“This is the Mystery Bag,”
whispered Miss Cathy.
And she gently pulled the
string to open it up.
Then she secretly slipped her
hand inside through the small opening.
The children were all eyes. My
mouth was watering; I guess I was pretty hungry. Miss Cathy’s fingers were
moving inside the bag as they were feeling something.
“It is hard and woody, and has
the shape of a cone.”
“Mm, a pine cone,” whispered
the children.
Miss Cathy put the mysterious
object on the table, and said clearly:
“A pine cone.”
She dived again into the bag.
“There is a small round piece
of metal.”
“A button,” said a boy.
Miss Cathy placed it on the
table.
“Huh, a coin,” said the
children in a chorus.
From the mystery bag came out
a pencil,
a rubber eraser, a sea shell and more.
Miss Cathy touched and felt
every object, named it,
and placed it on the table in
front of the children.