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Fire in the Sky
Fire in the Sky
Fire in the Sky
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Fire in the Sky

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The Hindenberg was on its way! That was all nine-year old Stenny could think about as he pedaled his bike furiously toward the Naval Air Station on a rainy spring evening in 1937. Stenny knew everything there was to know about the Hindenberg, and when the giant airship arrived in his hometown of Lakehurst, New Jersey, he was going to be there. He didn't know that before the night was over, he would learn what it means to be a hero. Written by the author of Jimmy Crack Corn, Fire in the Sky introduces young readers to this tragic episode in American history.

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Release dateAug 1, 2013
ISBN9781467732086
Fire in the Sky
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Candice Ransom

Candice Ransom is the author of 150 books for children. She holds an MFA from Vermont College and an MA in children's literature from Hollins University. She currently teaches in Hollins University's graduate program in children's literature.

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    Fire in the Sky - Candice Ransom

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    The Marble

    Chump

    Stenny Green was losing. He wasn’t surprised. He always lost at everything.

    Click-clack.

    Got another one! Buzzie Martinelli crowed. He scooped up Stenny’s favorite moonstone marble and put it with the growing pile. Then he leaned down, aimed, and shot again.

    Stenny shifted his weight. It was uncomfortable kneeling in his school pants. The waist was pretty tight, even though his mother had moved the button over twice. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten two hot dogs for lunch. Stenny’s mother always fed him a big meal when he went home for the midday break.

    "You awake, Stenwood? Buzzie teased. He knew that Stenny hated his full name. But at least Buzzie hadn’t called him Chubbo, the way he sometimes did in class. Say good-bye to that blue cat’s-eye."

    It’s not a very good marble. Stenny tried to sound as though he didn’t really care. But it looked like he would never even get a turn, much less win the game. He wondered what Jack Armstrong, the hero of his favorite radio program, would do if he were here. Jack Armstrong wouldn’t let Buzzie Martinelli win. Stenny pushed his glasses up on his nose. He wondered if the Jack Armstrong Hovering Disc he had sent away for had come in the mail that day.

    Missed! Buzzie said suddenly.

    Stenny stared at the circle drawn in the dirt. Incredibly, a stray pebble had caused Buzzie’s marble to skitter past the target.

    My turn, Stenny said.

    Now was his chance! He hunkered down, aiming his best shooter carefully at one of Buzzie’s marbles. Nervously, he pushed his straight blond hair off his damp forehead and shot. The large yellow-striped marble rolled feebly across the bumpy ground, stopping two inches short of Buzzie’s marble.

    You missed, Buzzie said cheerfully. Then he proceeded to win the rest of Stenny’s marbles.

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    When it was over, Buzzie stuffed Stenny’s marbles into a bulging marble sack along with his own. He never played for anything but keeps. Good game, he said.

    Stenny’s own marble sack was pathetically empty. It wasn’t a fair game, he protested.

    What do you mean?

    It’s too hot today, Stenny complained. It was unseasonably hot for the fifth of May. New Jersey is never this hot this early.

    Buzzie burst out laughing. Stenny Green, you just kill me! Anyway, I’m still the marble champ.

    Marbles are dumb, Stenny said. I have more important things on my mind.

    Like what? That zero on your arithmetic test?

    Stenny winced. Fourth grade arithmetic was too hard. He would rather read any day. Or work on his model of the Hindenburg, the famous airship. I was busy thinking about tomorrow, he said, "when the Hindenburg gets here. This is its first flight of 1937."

    Buzzie shrugged. So tell me something new. Of course Buzzie knew when the dirigible was arriving. Buzzie’s father was a member of the civilian ground crew. When the steam whistle blew, men all over town left their jobs or

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