Panha Won't Come Down! (Prefix)

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Adventure Decodable Reader with Prefix Words

Practice Words

Two-syllable words formed by adding common prefixes such as re-, un-, in-, and non- to base words.

declared dismissed exclaimed explode informed invent mistake nonstop proclaimed redo replace return returned unclean unclear undo unfair
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In the lower-right portion of the image, Panha stands gazing upward at the hazy, smog-filled sky with a curious, contemplative expression. She is positioned on a dirt road at the edge of a small suburban American neighbourhood nestled among green, tree-covered hills, with a large factory billowing smoke from its chimneys visible in the background on the left. The sky is thick with grey-green smog that hangs heavily over the rooftops. A couple of small dogs are visible on the road near the houses in the lower-left area.

Panha hated the sky above her town. It was grey and unclear. Thick smog poured over the houses nonstop. Behind all that grey, something called 'blue' was hiding. Panha had seen it in pictures.

Page 2
On the right side of the image, Dad stands in the foreground with a serious, reflective expression, one hand raised as he speaks and gestures. Panha stands to his left, facing Dad with a frown and her hands at her sides, listening with a wistful, unhappy expression. The outdoor scene is set along a dirt path bordered by a wooden fence and lush green vegetation, under an overcast, hazy sky suggesting smoggy conditions. A body of water is visible in the background.

'Dad, was the sky always this ugly?' Dad looked up. 'When I was a boy, the sun would shine every single day. Warm as a blanket.' 'I want that,' Panha said. Dad sighed. But Panha did not sigh. Panha made a plan.

Page 3
The image is split into three vertical panels. In the left panel, Panha — a girl with a black braided pigtail, pink t-shirt, and blue shorts, barefoot — stands on a rocky, grassy hillside on the left side, seen in profile looking out over a suburban neighbourhood below with small red-roofed houses and a winding road, while factories in the distance belch smoke and smog into a grey, overcast sky. In the middle panel, Panha stands on the grass in profile, looking up with a curious, uncertain expression at the grey clouds above, where faint yellow rays of sunlight begin to peek through and small birds fly. In the right panel, Panha stands on the grassy hilltop facing forward, beaming with a wide open-mouthed smile and both arms spread wide, looking up joyfully as bright sunlight breaks through the thinning clouds above. Small birds are visible flying in the lighter sky.

Panha marched to the tallest hill outside town. Below, the town puffed smoke nonstop like grumpy dragons. But up here, the smog began to clear. And then. Sunlight! Real, warm sunlight landed on Panha. 'You're up there!' she shouted. 'I was right!'

Page 4
Panha stands at a workbench on the right-centre of the image inside a wooden workshop, leaning over a wooden frame with a focused, determined expression as she inserts gears into the frame with both hands. The indoor workshop is filled with tools — a pegboard of hand tools (wrenches, saws, hammers) on the right wall, propeller blades, gears, chains, a barrel, and lumber scattered around the floor. A shelf unit with supplies stands to the left, and a small wooden stool sits nearby. The warm, amber-toned lighting gives the garage workshop a cosy feel.

Panha burst into Dad's workshop. Tools hung on every wall. Gears and wood covered the floor. 'I'm going to invent a plane!' she said. She fit gears into a wooden frame. If she made a mistake, she could always redo it. She had never made a plane, but how hard could it be?

Page 5
The image is a three-panel comic-style sequence positioned on the left side. In the first panel, Panha sits in the cockpit of a handmade wooden plane on a grassy hilltop, gripping the frame with a determined expression as the propeller spins and the plane lifts off. In the second panel, the plane spirals out of control through a cloudy sky, breaking apart mid-flight as pieces of wood fly off. In the third panel, Panha clings to the trunk of a tall oak tree with a frustrated but determined expression, the crashed plane's wreckage wedged in the branches above her, as she works her way down. A suburban American neighbourhood with houses is visible in the background below the hill.

Very hard, it turns out. Panha's plane took off like a rocket. For three seconds, she was flying! Then the wings shook. Then the whole plane fell apart in the air. Panha crashed into a tree. 'Okay,' she said. 'That was a mistake. Time to redo it. The next plane won't explode.'

Page 6
On the right side of the image, Panha stands next to a large handmade wooden airplane with wide fabric-covered wings and a front propeller. She is reaching up with one hand to adjust gears near the propeller mechanism, looking at them with a focused, determined expression. Dad stands nearby on the left, holding a wrench and watching Panha work with a supportive expression. The scene is set indoors in the garage workshop, with a toolbox on the ground nearby and tools hanging on the wall behind them.

This time, Dad helped redo it from scratch. 'Bigger wings,' he said. 'Stronger gears,' said Panha, and they worked nonstop until each part spun smooth. The new plane was far bigger and far stronger. 'Think it'll fly?' Dad asked. Panha grinned. 'Only one way to find out.'

Page 7
The image is a two-panel illustration. In the left panel, on the left side, a group of townspeople gathers outdoors to watch as a handmade bicycle-powered flying machine is wheeled forward on a dirt path, with trees and large rocks in the background. In the right panel, shown on the left side, Dad stands facing Panha with a proud, encouraging expression, holding out a flight helmet toward her; Panha sits on the seat of the flying machine, looking determined and slightly nervous as she reaches to accept the helmet. The right portion of the overall image is plain white background.

Panha wheeled her plane up the hill. Half the town came to watch. "She'll crash again!" someone whispered. Panha did not care. Dad held out a flight helmet. "Don't return without the sun." Panha pulled it on. "I won't."

Page 8
On the right side of the image, Panha sits in the cockpit of a handmade wooden plane with large fabric wings and a propeller, wearing a flight helmet, soaring out over the ocean from a grassy coastal cliff edge. She grips the frame with one hand and looks down with a joyful, excited expression, waving with her other hand. Below on the cliff in the centre-right, Dad stands among a crowd of townspeople on a sandy clearing, waving up at Panha as she flies overhead. The scene is outdoors under an overcast sky with the sea stretching to the horizon.

The hilltop path wound down to the cliffs above the sea. The engine roared, and Panha launched out over the waves. She was really, truly flying! She waved to the cheering crowd below, then aimed her plane at the grey smog, ready to return with the sun...

Page 9
On the left side of the image, Panha stands among clouds wearing a flight helmet, looking upward toward Sun, who floats above as a large, friendly, anthropomorphic sun with a knowing expression and a slight smile. Sun has a speech bubble containing an image of smoking factory chimneys, explaining to Panha that smog from the factories is blocking the light. The scene is set high in the sky, surrounded by hazy yellow light and soft clouds, with the right side open as plain golden-yellow sky.

Panha burst past the clouds into golden light. And there was Sun! A big, round, glowing smile looked right at her. 'At last!' Sun exclaimed. 'That smoke blocks my rays nonstop! Shut it down, kid, or my light will never return to your town!'

Page 10
On the right side of the image, a two-panel scene shows Panha rallying her community to take action. In the left panel, Panha stands at the centre-right wearing a flight helmet, with her arms raised enthusiastically, addressing a large crowd of townspeople gathered in a suburban American neighbourhood with houses and trees in the background under an overcast, polluted sky with a factory visible behind them. In the right panel, the townspeople are shown working together on the right side — digging with shovels, planting saplings, and clearing debris along a riverbank near a hillside, with determined and focused expressions as they restore the landscape.

Panha landed and yelled, 'I met Sun! The smoke blocks the light! We must undo this. It is unfair to all of us!' At first, no one moved. Then one person picked up a shovel. Then more came to help. They shut the smoke down. They planted trees and cleaned the water until the smog began to thin.

Page 11
On the left and centre of the image, Panha stands in the foreground on a sandy beach wearing a flight helmet, smiling proudly, while Dad stands among a large gathered crowd of townspeople behind her, also smiling. Sun beams down from the upper-left corner with a big, cheerful smile. In the background, people are swimming in the water, children play on the sand, and someone relaxes on a lounge chair under an umbrella, with a suburban neighbourhood and green hills visible beyond the beach. The right side of the image is plain background.

One morning, Sun came out. Not a peek. The whole sun, with the biggest grin ever. 'There you are!' Sun shouted. 'I missed you nonstop!' Warm light returned to town. Dad put a hand on Panha's shoulder. 'You made Sun return.'

Page 12
In the lower half of the image, Panha stands in front of a handmade wooden propeller plane wearing a flight helmet, gripping the propeller with a determined expression, while Dad stands just behind her with his hands on the plane's nose, smiling gently as they prepare together. A paper plan or blueprint lies on the ground near Panha's feet. The scene is set outdoors on a flat grassy field with a clear blue sky and distant trees in the background.

The next morning, Panha stood beside a new plane. Helmet on. A plan lay at her feet. 'Other towns have grey skies,' she informed Dad. Dad smiled. 'Then go replace them.' Panha grinned. She had a sun to share.

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