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This a Blog for kids. Heather Leigh is the author and I (Judy Ziegler) am the illustrator. These are short, fun stories.
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Queen Sydney was furious!
“What is that…that THING doing in my castle? Get it out of here!” barked the queen.
“You said you wanted a princess to play with. She is the one you ordered from the catalogue,” answered her loyal servant, Hildegard.
Queen Sydney poked the princess with her nose.
“Do you even have a name?” she asked the princess.
The princess lowered her head to the floor.
“Princess Clementine,” she growled.
The puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out of the room.
“Princess Clementine, come here!” howled the queen. She and Hildegard ran after the puppy.
The princess galloped:
over the red carpet,
across the ballroom floor,
around the courtyard,
and through the kitchen.
By the time they caught up, Princess Clementine had wolfed down,
“My food! You’ve eaten my entire bowl of doggie treats!” wailed the queen.
Again, the princess lowered her head to the floor.
“Hildegard, off with the puppy’s tail!” snarled Queen Sydney.
And again, the puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out of the room. Queen Sydney and Hildegard followed:
through the kitchen,
up the stairs,
along the red carpet,
and behind the throne.
Queen Sydney heard RIP! SCRATCH! POUND!
“My toys! You’ve chewed my favorite squeaky fluffy stuffed animal octopus!” yowled the queen.
The puppy lowered her head.
“Hildegard, bite that puppy’s neck!” gruffed Queen Sydney.
And again, the puppy pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out of the room. Queen Sydney and Hildegard followed:
around the throne,
over a water dish,
down some steps,
and into the royal bedchambers.
Queen Sydney saw,
“My bed! You’ve destroyed my royal soft, lumpy, cushy doggie bed!” bayed Queen Sydney.
Queen Sydney and Hildegard snuggled on the remains of the doggie bed. Princess Clementine nestled in beside them. Queen Sydney sniffed the rear end of the princess.
“Humphff!! You don’t even smell like a princess! What is that disgusting scent?” barked the queen.
“The humans made me take a bath before they would let me meet you,” whimpered the princess.
“Ah, yes, the humans. They have no respect for doggie odors,” yapped the queen.
The princess wagged her tail.
“Want to play?” asked Princess Clementine.
“Well, you do need to get rid of that nasty clean scent. Hildegard, guide us to the Royal Mud Pond at once!”
Hildegard pounced up, leapt in a circle, and raced out of the room. Queen Sydney and Princess Clementine followed:
past the Palace Guards,
under the drawbridge,
along the moat,
and in front of the mud pond.
SPLASH! CRASH! WHISH! Was heard through out the land.
Queen Sydney, Princess Clementine, and Hildegard pounced, leapt and raced in and out of the thick, yucky, gooey mud.
When they were covered in gunk, and smelled like wet dog fur, Queen Sydney ordered, “Hildegard, prepare the Royal Bones! We shall have a welcoming feast for Princess Clementine!”
“WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!” woofed the dogs.
Queen Sydney, Princess Clementine and Hildegard licked and sniffed and nipped. They raced away for a night of doggie fun.
Because that is what the queen ordered.
Santa’s reindeer disagreed on where to go for their yearly vacation. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, and Donner wanted to go to a warm and sunny beach. But Blitzen had his heart set on seeing penguins in the South Pole.
“Snow, snow, snow. All we see is snow. We need warm beaches,” said the group.
“But penguins are the cutest animals ever!” said Blitzen.
Santa overheard them arguing. After telling him what the problem was, Santa lay his finger aside of his nose and laughed so hard his belly shook.
“But you can go to Brazil! They have penguins on the beach.”
The reindeer looked at each other.
“Um, okay, Santa, thanks for your input. We’ll just be going now,” said Dasher.
They sauntered away and Dancer said, “All those milk and cookies have gone to his head. He has gone totally crazy.”
“Penguins on a beach. Wow, where did he come up with such a silly idea?” said Prancer.
While they went to play reindeer games, Vixen snuck away to her computer. Within minutes she had made a discovery. She soared back to her friends.
“Listen up! Santa is right. There really are penguins on the beaches of Brazil.”
The reindeer looked at each other again.
“Then what are we waiting for? To Brazil it is!” said Comet.
Reindeer pack light, so they were ready to go the next morning. It was time for lunch when they came to a landing at a Brazilian beach.
“Sand is hot and gruffy on my hooves. I love it!” Cupid said.
The reindeer lay on their backs and scratched their fur in the sand.
“What are you doing?” cried Blitzen. “We have to find those penguins!”
“But we want to play first,” said Donner.
“Wheeze! Well, I am off to discover penguins,” said Blitzen.
And he stomped off to find the cute black and white birds.
Blitzen searched all along the coast. He looked in beach caves, galloped around meadows, and even flew over the nearest town. There were no penguins anywhere!
He slumped back to his friends.
As he rounded the bend, he could hear singing and laughter. And there to his wondering eyes did appear, seven reindeer and eight penguins!
A penguin was teaching Dasher how to run, jump and slide on his belly in the shallow sand.
Another was showing Dancer how to float on her back; with her long legs, it didn’t work too well.
Prancer was diving off a boat dock with a penguin buddy. Prancer is a great diver, but no one can compete with a penguin.
Vixen had a penguin on her back and they were chasing waves. The penguin kept yelling, “Ride ‘em cowboy. Woo hoo!”
Comet and his new friend were rolling down sand dunes. The penguin was doing an excellent job with his roly-poly body.
Cupid and Donner were playing Frisbee with two penguins. The penguins were surprisingly good with their short flipper arms.
As Blitzen was watching his friends play, a penguin waddled over to him.
“You must be Blitzen. Your friends told us about you. Want to learn how to surf?”
“Surf? With a penguin? Wow, this is the best vacation ever invented,” said Blitzen.
When Blitzen stood up on his surfboard, all of his friends cried out, “Yey, Blitzen! Hanging four!”
So next time you go to a beach, be on the lookout for reindeer and penguins. Because who knows where they will vacation next.
Clemy and Trog were tugging at their leash on their daily walk.
“What is going on, you two? Why are you pulling me?” questioned Heidi, their owner.
The dogs stopped pulling when they met their dog friend, Terry, who was owned by Billy.
“Terry, what are you doing here?” Heidi asked the small tan and grey dog. “And where is Billy?”
Heidi and her friend, Billy, often met in the park to let their dogs play together. But today, he was nowhere to be seen. Bending down to pet the cheerful terrier with the tiny wagging tail, her dogs jerked at their leashes—again!
“Whoa, what the heck?” cried Heidi as Trog and Clemy surged forward and started running.
Terry decided to join in with the scampering dogs and even raced ahead of them!
The dogs were pulling Heidi so hard, that she had no choice but to hold on to the leashes for the ride. And what a ride she had! They ran down the street passing sixteen people, five stores, and three fire hydrants. The dogs even lunged right past the ice cream shop that served them free treats!
“Where are you going?” shouted a fellow dog-walking friend.
“I don’t know! They must be chasing something!” yelled Heidi.
They ran three entire blocks before Heidi saw something orange and furry scurry in to the park.
The pack of dogs rushed toward the creature--
ZIP! ZOOM! ZIP!
--dashing and darting.
Heidi could just make out a blur of dog friends as she was dragged onward. Squirrels scampered up into the trees and chattered at the group for disturbing their quiet day. A group of sparrows searching for worms fluttered out of the way of the stampeding animals.
“Hello, friends! Sorry squirrels! Excuse us, sparrows!” cried Heidi as she ran.
Just as suddenly as Heidi had been pulled into running, the dogs stopped the chase. The stop was so abrupt that she ran
SMACK!
into Billy.
Pushed in to a tree, Billy cried, “Whoa!”
Heidi still had her hands clutched to the leash. Whatever the orange thing was that the dogs had been chasing must have ran up into the tree. The dogs circled around the tree.
BARK! WOOF! BARK! WOOF!
Their leash circled around Billy and Heidi, tying them to the trunk. They were completely tangled together!
“This is sure a funny way to meet,” said Billy.
“Our dogs seem to have gone crazy,” answered Heidi.
Heidi and Billy carefully unwound the leashes and stepped away from the tree.
“Clemy, Trog, and Terry what were you chasing?” Heidi asked.
“I think they were chasing our newest pet,” offered Billy.
“Woof woof!” Terry agreed.
Heidi peered up into the tree and saw some fluffy orange fur.
“We were trying to come up with a name for him, when he ran out of our house,” said Billy.
“Well, I think he has named him self--Chase,” declared Heidi.
Chase must have agreed. Down the tree climbed an orange striped cat.
“So you are what all of the fuss was about,” said Heidi.
“No more running away,” Billy told Chase.
“Meow,” agreed Chase.
“Let’s go to my house for dog treats, milk for Chase, and cookies for us,” said Billy.
“Sounds good to me,” answered Heidi.
“Woof, bark, woof,” agreed the dogs.
They turned to walk to Billy’s house, with Chase chasing behind them.
Kids, this is your chance to tell the story. What is happening in this picture?
You get to make up the whole story.
BOOM! CRASH! SMASH!
“Oh my crocking goodness! What is happening?!” cries Momma Croc. “I think the world is being eaten by giant lizards!” yells Little Hatchling.
“Well, it’s over now,” says Poppa Croc, as everything calms down in their river home.
Poppa puts the green plant back on the table. Momma picks up the teacup from the floor. Little Hatchling puts the lamp back in place.
They all go to the window to see what caused the noise and commotion. They see the river flowing gently all around them.
“Everything looks crocodile dandy,” says Momma.
“No reason to get green about anything,” says Poppa.
“Hmmm, I’m not so sure,” says Little Hatchling.
That night, Little Hatchling decides to sleep in her parent’s room.
“In case that noise comes again, I want to make sure you are not scared,” she tells her parents.
They all fall asleep to the sound of the soothing river.
Just when the sun is lighting up their home, the Crocodile Family once again hears:
BOOM! CRASH! SMASH!
“Oh, no! Everything is not crocodile dandy,” says Momma.
“There is a reason to get green, now,” says Poppa.
“We better go outside and have a really good look around. But let’s be careful. What ever is out there might have REALLY big teeth!” says Little Hatchling.
After getting dressed, the Crocodile Family ventures out into the river. They float down the river and don’t see anything with big teeth.
Then they swim up the river and see this:
“Beaver! What are you doing?” cries Poppa.
“You are making a racket as loud as snapping jaws!” says Momma.
“And you scared my parents,” says Little Hatchling.
“Well, me and my big teeth. I’m so sorry. I’ve been trying to build a dam,” explains Beaver.
Little Hatchling swims over to the dam.
“Hey, it’s full of tasty fish!” she says.
“Yes, but every time I put the dam together, it keeps breaking,” says Beaver.
“So that is what the noise is that's been bothering us,” declares Poppa.
“You need your dam to catch fish, and we need a quiet crocodile home,” says Momma.
“This is quite a problem to seek our teeth into,” says Beaver.
Beaver and the Crocodile Family shoot water through their teeth and think about what to do.
“Hey, I have an growling good idea! We learned how to make dams in school. I could help you fix your dam,” offers Little Hatchling.
“If you do that, you and your family could have all the fish you could eat!”
“It’s a deal!” shouts Little Hatchling.
So Little Hatchling shows Beaver how to fix his dam.
That night, the Crocodile Family and Beaver have a wonderful dinner of tasty fish. And the evening is as smooth as a crocodile’s tooth.
Nobody in the Pig family liked bath time, but Alexander Pig was the biggest complainer. He would snort, shudder, and oink about his unhappiness every time he saw the bath barrel coming out of the barn.
His brother, Bernard, would try to hide beneath Farmer Dell’s feet. This did not work. The farmer always found him and plopped Bernard into the bath barrel.
His sister, Caroline, would beg and plead and whine to get out of bath time. That didn’t work, either. She was also washed.
Alexander Pig thought that the water was too hot, too cold, or not deep enough. Farmer Dell always got water in Alexander’s ears and that made them itch. His snout tickled as the water dripped into his nose. The farmer scrubbed Alexander’s skin too hard, pulled his tail, and got soap in his eyes. And Alexander especially did not like the way he smelled so clean at the end of the bath. Yuck!!! Alexander wanted to smell like mud, not clean pig.
Then one day Farmer Dell’s niece came to visit. Her name was Elizabeth. When she saw the barrel being taken out of the barn for bath time, she asked if she could give the Pig Family their baths. Farmer Dell agreed.
“Oh, no!” cried Alexander to his brother and sister. “She will get the water too cold, make my ears itchy, and tickle my snout. This will be the worst bath ever! This is terrible!”
So Alexander Pig snorted and grunted and ran in circles. He complained as loud as he could. But nobody listened. Bath time was coming.
Elizabeth put bubble bath into the tub. She tested the water to make sure it was warm; not too hot and not too cold. She put in just enough water so that the pigs would be able to stick their heads out of the water.
“Hmm, well, she will probably scrub too hard,” said Alexander Pig.
His sister, Caroline, went first.
“Is she hurting you?” asked Alexander.
“No, actually it feels good,” answered Caroline.
“Guess since I have to, I’ll go next,” said Alexander. “Might as well get it over with.”
So when Caroline was taken out of the barrel, Alexander stood next to it and waited for the dreadful bath.
Elizabeth gently helped Alexander into the barrel. She put in more warm water and added more bubble bath. He kept quiet and hoped she would not brush his ears too hard.
The brush Elizabeth used was soft and she scrubbed Alexander just the perfect amount. Elizabeth did not get any drippy water in his ears or snout. She curled her finger around his tail and never pulled it. When she put the shampoo on him, it smelled like grapes. Alexander loved grapes!
When Alexander was taken out of the bath barrel, he complained.
“I wasn’t done, yet!” Alexander snorted.
Elizabeth laughed. Then she looked for Bernard.
Bernard was sitting right next to her feet, waiting for his turn. Elizabeth placed Bernard into the warm soapy water.
“Uncle Dell, I can come every week and give the Pig Family their bath,” said Elizabeth.
“Great idea, Elizabeth,” agreed Farmer Dell.
Alexander was a very happy pig, who happened to smell like clean grapes.
The smell of Onionetta made her friends cry. First they would sniffle, then their eyes would water, and finally drops of salty tears would spill down their cheeks. It was tearily difficult for Onionetta to play with them.
Her friends, Carrotlina, Patato and Grapelette, called an emergency meeting at the clubhouse. Onionetta stood outside the window.
“How do we play with Onionetta?” whined Grapelette.
“I don't have the eyes to see how,” said Patato.
“I have an idea!” cried Carrotlina.
"Guess what I got?!" exclaimed Carrotlina, when she came back. "It's white, gooey, and smells super sweet." "What is it?" they asked.
"Marshmallow crème! Now you won't smell like yourself, Onionetta, and we won't cry," Carrotlina said.
Jumping hopscotch had never been so much fun, now that they could all play together--until it was Onionetta’s turn. Every time she hopped, marshmallow crème splattered all over the hopscotch squares, the sidewalk, and her friends!
The marshmallow creme was not covering Onionetta and her scent was back. They cried about it.
“I’m sorry,” Onionetta cried with them.
“Let’s play catch,” said Patato with a sniffle. “I’ll get sunglasses so our eyes won’t water.” He ran home and came back with the sunglasses, which they all wore. Patato had so many eyes, he had sunglasses all over his body!
Grapelette threw the ball to Patato. He dove to get it, rolled in the grass, and--"Crash, crack, crackle"-- every pair of sunglasses he was wearing was broken.
Onionetta ran over to help him, making Patato cry. Onionetta looked at her friend.
“I can’t play with anyone,” wailed Onionetta.
“Don’t you cry, too,” said Grapelette. “Let’s go swimming at my house.”
“But I’ll just turn you to juice,” said Onionetta.
“I’ll stay on the other side of the pool, away from you.”
The four friends went to swim at Grapelette’s pool. Onionetta did such a great, huge, wonderful cannonball, that the water went all the way over to Grapelette. It was like being covered in onion juice! Grapelette couldn’t help but cry purple grapey tears.
"For crying out loud," Onionetta said with a sigh. She had awesome friends, but every time she played with them, they ended up crying. Friends weren't supposed to make each other cry!
She left Grapelette’s house and went home.
Soon there was a knock at Onionetta’s door. When she went to answer it, there were her three friends, each wearing a bandana around their noses. “We can’t smell you!” they cried. “Now we can play together.”
“You are the best friends, ever!” said Onionetta. “Let’s go play in the clubhouse. Last one there smells like a rotten egg!”
Her friends laughed.
“No more smells!” they cried.
“Ugghh!!! The banana slug is sliding to town! Watch out!” cried the townspeople.
Jerry had just moved to the town of Redwood Grove. He did not understand why the townspeople were afraid of a banana slug. True, they were slimy, but the biggest one he had seen was about the length of his hand.
“Why are you afraid of a little banana slug?” Jerry asked his friend, Aaron.
“Because this is a HUGE banana slug!” answered Aaron.
“Not only is he scary looking," said Clementine, "every time he comes through town, he leaves behind a stream of slime. It takes us weeks to clean it up!”
"That's silly," said Jerry. "Banana slugs aren't that big."
Squish, squelch, squeal! Jerry turned around and saw a banana slug gushing at him.
“Stop! STOP!!!” yelled Jerry, so loud that the whole town stopped.
The banana slug looked at Jerry. He had been chugging and lugging and he had to stop his giant body in the middle of a sliding lurch. He took up the entire street and was over a block long. Behind him a thick gooey river of slime was spreading into the side streets.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” said the banana slug to Jerry. “Would you mind if I pass by you?”
“Yes, I mind,” said Jerry. “You are leaving behind a trail of sticky slime that we have to clean up.”
“I am?” asked the banana slug. “I had no idea because I can’t see behind me. I am so sorry.”
“Next time you slide here, please go around the town.”
“I sure will,” said the banana slug.
“Thank you,” said Jerry.
“Thank you!” cried the townspeople.
Jerry, Aaron, Clementine and the townspeople waved goodbye to the banana slug. The banana slug waved his tail to say goodbye.
“Wow, that sure was a huge banana slug,” said Jerry.
“Yep,” said Aaron, “but now we have to clean up all his goop."
Jerry poked his boot at the sticky gooey gunk. He tried to shake it off his boot, but it wouldn’t come off.
“You know,” Jerry said, “this stuff sticks like glue. I have an idea.”
Jerry called all of the townspeople together. The formed a circle around him.
“The town hall was knocked over during the last storm," Jerry told everyone. "Let’s try using the banana slug slime to repair it. The slime is so sticky we could use it like glue to put the walls back together.”
The mayor of the town was quiet. The people who had been fixing the town hall were quiet. All of the townspeople were quiet. They were thinking about Jerry’s idea.
So Jerry and Clementine got two sticks and dipped them into the sticky substance. They put the sticks together. Now the two sticks looked like one long stick. Jerry waved the stick around. It stayed together!
“Brilliant!” cried the Mayor. “Let’s go put together our town hall!”
Jerry, Aaron, Clementine, the Mayor and all of the townspeople rushed off to put their town hall back together. They needed to get it done before the slime dried.
That night, inside of the newly repaired town hall, the townspeople sang a song for Jerry.
Jerry saved us from the slime!
‘cause we never took the time,
to talk to the banana slug,
just talk to the banana slug,
and ask him so politely,
just ask him so politely,
to go around our tiny, tiny
TOWN!
Three cheers for Jerry! Hip hip hooray!
Jerry was very happy. Not only was he in a clean town with a newly repaired town hall, he had made friends with the whole town and a huge banana slug.
Lenny longed to fly--to soar over barns, between trees, above valleys and through canyons. He wanted to feel wind whooshing through his fur and clouds tingling his nose. He could dance with the birds!
“But I’ll never be able to fly,” he thought.
Lenny could not fly because he was not a bird, a butterfly or an airplane. He was a bear cub. And bears do not fly because they do not have wings.
So Lenny decided to look for wings. He searched in trees, on roofs and even under rocks. Every day, from after breakfast until his mother called him in for dinner, he looked for what he needed to fly. But he could not find any wings.
One day, when he was climbing a tree branch in search of wings, he met a bird.
"Boo hoo hoo," sobbed the bird.
“What’s wrong?” Lenny asked the bird.
“I want to climb boulders and trees but I have no arms,” said the bird.
“And I want to fly, but I have no wings,” said Lenny. “What’s your name?”
“My name is Alice,” said the bird.
Side by side on the branch they sat. Lenny thought about the wings he wanted. Alice thought about the arms that she wanted. Then, they began to cry.
At first, the crying was a little sob, with little tears. But the drops got bigger and bigger. After a bit, they cried so loud, the tree shook and the leaves blew. Squirrels came out of their homes and threw nuts at them to make them be quiet. A family of rabbits thumped their feet, trying to make them stop. Coyotes formed a circle under the tree and howled. The crying only got louder.
Finally, an owl came out of its nest at the top of the tree. Now, owls are known to be wise. But an owl that is woken from his daytime sleep is also cranky.
“What is going on here?!” the owl demanded.
“I want to fly, but I have no wings,” wailed Lenny.
“I want to climb trees, but I have no arms,” cried Alice.
“Hush up your crying and trade your wings and arms with each other,” said the owl. “Then you, bear, can fly, and you, bird, can climb.”
Lenny looked at Alice. Alice looked at Lenny. And they stopped crying.
“That’s a great idea!” They both said at once.
It was decided.
Every day, Lenny spent one hour using the Alice’s wings. He soared over barns, between trees, above valleys and through canyons. He felt wind blowing through his fur, and fresh air streaming along his face. He flew fast then slow, up then down, and even sideways.
When he came back, he loaned his arms to Alice. She used them to climb every tree and boulder in the forest. She felt bark grazing her feathers, and the smooth boulders warmed by the sun. She climbed fast then slow, up then down, and even sideways.
After they had flown and climbed, they sat on the tree branch and told of their adventures. Out would come the squirrels, rabbits and coyotes to listen to their stories. Sometimes, when the owl was not too tired, he would come too.
And that is how Lenny was able to fly.
Janet did as she was told and got in trouble.
When her mother said, “No dessert till your plate is clean,” she scraped all of her dinner into the dog dish and then washed her plate. She did not get any dessert.
When her mother said, “Be nice to your cousin, Madeline,” Janet offered to give her a nice haircut. But she cut all of Madeline’s hair off—her cousin was completely bald! Janet had to give Madeline her favorite hat.
When her mother was talking on the phone and told Janet to go draw a picture, she drew a picture that covered the entire wall.
“Follow rules the right way!” said her mother.
“But my way is more fun,” answered Janet.
Her mother sent her to her room.
“If my mother wants me to go to my room,” Janet told her hamster, “then I will. But I WON”T LEAVE!”
So Janet stayed in her room.
She stayed in her room so long, that winter came. She could see snow piling up all the way to her window. Outside, her friends were ice-skating on the pond, catching snowflakes on their noses, and building snowmen. Janet pet her hamster.
After that, she still stayed in her room, and spring came. Her friends climbed trees, played hide and seek, and threw balls. Janet fed her goldfish.
Next came summer. Everyone, except Janet, was outside swimming. Their laughter and shouting and splashing was so loud, she had to plug her ears.
Then came the fall. She watched as her friends put brown crinkly leaves into a huge pile then run and jump into them. They fell and slipped and giggled.
Janet was still in her room.
And Janet had not been ice-skating, climbed a tree, been swimming, or jumped into a pile of brown crinkly leaves. She had not left her room for an entire year.
So Janet decided to peek outside of her bedroom door and see if maybe, just maybe, she should tip toe out of her room and go outside.
Creeping down the stairs, she saw her mother in the living room.
“Who are you?” asked her mother. “You look like my daughter, Janet, but I haven’t seen her for an entire year.”
“It is me, Mother, and um, I was thinking I’d go outside now.”
“What a great idea,” said her mother. Just before Janet got to the door, her mother called to her, “Be back in time for dinner—and I mean dinner tonight, not a year from now.”
Janet giggled.
“Yes, mother, I know what that rule means.”
So Janet went outside and made the biggest pile of leaves to jump into--she jumped higher and made more noise than anyone! And was home in time for dinner.
When Rosie took a bath, she wore her sweater in the bathtub to get it extra clean. She was the only rabbit who wore shoes because she wanted to keep her paws out of the dirt. And she had never made a mud pie in her life.
Rosie liked to be clean.
So when her mother told her to eat her carrots, Rosie said, “NO!”
“Why not?” her mother asked.
“Because carrots come out of the ground, so they must be dirty,” said Rosie.
“Carrots are good for rabbits,” said Rosie’s mother. “They help you hop better.”
“I just cannot eat those dirty carrots,” answered Rosie.
And so, Rosie never ate a carrot. She never even tasted one.
One day Rosie went to a birthday party. She played pin-the-tail-on-the-rabbit, leaped the highest in two jumping contests, and danced to the new ‘Rocking Rabbit’ song. All of that hopping and dancing made her hungry.
After all the games were played, there was a huge birthday cake with thick white frosting for all the bunnies to eat. It was beautiful.
When Rosie got her first slice, she noticed the inside was golden brown with tiny specks of orange. Just looking at it made her lick her whiskers and twitch her nose. She put her fork into it and found it was soft and fluffy.
Then Rosie took her first bite of the beautiful cake. It filled her mouth with the taste of cinnamon, nutmeg and brown sugar. Delicious!
But as she chewed, she noticed a new taste; something crunchy and a little bit sweet. It tasted so good that she wanted more—lots more!
When she went to get a second slice, Rosie asked her friend what kind of cake it was.
“Oh, that’s my favorite too,” said her friend. “It’s carrot cake—filled with lots and lots of carrots.”
Rosie could not believe her ears.
“C-carrot cake?” asked Rosie. “You mean with real carrots in it?”
“Yes, real carrots,’ said Rosie’s friend.
“But that cake was the best thing ever. And it’s made out of carrots that came out of the ground!” cried Rosie. “What if I get sick from eating dirt? What if there are germs on that carrot?”
“Well, we do wash the carrots,” said Rosie’s friend.
“Oh,” said Rosie. “I never thought of that.”
Rosie hopped home as quickly as she could. There, on the kitchen table was a bunch of carrots. She poked one of the carrots, and no mud came off. She touched the whole thing with her paw, and her fur was still clean. She sniffed at the carrots, and could not smell any dirt. Finally, she licked a little tiny bit of the carrot and it did not taste yucky.
She remembered the white birthday cake and knew that the carrot must taste good, but she had to be sure. So she took the carrot upstairs, made herself a bath, and cleaned that carrot from top to bottom.
Rosie closed her eyes and nibbled at the tip of the carrot. It was wonderful. She took another bite and it was sweet, crunchy and even a little bit juicy. Then she leaned back in the bathtub, and munched the entire carrot down to the green nub.
Rosie couldn’t wait to eat another one. But next time, she was just going to wash it in the kitchen sink.
“Maybe,” thought Rosie, “Mother and I can make carrot soup and carrot salad and carrot bread for dinner. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll try other things that come from the ground, like radishes and turnips and beets.”
Mmmm! Life just got a whole lot yummier for Rosie.
Luke ate bananas with peanut butter, whipped cream, apple sauce and marshmallows. He ate them on his toast, stuck to pretzels at morning snack, sliced over his macaroni and cheese at lunchtime, and stacked between cookies for afternoon snack. At dinner, he wrapped spaghetti around a banana and for desert he dipped one in honey.
Luke loved bananas.
But one day, while reaching for ketchup to flavor up his favorite fruit, he noticed his fingers had turned yellow. The next day his whole arm was yellow and the day after that, he was completely yellow!
“Luke,’ cried his mother, “if you don’t stop eating bananas, you’re going to turn into one!”
“I’ll try to stop, Mom,” Luke said.
Luke tried to stop. He tried to stop thinking about how fun it was to peel open a banana and discover a tasty treat inside. He tried to stop thinking about how much better all of his food tasted with a banana.
But the more he thought about not eating bananas, the more bananas he ate.
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Luke ate bananas with peanut butter, whipped cream, apple sauce and marshmallows. He ate them on his toast, stuck to pretzels at morning snack, sliced over his macaroni and cheese at lunchtime, and stacked between cookies for afternoon snack. At dinner, he wrapped spaghetti around a banana and for desert he dipped one in honey.
Luke loved bananas.
But one day, while reaching for ketchup to flavor up his favorite fruit, he noticed his fingers had turned yellow. The next day his whole arm was yellow and the day after that, he was completely yellow!
“Luke,’ cried his mother, “if you don’t stop eating bananas, you’re going to turn into one!”
“I’ll try to stop, Mom,” Luke said.
Luke tried to stop. He tried to stop thinking about how fun it was to peel open a banana and discover a tasty treat inside. He tried to stop thinking about how much better all of his food tasted with a banana.
But the more he thought about not eating bananas, the more bananas he ate.
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Nattie was the first sloth to cross the finish line in the race at the School Fair. The other sloth kids were still tying their shoe laces!
At the pie-eating contest, she ate three whole pieces of pie before the other kids had taken three bites!
And she ate her whole ice cream cone before it had melted all over her paws, like the other sloths.
The kids made fun of her. They said sloths are supposed to be slow—the slower the better. They teased her with this song:
Nattie Nattie
Not-Slow-Nattie
Why can’t you slow down?
Sloths are slow
Slow as snails
Unless you’re
Not-Slow-Nattie
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Hey Walter, looky here. Look at this big ole spider!
Hey Spidy, whatcha doing?
Opps, fly guy got stuck. Walter, how come Spidy wraps her meals up like a burrito- a fly burrito. Yuck!
Maybe she wraps it cause she doesn't have a fridge. Hey Walter, lets go have lunch.
Dear Diary,We're pretty tired today. Last night we stayed up late to watch the moon rise and listen to the coyotes howl. Boo can howl just as good as any coyote, maybe even better! What a great night!
Dear Diary, Today we went to visit Great Aunt Nose. I took my pet worm, Stringy. He got pretty tired and neededa nap - so I let him sleep in Great Aunt Nose's bed. Poor Stringy, she about scared him half to death with herscreaming. I guess I'll have to leave him at home next time!
The Sound Jacob Heard
By Heather Cicero
Illustrated by Judy Ziegler
Jacob listened to the sound coming from underneath his bed.
“Are you talking to me?” Jacob asked the sound.
“Well, a high falootin’ yes,” said a voice. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Jacob got his flashlight and looked under the bed.
“You’re small for a buffalo,” Jacob said.
He was just like the buffalo that Jacob had seen at the zoo, only smaller. His hooves made a clickity clack sound on the wooden floor. He smelled like warm oatmeal.
The buffalo looked at Jacob’s room.
“Well, pull my horn,” said the buffalo, “where’s the grass? I’m hungry.”
“Outside,” said Jacob. “I’ll take you to get some.”
He got dressed and led the buffalo out of his room and into the back yard. Jacob listened to the buffalo graze. He heard munching and tail switching sounds. The swinging tail looked like a paintbrush.
Dear Diary,Finally talked Mom into letting us have an outdoor Birthday party. We had the best time. Don't thinkanyone liked strawberry ice cream. We'll have to try another flavor next year.
Waiting for the next story. Sometimes these things take time so wake us up when it's here.
Ellis Wears Braids
By Heather Leigh and Judy Ziegler
Ellis had useful hair.
It kept her feet dry.
She always had a jump rope.
Pig Tail Patty likes to run.
Pig Tail Patty likes to climb.
Pig Tail Patty likes her friends.
But Pig Tail Patty does not read,
because Pig Tail Patty... is the pig.
By Heather Leigh
Illustrated by Judy Ziegler
“One, two, three, four, five…” Taylor was counting for Hide and Seek.
Her pets went to hide.
The rabbit saw the pitcher of cream and thought he would blend in. He didn't know his ears stuck out!
The pigs lay on the sofa like fat pillows.
The armadillo loved music and decided to hide behind the radio.
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How fun is this, the drawing are wonderful!!! Waiting for the dog cards.. cause I am a huge dog lover!!! and fellow blooger inspiring pet adoption. Love it! Thank you for sharing ~ Martha