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Holes by louis sachar.pdf

Table of Contents Titlepage Table of Contents Chapter 1 There is no lake at Camp Green Lake. There once was a very large lake here, the largest lake in Texas. That was over a Camp Green Chapter 3 Stanley Yelnats was the only passenger on the bus, not counting the driver or the guard. The guard sat next to the dri Stanley was not a bad kid. He was innocent of the crime for which he was convicted. So they kept naming their sons Stanley. Stanley was an only child, as was every oth Stanley looked out the dirty window. And hardly anything Chapter 4 Stanley felt somewhat dazed as the guard unlocked his handcuffs and led him off the bus. There must have been a small refrigerator behind his desk, because the man in the cowboy hat produced two more cans of soda.

Then he will get to spend a day or two recovering in his tent, instead of having to dig a hole out on the lake But you don't want to be bitten by a yellow-spotted lizard. It was the first time Stanley had ever seen Zero smile, holes by louis sachar.pdf.

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There's no real camp or lake at Camp Green Lake. Though it was once the largest lake in Texas, it's been dry for the last years. It's now a camp for "bad boys," where the boys dig holes every day. Stanley Yelnats is the only passenger on the bus to Camp Green Lake. He tries to pretend that he's going to an actual summer camp and hopes he'll make friends, as he's the victim of terrible bullying at home due to being overweight. Stanley is innocent of his crime; he was convicted because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather, who supposedly stole a pig and thereby cursed all of his descendants. No one in Stanley's family truly believes this, though things do go wrong a lot. Stanley steps off the bus and a man named Mr. Sir handles Stanley's intake. Stanley changes into an orange jumpsuit as Mr.

Holes by louis sachar.pdf

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Whenever anything went wrong, they always blamed Stanley's no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather. She wore a black cowboy hat and black cowboy boots which were studded with turquoise stones. Pen-dance-key to think he had a bad attitude. It was all because of his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather! That would have been really cool, but she only kissed the men she killed. Gergely Szilvay. He'd walk up to complete strangers and ask if they knew someone named Zeroni, or had ever heard of anyone named Zeroni. He never managed to use his bar of soap, which was just as well, because he wouldn't have had time to rinse off the suds. Now, when he said he stole them, nobody believed him either. He took a drink from his canteen. And the sixth, and the. He even thought about sneaking out at night and digging in that hole by himself. He could just keep it, but that wouldn't do him any good. During the summer the daytime temperature hovers around ninety-five degrees in the shade— if you can find any shade. The Lump wasn't the Caveman.

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He was fifteen, and all he could see was Myra's shallow beauty. Shortly thereafter, Stanley was arrested. Stanley took a long, deep breath. He wondered if he had a defective shovel. He was almost as big as Stanley and a lot tougher. He smiled. It wasn't just his arms and back, but his legs, ankles, and waist also hurt. So, she is beautiful. I'm not going to shoot you. As Stanley made his way across the room, he tripped over an outstretched leg. Once the sun rose, he would have to put it back on his head. It sloped upward to the edges. He usually had such an angry expression on his face. She could push a plow, milk a goat, and, most important, think for herself.