Hero of Hawaii
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Text copyright © 2011 by Graham Salisbury
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Salisbury, Graham.
Calvin Coconut : hero of Hawaii / Graham Salisbury ; illustrated by Jacqueline Rogers.–
1st ed.
p. cm.
Summary: When a hurricane causes the river near his Hawaiian home to flood, a boy named Calvin Coconut makes a daring rescue.
ISBN 978-0-385-73962-7
eISBN: 978-0-375-89795-5
[1. Hurricanes–Fiction. 2. Heroes–Fiction. 3. Hawaii–Fiction.] I. Rogers, Jacqueline, ill. II. Title. III. Title: Hero of Hawaii.
PZ7.S15225Cad 2011
[Fic]–dc22
2010013161
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t was going to be the most famous party our street had ever seen. In two days my sister, Darci, was turning seven, and the buzz was that the whole neighborhood would be showing up, invited or not. The Coconuts were building a slippery slide.
“Ho, man,” I mumbled, squinting up at the
sun. “Can it get any hotter?” I’d been trying to think of the perfect birthday present for Darci, something good, something that would really mean something. But it was too hot to think, and I was coming up blank.
Julio humphed. “Where are those clouds when you need them?”
“Or just a breeze,” Maya said.
We were sitting on the grass in my front yard: me, my friends Julio Reyes, Willy Wolf, Maya Medeiros, and my black-and-white dog, Streak.
At the bottom of our sloping lawn, a slow-moving river sparkled in the sun. It was the color of rust and almost as wide as half a football field.
Darci and Carlos, Julio’s five-year-old brother, were poking around in the swamp grass looking for toads.
Carlos had followed Julio down to my house on a pair of homemade tin can stilts.
I popped up on my elbow. “Hey, anyone want to go swimming in the river?”
Julio made a face. “That stinky water?”
I shrugged.
Maya shook her head. “The bottom is all mucky. Who wants to step in that?”
They were right. It was smelly and mucky.
Still, you could cool off in it.
“Looks fine to me,” Willy said. He was new to Kailua. His family had just moved to the islands from California.
