Push Harder, It's an Elephant!
Practice Words
Words containing the 'eigh' letter pattern, producing the long /eΙͺ/ sound.
The elephant sat in the little red cart and would not get out. 'Push harder!' it called, blowing hearts from its trunk. Easy for an elephant to say. Bex leaned in with both hands and pushed with all her weight. One enormous elephant, and it would not budge one bit. This was going to be a very long day.
Bex needed a break from all that pushing, so she slipped out into the neighbouring yard. A red hen was pecking around on the snowy ground, with two small eggs tucked near some rocks. Bex crouched low behind the hen and grinned, holding up two fingers. 'One elephant, two eggs,' she said. 'I'm counting things!'
Inside, the big fan was spinning its three blades. Bex grabbed the bubble wand and took a deep breath. Whoooosh! Bubbles flew everywhere, spinning and swirling across the room. Papers fluttered off the table. The bubbles looked almost weightless as they sailed past the spinning fan. 'Three blades and a billion bubbles!' Bex shouted. What would four look like?
Bex jumped into the little orange car. Four wheels, a face on the front, and pinwheels spinning on top. It zoomed through the snow, and Bex laughed out loud. 'You are not a horse!' she called. 'Cars do not neigh!' Four wheels and zero interest in slowing down. Number five had to be close now.
A red star balloon with five sharp points. The basket lifted off, and up Bex went. Past the rooftops. Past the birds. All the way up to where a crescent moon hung, thin and glowing in the dark. Up that high, everything felt weightless. 'Five,' Bex whispered, reaching out one hand. The whole world looked tiny from up here.
One elephant, two eggs, three spinning blades, four fast wheels, and five bright points on a glowing star. Five was the halfway point, and getting to five felt really, really good to Bex. But Bex knew the second half was not going to be easy, not even close.
A giant ant. Six thick legs, stomping across the rocky ground. Bex climbed right up and held on tight. The ant marched forward like it owned the whole world, and Bex's mouth fell wide open. Each leg outweighs a tree trunk! 'This is the greatest ride I have ever had!' The ant said nothing. Ants are not big talkers.
'It is my birthday!' said Bex, pointing at the big desk calendar. Today was circled in red, and a second date was marked just below it. Ned stood beside her, holding a red balloon and a green balloon by their strings. 'My birthday is seven days after yours,' said Ned, grinning. 'Seven whole days, and then I will be eight!'
The web was made of string as thick as rope. And sitting right at the top, with eight enormous legs, was the biggest spider Bex had ever seen. Bex's arms flew wide open. 'You are incredible,' she said. The spider wiggled one leg. Then another. Then all of them at once. Was it dancing? Bex was pretty sure it was dancing.
The pheasant stood on the crumbling brick wall like a king on a throne. 'Look at those feathers!' Bex said. Red, gold, green, blue, copper, cream, black, white, and a color that sparkled and danced. Nine colors! Bex would need nine pencils, one for each shade. Would they ever capture the full weight of all that sparkle? Probably not.
Bex held up one hand. Five fingers, wide open. Then the other hand. Five more. 'Six, seven, eight, nine... ten!' Both hands up, all ten fingers spread wide. The biggest number of the whole count, and it had been right there at the end of Bex's own two arms this whole time.
Six legs. Seven on the calendar. Eight legs. Nine bright colors. Ten fingers. Every number, one to ten. What a ride. What a count. What a day. But wait. Back at the very start, one very large elephant was still sitting in one very small cart. Even the neighbors could hear Bex shout. She cracked her knuckles. 'Right then. Let's go back to one. And this time? Push harder!'