Donavan’s Word Jar

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DONAVAN
Donavan Allen enjoyed being like all the other kids in Mrs. Panky’s third grade class. He liked wearing a yellow shirt with brown pants and a button down sweater, just like the other boys. When the bell rang at the end of the day, he grabbed his book bag and ran for the door, just like the other kids. And just like the other kids, on the days when his mom packed raw broccoli and cauliflower in his lunch, Donavan forgot to eat them.
Like most of the kids in his class, Donavan liked to collect things. A few kids in his class collected rocks, insects, or stamps. Some other kids collected coins, comics, or baseball cards. Donavan’s best friend, Eric, collected marbles. Eric was always playing marbles, trading marbles, reading about marbles, and searching for the perfect marble. He kept his marble collection in a leather pouch with his name stamped on it.
Donavan’s buddy, Pooh, collected buttons of all shapes and sizes. Pooh kept his button collection pinned to a corkboard in his bedroom. He collected buttons from almost every event he attended. He had buttons from movies, baseball games, and amusement parks. Pooh’s favorite button was the one his father had made for him for his birth day. On it was a picture of Pooh, and written around it were the words “Pooh for President.” Pooh kept that button pinned to his book bag.
But when it came to collecting things, Donavan Allen was different. He had a collection like no one else he knew. Donavan collected words. Yes, words.

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DONAVAN’S DISCOVERY
It all began one morning at the breakfast table. Donavan was staring at the back of a cereal box when he noticed the word NUTRITION.
“Nuuu-tri-tion,” he said slowly. And then he said it again. “Nuuuu-trri tion.” He liked the way the word slid down his tongue and rolled off his lips. This was a word he had never noticed before, and the word made him smile.
“Mom,” Donavan said, watching his mother pack his lunch. “Do you like the word nuu-tri-tion?”
“I don’t know, I never thought about it before,” she answered, dropping a packet of raisins into his lunch bag.
“Me neither, but guess what? I am going to start paying extra attention to words from now on. I bet there are trillions of words out there, words I’ve never noticed.”
On his way to school that morning, Donavan discovered the word BALLY HOO blazing across a billboard.
“Wow! Was that there all the time?” he asked himself. And that same after noon, he noticed the word BOUTIQUE written on the window of his mother’s favorite shop.
“Gee, new words are everywhere,” Donavan said. “Maybe I should start writing them down. I don’t want to forget any of them.”
That evening, while he was digging around in his father’s tool chest, Donavan saw the word PINCERS written on a wooden handle. He pulled a strange looking tool from the chest. It looked like a crab claw, and he laughed.
“This tool looks just like its name,’ Donavan said. “I wonder what it is used for. P-I-N-C-E-R-S,” he spelled the word aloud to himself several times so that he would not forget how to spell it. Donavan went up the stairs and into his room, pulled his big dictionary from the shelf, and looked for the word PIN CERS. “It does look just like a giant crab claw,” Donavan said aloud as he looked at the page. “And just like a claw it can be used to grip things. This is great! From now on I am going to write my words down and keep them.”
And so, Donavan began to collect words. He wrote his words in purple ink on yellow slips of paper. At the end of each day, he put the slips in a large, round glass jar. One day while Donavan was sitting at his desk putting words into his jar, he saw his little sister, Nikki, peeping around the door. He pretended not to notice her and kept writing down his words.
“What are you doing that for?” Nikki asked, leaning over his shoulder.
“Doing what?” was all he answered, and he kept on writing.
“Why are you putting those pieces of paper into that jar?”
“Because I collect words,” Donavan said.