjJQEO9C2GB5jTpWv7CHUsAnSRkdsfW9wlBans6oS-4Q4pXtMltl9XxLZK2CoUKfLDOtvxQFl969mO-DQDtzIl19M5nLf1Bf7HbsK8mPIT0rVRba2hSwk/s1600/IMAG0307-777859.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573299796337240930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi772nlJ4PjyROUTKgOaFKvu-MjJQEO9C2GB5jTpWv7CHUsAnSRkdsfW9wlBans6oS-4Q4pXtMltl9XxLZK2CoUKfLDOtvxQFl969mO-DQDtzIl19M5nLf1Bf7HbsK8mPIT0rVRba2hSwk/s320/IMAG0307-777859.jpg" /></a></div>Flat Stanley offered to help Aunt Robin with her homework......<br />"Maybe it will help get us out of the house more quickly," Stanley said cheerfully.<br />And it did!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-44596092033937140862011-02-13T11:27:00.000-08:002011-02-13T11:28:50.174-08:00Flat Stanley enjoyed a little spa time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuhGXdL6gN6cQCvnyHoBve8sCcxg7xZd-iw_lIQLmnMNnJCtTtj4OvWo2ASl6dtl_pPnMiARuoGsmohqjS6TApj_YbzsVEg8MRSJh-Vxs4tBY_88kCLJGODriJPiiGWQqkEkecLZNsYs/s1600/FlatStanleySpa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiuhGXdL6gN6cQCvnyHoBve8sCcxg7xZd-iw_lIQLmnMNnJCtTtj4OvWo2ASl6dtl_pPnMiARuoGsmohqjS6TApj_YbzsVEg8MRSJh-Vxs4tBY_88kCLJGODriJPiiGWQqkEkecLZNsYs/s400/FlatStanleySpa.jpg" width="268" /></a>Stanley started his day with a little deep tissue massage at the spa!<br />
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He's a little shy, so Stanley asked if he could keep his tie on. No problemo, little guy. Just chill. Go to your happy place.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-64827986666219804552011-02-13T08:05:00.000-08:002011-02-13T12:17:44.495-08:00You are getting sleepy... sleepy...Poor Stanley was grabbed by a little jet lag at the end of his first day in Arizona. <br />
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He played, watched some TV, had a snack and then was sent to bed.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIK7W34APIUTV6L1IyTYuZzn-AA4203AlxQAdmpRCrZlBC8ARDCs1W-Uu6_qkBsO6PuqAfowl2a5lQVjAOT2kPkI7nkPdYbFd1SrTwLUbSFC9bpoWxeydTaTq2Fu0ImEQLGSaSsgIgVU/s1600/FlatStanleySleep1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIK7W34APIUTV6L1IyTYuZzn-AA4203AlxQAdmpRCrZlBC8ARDCs1W-Uu6_qkBsO6PuqAfowl2a5lQVjAOT2kPkI7nkPdYbFd1SrTwLUbSFC9bpoWxeydTaTq2Fu0ImEQLGSaSsgIgVU/s200/FlatStanleySleep1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>At first, he sat up looking around, talking about his day.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8X4x7OOMlDRuBCDz9jckDFI6zUBvpqHSN5ACHo3ySxNqxcfuJIeZB1xh4Fe_qY83YyR55Iw1QCAe4tVSzsyE-FVG0rt0Np3HeswboBtmto51vIZqx8Vv0GJgBJbLEcR6sEdDdZbnVyU/s1600/FlatStanleySleep3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI8X4x7OOMlDRuBCDz9jckDFI6zUBvpqHSN5ACHo3ySxNqxcfuJIeZB1xh4Fe_qY83YyR55Iw1QCAe4tVSzsyE-FVG0rt0Np3HeswboBtmto51vIZqx8Vv0GJgBJbLEcR6sEdDdZbnVyU/s200/FlatStanleySleep3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>And finally, he slid down into the bed, closed his eyes and was out like a light.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-65298705202548969322011-02-13T01:38:00.000-08:002011-02-13T01:39:21.071-08:00How about a snack, Aunty Suzie?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S7vJfbX0t3bl_9aHWtnXsuFwgw07yfFoSNjUqgJ6sz16rKkjDFRvo-JikBzP3u9MOs4aqYXOI3EPUGHaiMoPht6l5xoDzlzvTn7dNTIx8mdE775h1nSqzeacZhJ9roXrsj7Fe1Y5hM4/s1600/FlatStanleyApple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S7vJfbX0t3bl_9aHWtnXsuFwgw07yfFoSNjUqgJ6sz16rKkjDFRvo-JikBzP3u9MOs4aqYXOI3EPUGHaiMoPht6l5xoDzlzvTn7dNTIx8mdE775h1nSqzeacZhJ9roXrsj7Fe1Y5hM4/s400/FlatStanleyApple.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Milk was great, but what about a snack? Stanley thought an apple would do just fine. Don't want to fill up too much. Flat Stanley said, "I can't turn into <i>Fat</i> Stanley now, can I?"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-74715410566126038592011-02-13T01:32:00.000-08:002011-02-13T01:40:57.811-08:00Flat Stanley headed to the fridge<div class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFCKz2e6FVsuLV88-pEugc_2-ik1PiQJiC7Wigv_GlU-IcRHjphRrmxRUoiIpNS787ZvIy3mhDnOTfKVEaiCF_6DrMrkuG3z-klzaLl-K80RRd96W4k_lAkXxKcBCAhQKqrV6yT6uD1s/s1600/IMAG0301-718622.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573104549959222690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqFCKz2e6FVsuLV88-pEugc_2-ik1PiQJiC7Wigv_GlU-IcRHjphRrmxRUoiIpNS787ZvIy3mhDnOTfKVEaiCF_6DrMrkuG3z-klzaLl-K80RRd96W4k_lAkXxKcBCAhQKqrV6yT6uD1s/s400/IMAG0301-718622.jpg" width="238" /></a>When Flat Stanley arrived at Aunt Sue's house he was thirsty and hungry. </div><b>First stop:</b> the fridge for a glass of milk.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026973478643163019.post-78624498220780504492011-02-13T00:36:00.000-08:002011-02-13T08:11:01.826-08:00Sue and Robin's neighbor also knew a Flat Stanley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKI3X14QKlbSGVjkQipQ7I4_jEW-JVk6yHavED1EgOiQGO4mB3fvLR9gXdHGi__X-GJIwyqxXDg2tc7qjpVl7Fd_gzxiuVKewQNtLKZN95kFylfbGWY_DmTGaCXcVONa4XmLxX9rSZJg/s1600/FlatStanleyfromJune.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKI3X14QKlbSGVjkQipQ7I4_jEW-JVk6yHavED1EgOiQGO4mB3fvLR9gXdHGi__X-GJIwyqxXDg2tc7qjpVl7Fd_gzxiuVKewQNtLKZN95kFylfbGWY_DmTGaCXcVONa4XmLxX9rSZJg/s400/FlatStanleyfromJune.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">June and Pete who live across the street from Sue and Robin were also entertaining a friend named Flat Stanley. Here's a photo of their trip to the Boyce Thompson Arboretum ... a place where you can learn about plants .. in Phoenix. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0