George, thanks a lot," Bill said. "I am so happy to have the kite back.
Now you may have a ride home on my bike.
I will run back to the lake and get it.
You wait here for me with the kite, but do not let it fly away."
George looked at the kite.
Then he took the string in his hand.
He knew he could not fly the kite in this wind, but maybe he could let it go up just a little bit.
George was curious.
He let the string go a little, and then a little more, and then a little more, and then a little more.
When Bill came back, there was no kite and there was no George.
"George!" he called.
"Where are you?"
Then he looked up.
There they were, way up in the sky!
Bill had to get help fast.
He would go to the man with the yellow hat.
The man would know what to do.
"George is not here," said the man with the yellow hat when Bill came.
"Have you seen him?"
"George and my kite are up in the sky near the lake," Bill shouted.
"I came to..."
But the man did not wait to hear any more.
He ran to his car and jumped in.
"I will get him back," he said.
"I must get George back."
All this time the wind took the kite up and George with it.
It was fun to fly about in the sky.
But when George looked down, the fun was gone.
He was up so high that all the big houses looked as little as bunny houses.
George did not like it a bit.
He wanted to get down, but how?
Not even a monkey can jump from the sky.
George was scared.
What if he never got back?
Maybe he would fly on and on and on.
Oh, he would never, never be so curious again, if just this one time he could find a way to get home.
Hummmmm—hummmmm.
What was that?
George could hear something, and then he saw something fly in the sky just like a kite.
It was a helicopter, and in the helicopter, hurrah, was the man with the yellow hat!
Down from the helicopter came a long line.
George got hold of it, and the man with the yellow hat pulled him up.
George held on to the kite, for he had to give it back to Bill.
"I am so happy to have you back, George," said the man with the yellow hat.
"I was scared, and you must have been scared too.
I know you will not want to fly a kite again for a long, long time.
You must give it back to Bill when we get home."
"Hurrah!" Bill shouted when George came to give him the kite.
"George is back, and my kite is back too!"
And then Bill took George by the hand and went with him into the little garden,
and from the little garden into the big garden, where the bunny house was.
"Here is one of my baby bunnies," Bill said.
"Take it, it is for you!"
A baby bunny for George!
George took it in his hands and held it way up.
It was HIS bunny now.
He could take it home with him.
And that is
what he
did.
Curious George
Learns the Alphabet
This is George.
He lived with his friend, the man with the yellow hat. He was a good little monkey, but he was always curious.
This morning George was looking at some of his friend's books. They were full of little black marks and dots and lines, and George was curious: what could one do with them?
The man with the yellow hat came just in time.
"You don't tear a book apart to find out what's in it," he said. "You READ it, George. Books are full of stories. Stories are made of words, and words are made of letters. If you want to read a story you first have to know the letters of the alphabet. Let me show you."
The man took a big pad and began to draw. George was curious.
"This is an A," the man said. "The A is the first letter of the alphabet."
A
Now we add four feet and a long tail—
and the A becomes an ALLIGATOR
with his mouth wide open.
The word ALLIGATOR starts with an A.
This is a big A. There is also a small a.
All letters come in big and in small.
This is a small a
It looks like a piece of an apple.
George knew alligators and apples.
You could eat apples. Alligators could
eat you if you didn't watch out.
This is a big B
The big B looks like a BIRD