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A Very Peaceful Jungle

Katie’s Jungle

By Vicky Manning

Katie ran into her room to play before supper.

Later her mother called her to come down for supper.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you riding your giraffe?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you reading on your tiger?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you swinging with your monkeys?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you jump roping with your snake?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you playing in the water with your hippo?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you dancing with your gorilla?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

“Katie, are you sliding down your elephant?” asked her mother.

Katie did not answer.

Katie’s mother tapped on her door.

When she opened the door all of Katie’s jungle pals were on the bed.

“Katie, where are you?” asked her mother.

Katie was sleeping in her kangaroo pouch with her baby zebra.

Good night Katie.

Good night Jungle.

THE END

Copyright © Vicky Manning

 

  • February 13th, 2017
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Life through the Eyes of a One-Year-Old

MARTIN REDMOND

By Rachel Johnson

Martin Redmond And The Wonderful “Terrible Twos”

Martin Redmond is one year old. His mom says he has the terrible twos.

Martin is smart. He’s hiding in the cabinet. No one can find him. Isn’t that a great hiding place?

Martin lives on a farm. The farm has pigs, rabbits, cows, horses, sheep, goats, and cats. Martin has a puppy he loves to play with.

Martin likes to ride his tricycle. See him ride down the road. Look. His mom is chasing him.

His mom always brings him home safe and sound. Martin is riding in the yard now. Don’t open the gate, or he’ll ride down the road.

Martin has four brothers. Sam, Ben, Stephen, and Ulysses. Martin’s brothers are older, and they like to play ball.

Martin wants to do EVERYTHING just like his brothers. He can throw the ball. Whoops!! The ball went backwards.

Now he sees his brothers jump on the trampoline. Martin wants to jump – just like his brothers.

See Martin jump. Look how high he goes!!

Martin’s dad and brothers are putting on their coats. They are going to feed hay to the cows. It’s cold outside with all the snow on the ground. But Martin wants to go.

See. Martin is feeding the cows. He’s sitting on top of the hay. He waves his hand.

Goodbye Martin Redmond. Goodbye.

Martin Redmond’s Bedtime

Martin had a fun day playing with his toys.

Now it’s time for Martin to go to bed.

First, he plays with dinosaurs in the bathtub.

Then, he brushes his teeth, puts on his pajamas, and climbs into bed to snuggle with his teddy bear.

Finally, his mom reads his favorite book to him and sings him a lullaby.

Shh. He’s asleep now.

Goodnight Martin Redmond. Goodnight.

Martin Redmond And The Corner

Martin Redmond is one and a half years old. His mom says he has the wonderful terrible twos.

Martin’s brother Ben is in trouble. Ben threw a ball in the house. “Go stand in the corner for timeout, Ben,” his dad says. Martin watches Ben stand in the corner.

Martin goes to Ben and says, “Corner.”

“Good boy, Martin,” his dad tells him. “That is the corner.”

Ben can leave the corner now. “Don’t throw balls in the house,” says his dad. When Ben leaves the corner, Martin yells, “GO CORNER! Go corner, Ben!”

So, Ben goes back to the corner. Then Martin says, “Okay. Come out now.”

Martin’s dad says, “Good Martin.”

Martin runs to his dad, points at him, and shouts, “YOU CORNER! YOU GO CORNER!”

“No! You go corner, Martin,” his dad teases him.

“NO! YOU CORNER! YOU CORNER DAD!” Martin yells. So, Martin’s dad goes to stand in the corner. Martin is very pleased with himself.

Martin’s mom walks into the room. Martin runs to her, shouting, “GO CORNER! GO CORNER MOM!” So his mom stands in the corner too.

Martin looks at his dad. He looks at his mom. “Okay. You come out now.” His mom and dad leave the corner.

“Martin corner!” says his dad.

Martin stands in the corner. He looks over his shoulder and asks, “I come out now?” His dad lets him leave the corner.

Martin sits on his dad’s lap. Martin is waiting for someone to come into the room. Then he will yell, “GO CORNER! GO CORNER NOW!”

Martin Redmond’s Birthday Cake

Martin Redmond is two years old today. His mom says he definitely has the terrible twos.

Martin’s mom made him a chocolate cake for his birthday party. The cake looks good. Yummy! Do you want a piece of cake? Martin does.

The cake is on the table ready for the party. Martin is sitting at the table with his mom and his brother Sam.

“Mom. I want some cake,” Martin says.

“No, Martin. Not until your party,” his mom tells him. Martin keeps looking at the cake. He is thinking about how to get some cake.

Martin turns to his brother. “Sam. I need a knife. Get me a knife.”

Sam tells him, “Sorry buddy. You can’t have any cake yet.” Martin looks at the cake again. He is still thinking.

Martin turns to Sam again, “Get me a fork. I need a fork.”

Sam laughs and asks, “Why do you need a fork, Martin?”

“Because I do,” Martin says.

His mom says, “Martin Redmond. You’ll just have to wait until later. You can’t have any cake right now!” So, Martin waits.

And waits.

And waits.

Martin finally gets to eat some cake at his birthday party. The cake is delicious.

Happy Birthday Martin Redmond. Happy Birthday!

Martin Redmond In Green Light Go! Red Light Stop!

Martin Redmond is two and a half years old. His mom says he has the wonderful terrible twos. STILL!!

Martin is riding in the car with his parents. He is looking out the window.

The car stops at a red light. Martin asks, “Why’re we stopping?”

“See the red light, Martin,” his mom says. “Red means stop.” The light turns green. His mom tells him, “See the light is green. We can go now.”

The car stops at another red light. Martin says, “BOO. It’s red. We stop now.” When the light turns green, Martin yells, “Yea! It’s green! We go now!”

On Saturday, Martin rides with his parents in the car again. The car stops at a red light. When the light turns green, Martin yells, “Yea! It’s green! We go now.”

His mom says, “Good, Martin. You remembered!”

Martin yells, “Yea for me! I remember! It’s green! We go now! Yea for me!!”

Martin Redmond And The Baby

            Martin’s mom went to the hospital to have a baby. They named the baby Amanda. Shh. Amanda is sleeping in her mother’s arms. Be very quiet.

Martin went to the hospital to visit his mom and see his baby sister for the first time.

See how pretty Martin’s baby sister is!

Look. Martin gets to hold her when he sits in the chair.

Martin has to go home with his dad now.

The next day Martin’s mom comes home with Amanda. Martin wants his mom to hold him too.

Several days later Martin asks his mom and dad, “When do we give the baby back to the doctor?”

Martin’s mom and dad each give him a long hug. “We love you, Martin. And we love your baby sister, so she’s going to stay with us. Ok.”

Martin thinks for awhile. Then he leaves the room.

When Martin returns, he hands Amanda his favorite toy. Look! Amanda is smiling at the truck.

Martin kisses his baby sister for the first time.

Martin Redmond And The Mirror

Martin’s dad is dressing up to go to work. See how nice his dad looks. His dad teases Martin’s brothers. “Don’t I look sharp?” he asks.

His dad looks in the mirror. Martin watches. His dad leaves for work.

Martin goes to the mirror and looks at himself.

He smiles.

He nods.

Then Martin goes to the room where his brothers are sitting. He waits until everyone looks at him.

Martin says, “I looked in the mirror, and I think I’m cute.”

Copyright © Rachel Johnson

 

  • February 12th, 2017
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A Very Special Birthday

NIGHTLIGHTS

By Kate Appleyard

Liam glanced at the boy. Why did he pick on him? Life seemed to throw nothing but obstacles lately, and today was his seventh birthday. Not so long ago he had high hopes for this day. Now it turned out to be probably one of the worst of his life.

Mum had done her best to make breakfast different, but somehow the lighted blue candle stuck in a toasted muffin had done nothing for him. They had given him a pretty cool metal scooter, but there would be no party.

“ If you got no friends, you got no guests. And if you got no guests, a birthday cake is a waste of money. Let’s face it, you want people to watch you blow out the candles.”

Dad had a way of saying things, but he was right.

” Are you too dumb to talk or just slow,” the bully kept on digging, giving Liam no chance to answer.

“ Oooooh, I got it! You just know when it’s wise to shut up.”

Liam managed not to show his hurt, but it was a close thing.

“Everyone back to class,” Miss Pinters, the new form teacher, hollered.

“ I do believe there’s a birthday boy amongst us, “ she embarrassed him minutes later, looking straight at him.

“ Er – yes!”

Liam’s face began to burn, especially when he realised the others pretended he did not exist. He would not forget this day in a hurry, he was not even surprised when his tormentor had another go during the last break.

“ Got a birthday. S’pose your party will be a real howler?”

Liam blinked, but did not say a thing. What was there to say? In the end the boy shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Home again, Liam had supper and watched television, feeling very glum. Come bed-time mum kissed him, prattling on that soon things would be better.

“It takes time to make new friends when you move house,” she kept on, but he scoffed and went to bed. Glad to be alone, he tuned off the light, pushed a corner of the duvet into his mouth and cried until his eyes burned. That’s when he heard the voice. It was only a murmur, but it was there.

You rang a bell

In your mind, I can tell.

You want a friend

In your life, I am sent.

In the shadows of the nightlight, he saw a little figure on the edge of his bed. Shocked and confused, he stared until curiosity got the better of him.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?”

Big, soft eyes looked at him and a gentle smile tried to give cheer.

“Don’t be frightened. I am a Zoobie and I came to be your friend. That’s what we Zoobies do.”

“Sure could do with one,” Liam said bitterly. “How come I’ve never heard of you?”

“There are many things you’ve never heard of and even more you don’t understand.”

Well, Liam was not prepared to argue and any friend was better then none. So he talked and talked until his eyes dropped and the Zoobie whispered.

There’s a very old man who lives on the moon

He’s guarding a million sheep.

He’s got an old lamp, which when night does fall

Light’s up the world that’s asleep.

Every once in a while, when he’s working hard

The wind blows out the light.

But don’t you worry, just keep counting sheep

Tomorrow the world will be right.

The next morning found him tired and confused. The Zoobie was walking round and round in his head, but he knew it had not been a dream. Dreams did not last. They only left memories, and the Zoobie had told him he would be back, leaving only one condition.

“ Don’t tell of me, or I can’t return.”

“Never,” Liam had promised fervently.

He could barely wait for the following night and sure enough the hushed, comforting voice was back. What a precious friend the Zoobie turned out to be, always ready to have a laugh or listen to his troubles.

Slowly Liam began to settle at school, even making friends with Brett and Paul, two boys in his class. Life was on the up and mum seeing the change in him asked for an explanation.

“ I – well, I – Liam spluttered – and that’s when he told her about the Zoobie.

“A Zoobie, you silly article. That’s about as real as the fairies. There was a lilt of laughter in her voice and Liam bit his lip, realising what he had done.

Was it all over? Would he see the Zoobie again?

In the Nightlight, the shapes in his room looked menacing, but he never noticed. Dark, woolly clouds were spitting out long strings of rain against his windows, but he never heard.

“C’mon Zoobie, show yourself,” he urged with a deep, shuddering breath.

But no such luck, it was over, he was alone again. Swallowing hard, he sat up in bed and stroked the place where his friend so often had sat.

Alone, no, not quite. Now he had new friends who loved playing with him. Come to think of it, his future looked very much brighter.

Copyright © Kate Appleyard

  • February 11th, 2017
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Not the Same Old Witch Story

THE MAGIC CIRCLE

by Kate Appleyard

The five woman sitting around the table ready to start the meeting, were waiting. They had come from far away and all were rich and had some frightening powers. At the moment they were happy to relax in London’s Hilton hotel.

Room number thirteen was exclusively reserved for them, and they were watching yew and pine logs crackling in a large, open fire place.

There was a golden tripod in the centre of the fire which held some bubbling liquid. The walls around them were covered with bookshelves holding Latin books and some in even more ancient languages. Near an open window, on a marble table, stood the carved figure of a strange beast surrounded by flowers.

All the woman were beautiful in different ways and all wore sparkling jewels and long, black dresses.

One of them, Wanda, fashioned a deep red jewel on a heavy gold chain and somehow she stood out. Studying papers through a thin, golden pair of spectacles, she represented the leader of the coven. Ever so often, she threw an angry look towards the clock on the mantel piece.

The room was getting cooler and Cleo, who was used to tropical heat, stood up and put another log onto the fire. She helped herself to a goblet of wine and watched the bubbles rise and disappear like sea spray.

As the clock chimed midnight, the witches jumped up when with a hissing sound a young girl on a broomstick swished into the room, looking extremely embarrassed. It took a while before she freed her skirt, which had wrapped itself around the broom.

“I ‘m so sorry for being late. I actually left quite early, but my bicycle broke down. My spell did not work either, so I had to go home and borrow my aunt Tilda’s broomstick.” She avoided looking at them and coughed with embarrassement.

Wanda shook her head. She knew all about Ginny’s spells; that was precisely why they were meeting. She gave the girls a serious look when she saw her giggle. Ginny was nothing but a bad sample of a new generation of witches. Fancy using a broomstick, with the second Millenium on the calendar. It just was’nt not done any more, not when there were planes, boats and lovely, fast black cars.

“ It has taken a hundred years to lose that old image, but you seem to be happy to carry on as if we were still living in the middle ages”.

“ We also do no longer throw disgusting things into cauldrons,” mumbled Kristall from America, who managed a successful fast food chain.

“That will, of course, not prevent us from doing what we’re suppose to do,” Zaza from Transylvania remarked.

Her voice sounded sinister and Ginny began to move uneasily, despite trying hard to stay cheerful. Fancy cars and fashionable clothes meant little to her. She preferred jeans and T-shirts, which suited her life in the small village where she lived with her aunt.

Her animals and the beautiful garden were all that mattered to her, but she realised she was an embarassment to the others.

“Just look at yourself. You don’t seem to realize that you represent a very old profession. Why don’t you try to learn and use your powers as we do and get rid of that silly broomstick,” Gigi from France asked her.

“Not only that, travel and meet people, widen your horizon,” Inga from Sweden told her.

Gigi nodded, and in the soft candle light, her chestnut coloured hair gleamed.

Wanda stared coldly at Tina and began to talk again.

“I have had you watched for some time now. Wherever you go, there is harmony and not once did you create a bad spell.”

Her voice became edgy and Ginny swallowed hard, hearing the evil. The jewel on Wanda’s chest flashed briefly and she saw a black bird chased by a white dove. The image came and disappeared within seconds.

“ We no longer believe you are one of us,” Wanda jeered. “In fact, I believe you are a white witch”.

“A white witch. So that’s why I forget spells,” Ginny thought with a happy glow inside her. “That’s why people liked me.”

She stood up slightly shaky.

“Well, Ladies, I don’t really know what to say. But I think I’d better go home, fancy me being a white witch.”

The faces around her froze with rage, and suddenly, Wanda, seething with hatred, jumped up to throw the broomstick into the fire.

Ginny moved like lightening, grabbed the broom and jumped onto it. She murmured a spell and in a blinding flash shot like a rocket out of the window.

The sky over London looked dark and frightening, but soon she was safe in her aunt’s cottage where Ben the dog and Rubbletip her cat were waiting.

THE END

Copyright © Kate Appleyard

  • February 10th, 2017
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A Cute Little Puppy Finds a Home

Mitzi Finds A Home

By Sylvester Allred

During the spring of the year in a small town in the great big State of Texas, a

litter of four puppies was born.

At first the puppies could not open their eyes.

The puppies stumbled when they tried to walk.

Over the next few weeks the puppies began to see the world around them and when they gained strength in their legs, they started to run and play.

One day when the puppies were old enough, people came to see them.

Some of the people just looked at the puppies.

Some of the children who came with the adult people even picked the puppies up and petted them.

Gradually people adopted three of the puppies.

The fourth one, named Mitzi, remained.

Mitzi was a very tiny puppy with big brown eyes

She heard people say, “Oh how cute you are, but I want a big dog.”

Each day she lay on the porch enjoying the sunlight on her fur coat.

She wished so much that a person would not care that she was small and would say, “Come home with me.”

Mitzi’s coat was mostly white with a few brown patches on her face, back and tail.

Mitzi also had black spots sprinkled on her white coat.

Her tail was long and pointed at the end.

Mitzi wagged her tail whenever anyone came close to the porch.

Her brown ears stood up when she heard any sound.

Days went by and no one came to adopt her.

One day another dog came by the porch where Mitzi lived.

The dog came close to Mitzi and several fleas jumped from the dog to Mitzi’s coat.

That night she did not sleep much because she was scratching her coat where the fleas

were biting her.

The next day a big delivery truck came to the house where she lived.

The truck driver asked the lady who lived in the house, “Whose puppy is that?

She told the man that the puppy was the last one of a litter of puppies and no one seemed to want her because she was so small.

The woman asked the man to take the tiny puppy with him.

The man agreed that the puppy was very small but he was looking for a big dog.

Mitzi watched as the man left and drove the big delivery truck away.

That night the man told his wife about the tiny puppy that lived on a porch.

He told her that this puppy was so small that he could hold it in the palm of his hand.

His wife thought that he was making up the story.

He said, “Let’s drive out to the house and I will show you.”

It was late in the evening when the man and his wife, finally reached the house where Mitzi lived.

Mitzi was asleep on the porch exactly where the man had last seen her.

Her white tail began to wag and her brown ears stood up.

She did not bark.

The man’s wife saw Mitzi and immediately picked her up.

She said, “You are going home with us, little puppy. I want a small dog just like you.”

When they got home late that evening, Mitzi received her first bath. The fleas were washed away.

Her coat was clean and shiny.

That night Mitzi slept in a box lined with soft towels.

The next morning when she awoke Mitzi could not climb out of her box.

The man reached into the box and placed Mitzi on the floor next to two bowls.

One bowl contained dog food and the other fresh clean water.

Mitzi ate and drank.

She stretched and followed the man outside.

The man quickly went up the steps to a porch calling Mitzi to follow him.

Mitzi was so small that she could not climb the steps.

The man went back and picked Mitzi up and took her to the porch.

Mitzi found a huge spot of sunshine.

She lay down and curled up into a ball and went sound asleep.

Mitzi had found a home.

The End

Copyright © 2005, Sylvester Allred

  • February 9th, 2017
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Six-Year-Olds Can Be Very Curious

PENELOPE P. PURDY

By Nancy Cucinotta

Penelope P. Purdy was the sweetest, little thing. She had the bluest eyes, and the silkiest,brown wavy hair. Everyone loved her, and she loved everyone, too.

The perky, six-year old thought everything in life was one big whoop. Why, the little angel would laugh at EVERYTHING. She had a silly, giggly, girly laugh. That’s why everyone loved Penelope.

Her laugh would start at the tip of her little toes, and go up, up, up to the inside of her nose. Why, if you looked real hard, you could even see happy bubbles all around her angelic, little face. The bubbles would float in the air, especially when she laughed.

She had a lot of questions for a six-year old, a whole bunch of them. People would tell her she was cute as a button, and smart as a whip. This really set the giggle bubbles coming up from the tippy, top of her toes.

She really was quite puzzled at this one. Her brain was whirling around doing cartwheels. She tried to unscramble this in her brain.

“Mommy, how can I be as cute as a button?” She said. “I don’t think buttons are cute at all.” This statement set off her toes and then the whole gigglefest began, bubbles and all.”I think buttons are ugly.” She protested. “They are hard and round and have two holes to breathe.” Well, in a way, the little darling was right.

It didn’t end there you see. Well, how could it, Penelope being so clever and all.

“Mommy, why do people say I am smart as a whip?” Are whips smart? Anyway, what is a whip??” She thought very long and very hard about that one. Humph, her brain was really, really tired.

She did remember going on a whip at a carnival. It was not very smart, as far as she could remember. It was very fast, and very twirly. In fact it was so fast and twirly, Penelope’s lunch (hot dogs and cotton candy), jumped right out of her stomach. Yep, that’s what really happened.

Why she didn’t think that dumb ol whip was very bright at all. She loved her lunch and wanted to keep it. Oh well, grown-ups really made her brain a fuddly, muddly mess. They seemed to have a language all their own.

The doorbell rang and brought Penelope back to earth with a thud. Why it was Grandma and Grandpa Purdy.

“There’s the light of my life,” Grandma Purdy said.

Uh, oh, there was another gigglefest starting to come up from Penelope’s big toe, she could feel it.

Now, what was grandma even talking about? Was Penelope made of electric? Did she glow and not even know it? She ran to the mirror to look. She thought her head would look like and electric light bulb, she really did. Whew! What a relief! She looked like regular, old Penelope. She did have a teeny, little worried look on her face. It looked like the happy bubbles were getting jammed in her nose. They wanted to come out, they really did. I think Grandma Purdy scared them, well just a little.

This was starting to be a very trying day in Penelope’s life. A thought kept bouncing back and forth in Penelope’s brain. She had a very important question to ask. Why it was the most humungous question she ever had before.

Penelope was feeling quite shy. Her happy bubbles were napping, or so it seemed. The air and the room was quite frazzly.

“Well, here goes,.” she thought.

“Grandma Purdy, I have a big question to ask you?”

“What is it the apple of my eye.”

Penelope’s brain needed a long vacation, it really did. It could not take much more. What were all of these grown-ups jabbering about. What was this apple thing, anyway.

“Well, Grandma, I know my middle initial is the same as yours. but I really don’t know what my middle name is. What does the P stand for?”

Grandma said uh hum a few times. She was trying to clear her throat.

The P stands for, the P stands for, uh well, dear, my middle name is Prudence and, therefore, so is yours.

Penelope’s happy bubbles almost collapsed inside of her toes, and all the way up to her nose. They were in deep shock.

Now, how could the happy girl laugh now. No, really this was quite serious. Prudence was about the silliest, stupidest, ugliest name on the planet. Don’t you think so, too??

Penelope and her happy bubbles were speechless. What was she going to do now??

Then, Penelope’s brain started to tingle and jingle. It was really waking up. And, she felt her big toe tingle and jingle, too. Soon, her nose felt all funny. There all over the room were the beautiful, bright, floaty, happy bubbles. Why they were everywhere. They were all different colors and shapes. They were soooooooooo BEAUTIFUL!!!

Penelope laughed and laughed and laughed. Her heart was floating right along with all of the happy bubbles. “Prudence, what a silly name, now I really have something to laugh about.” And she did. She laughed so hard and so loud she almost scared the happy bubbles. But, most of them stuck around to share the fun. What a great day today turned out to be.

THE END

Copyright © Nancy Cucinotta

  • February 8th, 2017
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Everybody Wins in This Short Story

A HOLE-IN-ONE

by Brenda Silsbe

It was Ben’s birthday. Ben was seven.

Ben and four friends played mini-golf.

Matt got a hole-in-one.

Chris got a hole-in-one.

Jon got a hole-in-one.

Nick got a hole-in-one.

Ben did not get a hole-in-one. Ben was sad.

They came to the dinosaur hole.

Ben hit the ball.

The ball went up a tall tail, down a long neck, between four big legs and into a large mouth.

“Where is the ball?” asked Matt.

“Behind the head,” said Chris.

“Here it is!” cried Jon and Nick, looking down.

Hole-in-one!

Copyright © Brenda Silsbe

  • February 6th, 2017
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A Story That Will Warm Your Heart

Gigi and Grandmother Molly

by Barbara Smith Chatam

 

Gigi was a fussy white Terrier with bells on her collar.

She lived in the big house with the family.

Gigi was company for Grandmother Molly. Grandmother Molly was 75 years old.

Gigi and Grandmother Molly were best friends.

Grandmother Molly trained Gigi when she was a puppy.

Gigi was Grandmother Molly’s alarm clock.

Gigi reminded Grandmother Molly when it was time to take her medicine.

She barked to the sound of the Grandfather clock.

It chimed twelve times at noon.

Her bark told Grandmother Molly it was time she took her medicine.

Gigi had been Grandmother Molly’s alarm clock for a long time.

One day, Grandmother Molly lost her medicine.

Grandmother Molly needed glasses but Gigi’s eyes helped her in seeing.

They were friends bumping around in the house together as she hummed the tune, “Amazing Grace.”

Gigi’s bells jingled. She sniffed the floors as they walked.

Grandmother Molly hummed.

Suddenly, Gigi smelled something. It was Grandmother Molly’s medicine.

Grandmother Molly looked on the floor of the kitchen.

Gigi had found the medicine near the water bowl and food dish.

Grandmother Molly dropped the medicine when she fed the dog.

Grandmother Molly took Gigi for walks around the big yard.

Gigi always ran for the morning paper in the flowerbed.

Gigi brought the newspaper to Grandmother Molly.

Sunday morning’s newspaper was large.

One morning the newspaper was not in the flowerbed.

Gigi looked and looked.

Gigi found the newspaper behind a tree.

She brought it to Grandmother Molly.

Grandmother Molly rewarded Gigi with a bone. Gigi took it from her hand.

Gigi did tricks for Grandmother Molly. The tricks made Grandmother Molly smile.

When Gigi rolled over, she looked like a barrel. Her legs were very

short.

Gigi had one ear up and one ear down. They flopped up and down, backward and forward when she ran.

During the night, Gigi slept quietly near Grandmother Molly.

When Grandmother Molly awoke, she found Gigi beside her.

Gigi jumped and barked so Grandmother Molly would play with her.

Grandmother Molly played with Gigi. She showed her LOVE, and Gigi wagged her tail, jumped and barked.

Grandmother Molly began humming the tune, “Amazing Grace! How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me!”

Copyright © Barbara Smith Chatham

  • February 5th, 2017
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A Silly Story with a Serious Moral

HUGO, THE BOASTFUL BALLOON HUGO

By Andis Sergejevs

There once lived a comedian, an entertainer. He had a talking balloon named Hugo. The comedian was well known in the vicinity but the balloon was famous in the whole country. Hugo told better jokes than his master. When the comedian told jokes people gathered to listen by the tens but when the balloon told jokes people gathered to listen by the hundreds.

Every day the comedian worked diligently and hard to make a living but the balloon at the same time was peacefully hovering and resting in the sun.

Late night after the day of hard work the comedian would sit down by his desk to write down new jokes. Sometimes when coming home very tired/exhausted he would lie down on his bed and immediately fall asleep. But the balloon after spending the days in relaxation, his head light, would easily write down merry and funny thoughts.

So Hugo knowing no sorrow would hover the whole day boasting about how many different jokes he knew. But as it usually happens we reap what we sow.

Then one day Hugo had attracted several hundred listeners. He merrily jumped up and said: “Now I will tell you my latest jokes.”

But suddenly… Bang! Hugo hit a branch.

“I will tell you… tell you… oh no!” he exclaimed, “I have forgotten everything!” Everyone was waiting for the latest jokes of Hugo but none was coming. And the disappointed listeners dispersed/scattered.

However Hugo was boastful by nature. In order to attract the listeners the balloon was now jumping twice as high. Hugo managed to rally his many listeners and he was again very proud. And he was very boastful.

One day Hugo chose a place up on a high tree. He thought to himself: “Everyone will now be able to see and hear me.” He soared to the top of the tree and began to shout: “New jokes, good jokes!”

He got carried away and did not notice that it was a pine tree. It had big and long needles. Hugo bounced off them a couple of times/hit the needles a couple of times and suddenly… bang! he burst open and all his jokes scattered in the wind.

That was the fate of the boaster who wanted to brag. Some say that if you catch the wind you will know as many jokes as Hugo knew. But so far no one has ever caught the wind.

 

  • February 4th, 2017
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A Short Story about Grandma’s Garden

Grandma’s Colorful Garden

By Jessica Figueroa

I like to go to grandma’s house. I help her in her garden. First we put on our garden gloves, and then we can turn the soil. There are lots of brown worms in the soil. Grandma says worms help to turn the soil to make our jobs a little easier. Grandma is very smart. Then I plant little white seeds so that more azaleas can grow. They are so blue just like grandma’s eyes. Then grandma lets me water the marigolds. They are yellow and orange just like my garden gloves. I like to watch the brown caterpillars climb the green stems of the tulips. The tulips are bright yellow and red and so pretty. My favorite parts of grandma’s garden are the roses. Grandma always makes me a bouquet of the red, pink and yellow roses to take home. They smell very good. Sometimes I see purple butterflies flying over grandma’s colorful garden. When I grow up I want a garden just like grandmas’.

Copyright © Jessica Figueroa

  • February 3rd, 2017
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