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| Online Stories for Kids > Wishing For A Sled |
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| Posted: Nov.10.2006 @ 6:34 am | Lasted edited: Nov.10.2006 @ 5:41 am |
"Wishing For A Sled" By Doris Licameli
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Grandma made pizza for lunch.
She baked cookies, too. Devon licked his lips. “Mmmm,” he said. “Great lunch.” Grandma smiled as she scrubbed the baking pans clean. Devon looked out the window as he ate. It was still snowing hard. The big green hill near the barn was pure white now. “Grandma,” said Devon. “Is there an old sled in the barn? I want to ride down that big hill. We could ride down together!” “That would be nice,” said Grandma. “But there has not been a sled around here for many years.” Devon looked out the window again. Then he looked back at Grandma as she wiped the pans dry. His eyes began twinkling like midnight stars “Maybe we could ride down the hill on those baking pans.” Grandma thought for a minute. A frown came and went. Then she smiled again. “Let’s do it!” she said. Devon and Grandma climbed the snowy hill together. Their breath puffed out foggy little clouds. When they reached the top of the hill, Devon tossed down a pizza pan. “I’ll go first,” he said. He pushed off with both hands. Down, down he raced. He almost flew through the snowflakes. The pan turned around and around. “Hurry Grandma! This is fun!” Devon shouted. “Now it’s your turn.” Grandma sat down on a cookie sheet. She tugged up her gloves. She tugged down her hat. Then she slowly pushed off. “Oh!” Grandma said. “Dear me!” she cried as she glided down the hill. BOP! BOP! She even zoomed over snow bumps. At the bottom of the hill, Devon and Grandma hugged and laughed. Then hand in hand, they climbed to the top of the hill again. “ Who needs a sled?” they said together. THE END CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO STORYBOX LIBRARY HOMEPAGE
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| Online Stories for Kids > Whirlwind Wally |
| Posted: Nov.04.2006 @ 8:51 am |
"Whirlwind Wally" By Jackie Hosking
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator In the morning bright and early CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO STORYBOX LIBRARY HOMEPAGE
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| Online Stories for Kids > Pickle Ate My Homework |
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| Posted: Oct.25.2006 @ 7:06 am | Lasted edited: Oct.25.2006 @ 6:15 am |
"Pickle Ate My Homework" By Anne Skalitza
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Pickle ate my homework. THE END CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO STORYBOX LIBRARY HOMEPAGE |
| Online Stories for Kids > Nothing In Common |
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| Posted: Oct.16.2006 @ 10:36 am | Lasted edited: Oct.16.2006 @ 9:43 am |
"Nothing In Common" By E.L. Perkins
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Timmy Turtle was new in the forest.
So, he headed down a rocky pathway searching for someone to play with.
As Timmy paced he heard a weird noise up ahead! He moved faster hoping
it was another turtle that wanted to be friends.
However, it was a rabbit jumping rope. Timmy liked to jump, too. “Yippee,” squealed the rabbit, then leaped really high. “Hello. You must be new here.” “Hi,” said Timmy. “Yes, I am.” I have nothing in common with rabbits, Timmy thought. So he continued searching for another turtle. A moment later, Timmy spotted a squirrel climbing up a tree. Timmy liked to climb trees, too. “How do you do?” asked the squirrel, as he hung from a branch. “Good,” Timmy answered. I have nothing in common with squirrels, Timmy thought. So he continued searching for another turtle. Before long, he came across a groundhog digging holes. Dirt flew everywhere! Timmy quickly tucked his head inside his shell, just before it whacked him. Timmy liked to dig in dirt, too. “Sorry,” said the groundhog, while he tossed more dirt about. “I didn’t see you there!” “That’s okay,” Timmy replied. I have nothing in common with groundhogs, Timmy thought. So he continued searching for another turtle. Timmy was tired of searching. He seated himself on a boulder to rest his aching feet. As he did he heard splashes behind him. He turned around and was overjoyed when he saw another turtle. But to his surprise the turtle was tossing rocks into a lake with a BEAR! Timmy liked tossing rocks, too. The turtle and the bear stopped tossing when they noticed Timmy watching them. “Hi,” said the turtle and the bear. “Hi,” Timmy replied. “Want to play with us?” asked the turtle. “But he’s a bear and we’re turtles,” Timmy explained. “That doesn’t matter,” said the bear. “What do you like to do?” Timmy asked. “I bet we have nothing in common!” “I like to jump high, climb trees, dig in dirt, and toss rocks, too,” the bear told him. “Wow,” Timmy shouted, “we have EVERYTHING in common!” THE END |
| Online Stories for Kids > I Am A Cloud |
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| Posted: Oct.16.2006 @ 10:15 am | Lasted edited: Oct.16.2006 @ 2:44 pm |
"I Am A Cloud" By Jill Ronsley
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator
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| Online Stories for Kids > The Little Princess Santa Claus Forgot |
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| Posted: Oct.12.2006 @ 7:57 am | Lasted edited: Oct.13.2006 @ 8:50 am |
"The Little Princess Santa Claus Forgot" By Jack Scoltock
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator It was Christmas Eve, and as usual, Princess Daisy went out to the castle balcony with her two friends, Jake and Sophie who worked in the castle kitchen, to whistle for Pal her pet dragon. Though it was Christmas Eve, to Princess Daisy and her friends it was just like any other day. But as the mountains were covered with snow the princess had decided to get Pal to carry her and her friends to the highest mountain to build a snowman.
When Pal came flying up to the balcony, Daisy’s friends couldn’t stop trembling with excitement for they loved flying on Pal’s back. "Good morning Pal,” said Daisy. “I'd like you to fly us to the mountains.” Soon the children were on board and Pal was flying deep into the valley, and then soaring up, up, up into the clear blue sky heading towards the snow-capped mountains. “Wheeee!” squealed Sophie her long hair fanning out behind her. “Yahooo!” shouted Jake his face shining with excitement. Daisy smiled as she pointed. She was glad she had such good friends as Jake and Sophie. "Pal would you fly us right to the very top of that mountain." Shortly the huge dragon was skidding to a halt on his green lumpy stomach in the deep snow at the top of the mountain. "Come on!" Daisy shouted excitedly as she jumped from Pal’s back. "Help me build a big snowman." Soon Jake and Sophie had rolled the soft, cold snow into a big hard ball. When it was large enough for the snowman's body, Princess Daisy, who had already rolled a snowball big enough for the snowman's head said, "Jake, Sophie, help me lift the head onto his body.” As the children stepped back to look at the snowman Sophie exclaimed, “He has no eyes.” “He has no mouth or nose either,” exclaimed Jake. Smiling Daisy took several black diamonds from a bag she had been carrying and handed Jake two small ones and he pressed them into the snowman's head. "That's your eyes Mister Snowman,” said Jake. “Now you can see." Now Sophie pressed the biggest diamond below the snowman's eyes, saying, "And that's your nose, Mister Snowman. Now you can smell." Smiling Daisy placed the last four diamonds making the snowman’s mouth, but just as she did they all heard a tinkling sound coming from behind the mountain. "I hear bells," exclaimed Jake. “So do I,” said Sophie. Suddenly Pal snorted and everyone saw the strangest sight. Flying high above the mountain was a huge fat man with a white fluffy beard. He was wearing a red suit and he was driving a sleigh that was piled high with boxes of all shapes and sizes wrapped in coloured paper. The sleigh was being pulled along by nine reindeers. The reindeer in front of the other eight had a bigger redder nose than Santa Claus, for of course that's who the fat man was. Now as Daisy and her friends had never seen Santa Claus, or his sleigh, or even a reindeer before, they were astonished. "Come on!" shouted Daisy jumping onto Pal’s back. "Let's fly up and see who it is." Shortly Pal had caught up with Santa Claus. "Hallo," said Daisy as Pal flew in beside the sleigh. "Wh...Why you startled me," exclaimed Santa in a booming voice. He looked at Pal. "That's a fine flying creature you have there. I would be right in saying it's a dragon wouldn't I?" "His name is Pal," said Daisy. "And yes he is a dragon. My name is Daisy. I'm a Princess. My best friends are called, Sophie and Jake. What’s your name?" At this Santa shouted, "Whoa! Whoa Rudolph!" and the sleigh immediately pulled to a halt. He stared at the children. "You mean you really don't know who I am?" asked Santa. "Why children all over the land know me as Santa Claus.” "Santa Claus," said Daisy wrinkling his nose. "That's a funny name." It was then Sophie noticed the boxes wrapped in coloured paper. "What are you doing carrying all those boxes?" she asked. Santa's bushy eyebrows rose and fell with astonishment as he looked the three children up and down. "You mean you really DON'T know who I am? Why those are toys for all the good little boys and girls in the land. Today is Christmas Eve. I deliver my toys every year at this time." Jake frowned at this. "Toys? For ALL the little girls and boys in the land?" "Yes," said Santa. "For all the GOOD little boys and girls." Daisy looked at the boxes of toys again. "Are some of those toys for the children in the villages below?" she asked. "Yes," said Santa. "I'll be delivering them on my way back." Suddenly big tears glistened on the edge of Daisy's eyes. "What about me?" she sniffed. "I'm a good little girl." “So am I,” whispered a tearful Sophie. “And I’m a good boy,” exclaimed Jake. Santa's bushy eyebrows fell almost covering his twinkling blue eyes as he said, "But I have never seen you before and I don't even know where you live." He studied the children’s sad faces then said quickly, "Look if you tell me where you live I'll certainly leave a toy for you on my way back." "You will!" squealed Sophie happily. "Oh, oh..." "We live in yonder castle,” said Daisy. "My daddy and mummy are the King and Queen. Could you leave them a toy too, please?" "I only leave toys for the children," said Santa. Just then Rudolph gave a little bark and his nose glowed brighter than ever. Santa turned to him, and then said to the children. "I really must be going now, but I promise I will stop off at Clearwater Castle on my way back and leave you all a special toy. Well goodbye. Goodbye." Then shouting, "On Rudolph! On Dasher! On Prancer! On Donner! On Blitzen! On Comet! On Vixen! On Cupid! On Jupiter!" he drove away. In a few moments Santa and his sleigh full of toys were out of sight. Later that afternoon Daisy told her mummy and daddy she had met a man called, Santa Claus who had promised to leave her and Jake and Sophie a special toy on his way back. That night as she lay in her big comfortable four poster bed Daisy tried to stay awake to wait for Santa Claus to bring her a toy, but soon she grew tired and fell asleep. Next morning when she woke she saw a big box all wrapped in coloured paper lying at the bottom of her bed. With an excited squeal she quickly opened it and inside... "Ohhhhh!" she cried. "It's a doll's house. A beautiful doll's house." Later as she played with her friends who had also received presents, Daisy's mummy and daddy came in to see them. "Look mummy and daddy!" exclaimed Daisy. "Look what Santa left us." Her parents smiled; glad to see their beautiful daughter was happy. Later still as they all ate their Christmas morning breakfast out on the balcony, the happy voices of the children in the villages as they unwrapped their toys drifted up to them. Daisy could not help smiling all through breakfast. She was wondering what Santa Claus would bring her and her friends next year, and the year after that and the year after that and the year after that… THE END CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO STORYBOX LIBRARY HOMEPAGE |
| Online Stories for Kids > The Adventures of Peaches and Rusty |
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| Posted: Oct.11.2006 @ 5:54 am | Lasted edited: Oct.13.2006 @ 8:51 am |
"The Adventures of Peach and Rusty" By A. E. Trainer
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Peach was a small, peach-and-white colored rabbit who lived in a brown wooden hutch in Anne Elizabeth’s back yard. Peach loved Anne Elizabeth very much, and Anne Elizabeth took very good care of Peach. But Peach dreamed of having all sorts of adventures outside the rabbit hutch, which of course she never told to Anne Elizabeth. The only person Peach shared her secrets with was Rusty.
Rusty was a very friendly Golden Retriever, and he belonged to Anne Elizabeth’s family. He liked to run and play in the big, fenced-in back yard. He also enjoyed visiting with Peach. He would stand outside her hutch and press his big, wet nose against the screen door, and they would “talk” about many different things in their own secret language. One day, Peach decided to ask Rusty for help. “Rusty,” she said, “do you think you can open my cage door, please? I want to hop around and play in the garden while Anne Elizabeth is inside! She will never know I escaped!” “Sure,” agreed Rusty, and with his long, sturdy nose he nudged open the bolt on the door. “Thank you!” Peach said, looking at the ground below. “But that is a long jump down. How am I going to get out? And how will I ever get back in?” “No problem,” said Rusty. “Here, just hop right on my back.” So Peach jumped on to Rusty’s furry golden back, and from there, it was only a short distance to the ground. “Thank you, Rusty!” she exclaimed happily. “Now I can do all the things I dreamed about!” “What are you going to do first?” asked Rusty. “I’m going to eat some of those delicious plants,” Peach replied, hopping over to Anne Elizabeth’s flowerbed. Rusty started to follow after her, but then he stopped. “Wait a minute, Peach,” he called out. “Those flowers belong to Anne Elizabeth. Isn’t there something else around here you can eat?” Peach looked around the yard. There were lots of trees, but of course they were much too tall for her to reach. There was lots of grass, but grass was so plain and ordinary compared to those colorful flowers. “No,” Peach declared. “I am going to eat one flower—just one. Anne Elizabeth will never know it’s missing!” Rusty looked over at the flowerbed, and then he looked at Peach. “I guess you’re right. Maybe we can cover it up somehow.” “That’s a great idea, Rusty!” Peach exclaimed. “Why don’t you go find some sticks laying around in the yard, and bring them over here? Then we can cover up the space of the missing flower!” “I’ll go see what I can find!” shouted Rusty excitedly, as he ran off toward the other end of the yard. While he was gone hunting for sticks, Peach bent down over a beautiful pink flower and opened her mouth to take the first bite. But suddenly, she stopped. She smelled the sweet perfume of the flower, and she thought to herself how proud Anne Elizabeth must be of it, and of all the plants in her garden. Would she really miss this one? Peach remembered how excited Anne Elizabeth was when she came out into the yard each day to look at her flowers and to give them a drink of water. Peach gazed sadly at the pink flower she had just been prepared to eat, and knew in her heart that she could not do it. Peach loved Anne Elizabeth even more than her dream of eating flowers, and so she decided that she would try some of the green grass instead. It turned out to be very tasty after all, and Peach’s mouth was quite full when Rusty returned. His own mouth was filled with sticks and small branches that had fallen from the trees, and he set them down in front of Peach. “Well, here they are! Where are we going to put them?” he asked. Peach swallowed her last bite of grass. “We are not going to put them anywhere, Rusty. There is no empty space to cover up. I decided not to eat Anne Elizabeth’s flower after all.” Rusty stared at her. “You mean, I did all this work for nothing?” Peach thought hard for a moment, and then she smiled. “No, of course not. We can find another use for them!” “Like what?” asked Rusty. “Hmm…I have it! We can make a little fence around Anne Elizabeth’s flower!” “You mean, the one you were about to eat?” Rusty wanted to know. “That’s right,” said Peach, busily gathering sticks in her mouth. “Then it will be protected always.” So Rusty and Peach carefully arranged the sticks into a neat pattern around the beautiful pink flower. When they were finished, they stood back to admire their work. “How does it look, Rusty?” asked Peach. “It’s beautiful!” he exclaimed. “I can’t wait until Anne Elizabeth comes out and…” “Rusty! Do you hear that?” interrupted Peach. “It sounds like Anne Elizabeth is opening the back door right now! She is coming out into the yard! I have to get back in my hutch fast!” “Here, jump on my back again,” commanded Rusty. “I’ll get you there in no time.” So Rusty carried Peach across the yard over to her rabbit hutch. He stopped by the open door, and Peach hopped right into her cage with no problem at all. Rusty quickly pushed the door closed with his nose, and both animals breathed a deep sigh of relief. At that very moment, Anne Elizabeth appeared in the yard, a watering can in her hand and a puzzled _expression on her face. “What can this be?” she said, bending down to examine the little fence that Peach and Rusty had built around her beautiful pink flower. Then she looked up and smiled. “There must have been a good angel in my garden!” Peach smiled, too, and whispered proudly to herself, “Or, a very good bunny!” THE END |
| Online Stories for Kids > There Are No Rabbits in My Class! |
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| Posted: Oct.10.2006 @ 7:35 am | Lasted edited: Oct.13.2006 @ 8:51 am |
"There Are No Rabbits in My Class!" By Linda P. Cook
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Monday on the way to school, Johnny decided to be a rabbit.
He hopped into the classroom. He hopped around the tables. He hopped past the blocks. He hopped till the teacher said, “STOP!” Johnny said, “I’m a rabbit. Rabbits hop.” “There are no rabbits in my class. NOW STOP!” With a sigh, Johnny stopped and sat down in a chair. Tuesday on the way to school, Johnny decided to be a frog. He jumped into the classroom with a loud “rib-it”. He jumped around the tables He jumped past the blocks. He jumped and he jumped till his teacher said, “STOP!’ Johnny said, “I’m a frog. Frogs jump.” "There are no frogs in my classroom. Now STOP!” With a sigh, Johnny stopped and sat down in a chair. On Wednesday on the way to school, Johnny decided to be a snake. He slithered into the room with a “ssss." He slithered around the tables. He slithered past the blocks. He slithered till the teacher said, “STOP!” “I’m a snake,” Johnny said. “Snakes slither.” “There are no snakes in my classroom. Now STOP!” With a sigh, Johnny stopped and sat down in a chair. On Thursday on the way to school, Johnny decided to be an elephant. He stomped into the room with a loud trumpeting sound. He stomped around the tables. He stomped past the blocks. He stomped and he stomped till the teacher said, “STOP!” Johnny said, “I’m and elephant. Elephants stomp. “There are no elephants in my classroom. Now STOP!” With a sigh, Johnny stopped and sat down in a chair. On Friday, Johnny got up early. He went upstairs into the attic. He found a box way back in the corner. At the bottom of the box was a small bottle. The label said MAGIC CHILDHOOD ELIXIR. He poured some into a bottle of pop and went to school. The teacher was surprised when Johnny walked into the classroom without a sound. He gave her the bottle of pop. The teacher drank the pop. She felt strange. She felt like a rabbit. She hopped around the tables. She hopped past the blocks. She hopped and she hopped till the children cried, “STOP, it’s time for lunch.” The next Monday, Johnny brought everyone pop. THE END CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO STORYBOX LIBRARY HOMEPAGE |
| Online Stories for Kids > Patsy McGee |
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| Posted: Oct.10.2006 @ 7:18 am | Lasted edited: Oct.13.2006 @ 8:52 am |
"Patsy McGee" By Nancy Guilder
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator Hello everyone; my name’s Patsy McGee. |
| Online Stories for Kids > Theodore and Zoobelle |
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| Posted: Oct.09.2006 @ 7:48 am | Lasted edited: Oct.13.2006 @ 8:52 am |
"Theodore and Zoobelle" By Mary Rand Hess
Artwork by Kevin Scott Collier, Author and Illustrator One bright winter morning, Ruth and Theodore were ending a long walk. Theodore was thirsty for his bowl of water, and could hardly wait to get home. When they reached their front stoop, Theodore saw something strange and shadowy. He lunged forward, but before he could growl, this shadow with yellow eyes struck him across the nose. He jumped away and then lunged forward again. The tiny cat arched her back and pounced on Theodore. Ruth thought she would have to pull Theodore's leash, but he backed away, whimpering.
"Shoo cat! Shoo!"ť Ruth said. Yet the cat wouldn't budge, she just proudly stretched out in spite of them both and started cleaning her paws. Ruth was forced to walk Theodore to the back of the house. They both forgot how thirsty they were, and marched straight to their window to watch this mysterious cat occupy their front stoop. The cat must be homeless, Ruth thought. But when she set out a bowl of warm milk, she noticed a tag hanging around her neck. It read, Zoobelle lives at The Petting Zoo. Ruth drove Theodore and Zoobelle to the zoo. She placed Zoobelle in the front to keep a close eye on her. Theodore barked and growled because he didn't like the backseat, he had always been a front seat passenger. Zoobelle seemed pleased at the seating arrangements, purring to the sound of the radio. When they arrived at the zoo, Ruth carried Zoobelle to the gate. Theodore followed close behind, protective of his Ruth. "Yes, that's our Zoobelle,"ť the zookeeper said. "She's been known to run away. She's searching for something. What it is, I'll never know." The next day, as Theodore and Ruth returned from their walk, Zoobelle was there to greet them again. Theodore immediately ran to the back of the house, refusing to have another run-in with the cat. Ruth started for the zoo again. This time she put Theodore in the front and Zoobelle in the back. But Zoobelle happily curled up on the headrest behind Ruth's shoulders. The zookeeper thanked Ruth and Theodore for returning Zoobelle a second time. But the next day, she was resting on their front stoop yet again. This continued for weeks, even in the snow. It became a game between dog and cat. Everyday, Theodore allowed himself to get a little closer to Zoobelle. And soon, they began to share the front stoop for the love of watching people and animals. Sometimes Theodore would bark a good strong bark, as people passed by, while Zoobelle purred and cleaned her paws. They would end their afternoon with a ride back to the zoo. Then, one day, Zoobelle stopped coming. Theodore searched for her on the front stoop, around every bush, and behind each tree and snowman in his yard. He suddenly felt lonely without his strange visitor. Two weeks later, as Ruth and Theodore were taking a winter nap, the doorbell rang. Ruth and Theodore hurried to the door. To their surprise, there stood the zookeeper and Zoobelle. Theodore pranced around. His friend was back! "I've tried everything to keep her from running away,"ť said the Zookeeper. "It's not easy keeping a determined cat inside. It's now clear what Zoobelle has been searching for - a family! Will you adopt her?" "I'll take her,"ť Ruth exclaimed. Zoobelle curled around Ruth's warm shoulders. It surprised Theodore that he wasn't jealous. In fact, he was rather excited to share his front stoop with his new sister. THE END |
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