One Tuesday evening, Max opened to the . The pages felt crisp, and the smell of fresh ink filled the air. "Okay," Max whispered to his dog, Barnaby. "Let's do this."

Finally, he reached the . He had to write three sentences about his own room. My room is big. I have a blue bed. I love my toys.

The hardest part was the about a girl named Lily and her favorite hobby, painting. Max read it twice. He found the answer about Lily’s red brush and circled "True" with a flourish.