The Smallest Player on the Team
The Smallest Player on the Team — an illustrated stories story. 10 illustrated pages, free to read on Wonder Books.
Page 1
The midday sun beat down on the baseball field as Miguel squinted, adjusting his oversized helmet. He was the smallest player on the Wildcats, and today was the tryout. Beside him, bouncing on the balls of her feet, was Sofia, his best friend. She was a natural athlete, all energy and confidence. "Ready to show them what you've got, Miguel?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face. He swallowed hard, his stomach doing flip-flops. "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. Just wish I was a little... bigger."
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Coach Ramirez, a towering figure with a booming voice, surveyed the hopefuls. "Alright, Wildcats!" he bellowed. "Let's see what you've got!" He started with batting practice. Miguel stepped up to the plate, bat feeling heavy in his hands. But, disaster! The first pitch whizzed past him. Strike one! The second was even faster. Strike two! He closed his eyes, picturing Sofia's encouraging smile. One more strike and he was out. This was his chance to prove he belonged, but his size felt like a giant obstacle.
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"Don't give up, Miguel!" Sofia yelled from the sidelines. Her voice cut through his fear. He opened his eyes, gripped the bat tighter, and focused. _Therefore_, he had to adjust his strategy. He remembered his grandpa's advice: "It's not about how big you are, it's about how smart you play." He decided to wait for the perfect pitch. Miguel whispered a thank you to his grandpa and settled his feet. He MUST do this, for himself and for his best friend. Time to prove to himself he could play!
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The pitcher wound up, and the ball came hurtling towards him. Miguel waited. It was high! Perfect. He swung with all his might. _Crack!_ The ball soared into the air, sailing over the heads of the outfielders. A collective gasp rose from the crowd. "Way to go, Miguel!" Sofia cheered, jumping up and down. But just then, a gust of wind caught the ball, sending it curving foul at the last second. So close!
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Coach Ramirez walked over to Miguel. "You've got a good eye, kid," he said, surprisingly gentle. "But you need to work on your power. See that tire over there?" He pointed to an old truck tire propped up against the fence. "Practice swinging at that. It'll build your strength." This was it, Miguel thought, his chance! He would train hard every single day. "Hitting that tire will make you stronger!" He vowed to make the team. "Thanks, Coach!" he said. "I'll do it!"
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Days turned into weeks. Miguel practiced relentlessly, swinging at the tire until his arms ached. He felt a little stronger, but he was still the smallest player. One afternoon, during fielding practice, a screaming line drive headed straight for him. He braced himself, but the ball zipped right through his legs! Everyone groaned. This was awful. _Therefore_, his original plan of just hitting harder wasn't working. He was still too small! A tear trickled down his cheek. How could he ever be good enough?
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Sofia ran over to him. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe hitting isn't your strength. What about your speed? You're super fast!" An idea sparked in Miguel's mind. He _therefore_ needed to utilize his speed. He started practicing stealing bases, sliding into home plate with lightning speed. Sofia helped him, timing his sprints and perfecting his slides. He and Sofia were going to turn things around!
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Finally, the day of the official team announcement arrived. Coach Ramirez posted the list. Sofia squeezed Miguel's hand as he scanned the names. His heart pounded. And then he saw it: Miguel Rodriguez... _Wildcats!_ A huge grin spread across his face. He had done it! This moment was proof that "It's not the size of the player, but the size of their heart that matters!" He jumped up and down, hugging Sofia.
Page 9
During the first game, the Wildcats were down by one run in the bottom of the ninth. Two outs. Miguel was on first base. He looked at Sofia in the stands, she gave him a knowing nod. He knew what to do. The pitcher wound up, Miguel took off, stealing second. Then, with a daring slide, he stole third! The crowd roared. The next batter hit a single, and Miguel sprinted home, sliding across the plate to score the winning run!
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The Wildcats swarmed Miguel, cheering and celebrating. He was no longer just the smallest player; he was a hero. He looked at Sofia, who gave him a thumbs-up and a huge smile. He realized that being small wasn't a weakness; it was part of what made him unique. He had learned that teamwork, practice, and believing in himself could overcome any obstacle. And most importantly, he knew he could count on his best friend, Sofia.
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- Audience: kids (ages 6–12)
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