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Everybody’s gone
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Three months later …
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Be brave
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Big Blue Sky revisited
Big Blue Sky has been digitally remastered (I don’t really know what that means but it sounds good 😉 ) – actually it’s got a new font and a new illustration and some new cover art – so I thought, seeing as it’s that time of year again, we’d re-tell Clarence and Luca’s story. It begins here:
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I wrote a book
I wrote a book about some birds,
With pictures in and also words.
Brother birds who love each other,
And want to be free together.
The birds are turkeys, big and fat,
The farmer makes them fat like that.
He makes them fat to kill and eat,
For those who think they are just meat.
But they are not, they’re meant for more,
Christmas dinner’s not what they’re for.
They’re clever and they think and care,
They suffer too and that’s not fair.
So when I saw some library books
In which a family smiles and cooks
A big fat bird to celebrate
The Prince of Peace born on that date, …
I decided to put my book
On that shelf in the library nook.
A child might find it and read it and see
Turkeys deserve to be happy and free.
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There are so many books in libraries that perpetuate the illusion of the witch’s spell. Whether they be fiction or non-fiction, they tell children, at the most impressionable time of their lives, that some animals are “farm animals” and as such are there to serve our ‘needs’; that we ‘need’ meat and dairy and fish; that our health is dependent on these things; that animals are happy on farms and rearing animals to kill them is the most normal, natural thing in the world. It’s no wonder it’s an uphill struggle for those of us trying to share the truth:
- Animal farming is extremely cruel,
- Eating animal products is detrimental to our health
- Animal agriculture is by far the biggest cause of global warming, rainforest destruction and ocean deadzones.
- Going vegan is the only way to save the world.
Years ago I purchased a new copy of a Ruby Roth book and donated it to my local library. It never made it to the shelves of that or any other library in the county. They refused to include it. They rejected it.
Adults don’t listen. Children might 😉
NB: If you photocopy an insert from a different county library than the one you’re infiltrating, maybe with the word DISCARDED stamped on it, 
and a child finds and likes the book and wants to take it home, one of two things is likely to happen:
- The child puts the book, perhaps with a pile of other books, onto the automated check out machine and doesn’t notice the illegitimate book hasn’t registered on the system. They simply bag it and take it home.
Or
2. The child does notice the book hasn’t registered and takes it to the librarian who looks at it and says, “oh, this has been returned here by mistake, you can keep it”.
And just keep doing it, different books, different libraries, all with a positive vegan message that tells children they are right to follow their instinctive, compassionate natures and love all animals, not eat them. Most grown-ups are too stuck in their ways; too brainwashed. Communicating directly with children is the only way we’re going to change anything.
Go on, be a rebel – it’s kinda fun 😉
A Story for Halloween
Gil Thompson shut down his computer, put his notepad and pens in his desk drawer and took his empty coffee cup to the dishwasher.
“See you Monday Terri,” he said to his colleague as he picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.
Teresa was engrossed in her work and took a moment to respond.
“Oh, yes, see you then,” she called after him, “wish Sally good luck from me,” she remembered to add.
Sally Thompson, Gil’s ten year old daughter, was playing the lead in her school’s production of Calamity Jane. Tonight was opening night and Gil had only an hour and a half to get home, eat dinner and get showered and changed before he drove the whole family to the performance.
It was already dark and raining hard when he pulled out of the multi-storey. The traffic was bumper to bumper and every light turned red as he approached it. It took him nearly twenty minutes to get out of the city centre so once he was on the open road he put his foot down. Visibility was bad. He knew he should slow down but his wife would be livid if he was late. With wipers going full pelt and main beams on, he tore down the country lanes towards home.
He heard a gunshot. And another one. He wasn’t alarmed because he knew what they were. The badger cull had started again. It was a shame but unless the country wanted to give up on dairy farming, it had to be done. He had issued another seven licences that day. It was vital that the spread of bovine TB was stopped. It was so upsetting for farmers when their herds got sick and had to be slaughtered. Plus, it was costing the tax payers a fortune. Ok, dairy farming was costing the tax payers a fortune anyway, but at least they were getting cheap milk out of it. He shook his head. He was the one who signed the forms but he didn’t like it, and he didn’t want to listen to it. He switched on the radio to mask the sound of the guns. The weather forecast warned that it might rain later and then one of his favourite songs began to play. His furrowed brow relaxed and he absent-mindedly started to sing along.
Suddenly something rushed out into the road in front of him and he slammed on his brakes. The car had been going too fast for a quick stop on the wet road and it hit something. Filled with dread, Gil put on the handbrake and got out to have a look. At the side of the road lay a badger. Her left ear was bloody and heart-shaped. It looked like a gunshot had taken a piece out of it. He’d hit her with his car as she ran from the guns. How awful. He looked closer and saw that she was still breathing. As he leaned over her she opened her eyes and recoiled in fear.
“It’s ok,” he tried to reassure her, “I’m going to get you some help.”
There was no way to tell how bad her injuries were and he couldn’t bear to think of her suffering. He would take her to the vet. They might have to put her to sleep but at least it would be humane.
The badger, however, had no intention of letting him near her. With great effort she got to her feet and limped towards the hedge. She squeezed through it to the field and was out of sight. Gil felt responsible. He’d been driving too fast. He switched off his headlights, turned on his hazards and locked the car. He climbed over the gate and looked around. Under the full moon he could see a dark shape limping sluggishly across the field and walked towards it. There was another one ahead of it, and another one. Six, seven, …. there were eight dark shapes moving across the field. Which was the injured one? He fumbled in his pocket for the miniature torch on his keyring and shined it over the dark shapes, crouching to look for the bloody, heart-shaped ear. But they were gone. There was not one dark shape; not one fleeing animal; not one injured badger.
Then a deafening boom shook the sky and Gil hit the ground hard. He heard voices approaching.
“Got another one! Bring the cage!”
“Oh my God! What have you done?”
“I thought it was a badger! I saw the glint in its eyes, close to the ground. I aimed for the glint!”
As he breathed his last breath, Gil saw the cage of dead badgers. Just visible, sticking out from under the pile of bodies, was the soft, black and white head of the first kill, two hours earlier. She had a blood-soaked, heart-shaped ear.
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Gruesome Hocus Pocus
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Recitation Location
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Time to revitalize
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Out of the mouths of babes
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The Spell
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Manipulation
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Dependent
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Her plan was working so well
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The Wicked Witch’s Plan To Get Rid Of Everyone begins here
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Once upon a time, high on a mountain peak, surrounded by fog night and day, lived a wicked wicked witch. She was tall and thin and had long bony fingers. Her fingernails were green and she had a hard heart from which her purple blood ran cold.
She awoke when the crow cawed and slowly creaked to her feet. She cooked her breakfast of four slices of freshly butchered piglet and two sheep intestine tubes filled with finely minced calf flesh and fried tomatoes and toast. She consumed it all with relish and washed it down with a tall glass of baby growth fluid squeezed from a cow.
After breakfast the witch wiped her greasy mouth with the back of her hand and put the dishes in the sink. It was time to go to work.
For many hundreds of years the witch had been working on her plan to turn the world into a dry, desolate, poisonous place, somewhere only she and the cockroaches could thrive. That may seem like a long time to you and me but to the witch, who had lived in her castle for over ten thousand years, it was nothing.
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Presents!!!
But before they sat down to tea, Kauri gave Grandpa his present.
“Happy Birthday Grandpa, I made this for you,” he said.
“Oh thank you Kauri,” said Grandpa when he’d unwrapped it, “I just love it!”
And Myrtle gave her present to Grandpa.
“Happy Birthday Grandpa,” she said, “I made this for you.”
“Oh thank you Myrtle,” said Grandpa when he’d unwrapped it, “I absolutely love it!”
And he was thrilled with the delicious birthday tea the children had made for him. But Cedro was too excited to wait for everyone to finish the savouries before they got to his present …
… so he cut a slice for Grandpa straight away and said
“Happy Birthday Grandpa, I made this for you.”
And with a great big smile Grandpa took it and said,
“Oh thank you Cedro, I really really love it.”
And he really REALLY did.
The End 😀
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Time for tea!
By then it was time to get ready for Grandpa Wollemi’s Birthday tea.
Everyone was very excited.
There were crisps and cookies and mini pizzas;
there were crackers and pasta salad and pineapple on sticks;
and the big birthday cake, made entirely by Cedro, was the centrepiece.
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The Cake!
… when the buzzer went off he put on his oven gloves and carefully removed the cake from the hot oven. He took it out of the tin and put it on a wire rack to cool.
When it was cool, Cedro sliced it in half and spread jam in the middle to make a big jam sandwich cake.
Next, Cedro weighed out 4 ounces of icing sugar and sieved it into a bowl. To that he added about 3 teaspoons of water and 1 teaspoon of vanilla essence and stirred until the icing was thick and smooth.
He spread the icing on the cake.
Then he decorated it beautifully with deliciously sweet organic raisins.
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Then he took out the weighing scales …
Then he took out the weighing scales, measured 12 ounces of flour and put it into the mixing bowl.
To the flour he added 4 slightly heaped teaspoons of baking powder. And he mixed it in well.
Next he weighed 6 ounces of sugar and mixed it in with the flour. He stirred it a lot.
After that he added the wet ingredients together:
250 ml of water,
6 tablespoons of sunflower oil and
3 teaspoons of vanilla essence.
He poured the wet stuff into the dry stuff and mixed it up really well until he had a thick, moist, cake mixture.
Then he lined a cake tin with eco-friendly grease-proof paper and poured the mixture into it.
When he’d scraped all he could out of the bowl, Cedro put on his oven gloves and very carefully put the cake tin into the hot oven.
Cedro set the timer for 75 minutes (which was an hour and a quarter) and ….
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That’s it!
While Cedro continued to ponder, Grandpa walked behind him, into the kitchen.
Grandpa picked up the biscuit tin, rattled it, put it back down and trudged back to the living room.
“That’s it!” thought Cedro, “Grandpa’s got a sweet tooth! I’ll make him a birthday cake!”
Cedro washed his hands and gathered together all the ingredients he would need. They were flour, baking powder, sugar, sunflower oil, water and vanilla essence. Then he carefully switched on the oven and set it to 160° centigrade.
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“What shall I give to Grandpa?”
“What shall I give to Grandpa?” Cedro asked Kauri.
“It’s up to you,” said Kauri, unhelpfully, “think of something Grandpa likes.”
“What do you think he would like from me?” Cedro asked Myrtle.
“That’s not for me to say,” said Myrtle, unhelpfully, “what do you think?”
“He likes knitting,” Cedro thought, “maybe he’d like some yarn, or a new pattern. But those things cost money.”
Cedro didn’t have any money.
Cedro thought again.
“He likes gardening, maybe he’d like some new seeds.”
But seeds cost money.
“He likes playing with his train set, maybe he’d like a new engine.”
But new engines cost money.
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Myrtle did some origami
Myrtle had made a mobile of a beautiful flock of origami birds for Grandpa to hang in his bedroom window. Grandpa adored birds.
Cedro would have loved to make him something like that but, though he had tried, he just couldn’t get the hang of folding paper.
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By Edward Benn
Illustrated by Cynthia Barnett
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Everyone was excited because it was Grandpa Wollemi’s birthday.
Kauri had made him a lovely drawstring bag for holding his popcorn when he watched a movie.
Cedro would have loved to make him something like that but, though he had tried, …
… he just couldn’t get the hang of sewing.
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Adrenaline
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The two of them struck the back window with all their might, again and again. First there was a crack, then another and another. They just kept hitting it.
“Hey! Hey!” The man’s voice in the distance didn’t slow them down.
They were nearly there. There was a head-sized hole in the glass with cracks radiating from it. The boys put down their weapons and took hold of sections of glass between the cracks with their hands. They pushed and pulled, working them back and forth until they could be folded all the way down. Now the hole was big enough for Luke to climb in. Adrenaline masked the pain of the cuts on his hands as he tried to lift her. She was weak and limp and too heavy for him.
“Help me!”
Joe climbed in and between them they lifted her to the hole but they couldn’t lift her out because there was no one to hand her to. It was an oven in there.
“Just get her head outside so she can breathe,” said Luke, “then we’ll prob’ly ‘ave to jus’ push ‘er out.”
But before they did the hatchback opened and there stood the policeman. He lifted his dog and carried her a few steps to the cool shade of a large tree where he trickled water from a bottle over her mouth. The boys watched, not even caring how much trouble they were in. The police dog started to lick the water around her lips. Luke and Joe rushed towards her with cupped hands and she lapped up the water the policeman poured into them. They sat in the shade for some time. Eventually the policeman spoke.
“I only left her for a minute. I opened the front windows a little and parked in the shade of this tree, so I thought she’d be ok, just for a minute. But then I got held up by ……”
He paused, realising there was no point in making excuses.
“I just didn’t think I was going to be more than a minute or two. But I should have known I might be delayed; and the sun is constantly moving so the car wouldn’t have been in the shade for long.”
He shook his head, full of regret.
“And it only takes a few minutes for a dog to overheat and die.”
Luke and Joe said nothing. The dog wagged her tail.
“Good girl Sheba,” said the policeman, “you’re my good girl.”
He looked at the boys.
“And you boys are heroes. Thank you.”
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Nan and Grandad were waiting by the phone for the police to call back with any news. Mum and Dad were frantically searching the park again.
“Marian,” said Dad, “they’re not here. I’m going to walk towards the town.”
“Wait! Look!” said Mum, pointing to the police car she could see pulling up outside Nan and Grandad’s house.
They both ran.
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When all was explained and forgiven, everyone realised how hungry they were and Nan’s tea went down very well. It was too late to return the putters and Joe’s ball to the Park Keeper but Dad took Luke back to Swanspool the next day so that he could hand them in.
“… so I’m sorry they’re late,” said Luke after explaining the previous day’s events, “but we dint steal ’em.”
“I never thought for a moment that you did,” the Park Keeper said as he put them away.
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That boy!
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Dad burst into Nan’s house trembling, half with anger, half with fear.
“That boy!” he said.
“What?” said Mum and Nan with alarm.
“They’ve gone! They’re not there! No sign of them on the putting green and the Keeper says they haven’t returned the gear. I’ve been all over the park – the toilets, the cafe, the tennis courts, the gardens. They’re not in the park!”
“Call the police!” said Nan.
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“We need a policeman!” said Luke, triumphantly pointing to the police car at the end of the street.
Joe’s face flooded with relief and the two of them rushed towards it. The windows were quite steamed up so it was difficult to see inside. Luke banged on the window.
“Hello!”
A loud bark made them jump back. Luke laughed.
“Oh, that made me jump! But I weren’t scared. I’m not scared of dogs.”
He banged on the driver’s door window again.
“Hello! Police! We need the police!”
The window was open a bit at the top so Luke peeped in the gap.
“The policeman’s not in here,” he said, “just the dog.”
The dog didn’t bark again, she just panted.
“She’s really hot,” said Luke, concerned.
Joe remembered a sticker he’d seen on the door of the Co-op. The boys looked at each other and spoke at the same time.
“Dogs die in hot cars!”
It was an estate car and the dog was in the boot. She was lying down now, panting really fast, and had white foam around her mouth. The boys ran around the car trying all the doors and shouting for help. The doors were locked and nobody came. Both front windows were wound down a little so they held on to the top of the glass and tried to force them down further but they wouldn’t budge. This frantic activity did at least set off the alarm but still no one came. Then Luke remembered.
“The golf clubs!”
He grabbed the putters from the ground and handed one to Joe.
“Hit the glass as hard as you can!” he told him.
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Wait for the Green Man
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Things were drawing to a close on the bowling green. Grandad’s team had not won but it had been a pleasant match and everyone was ready for tea. Nan and Grandad’s house bordered the park, just a three minute walk from the green, so Nan went ahead to put the kettle on while Grandad said cheerio to his team.
“I’ll go and round up the boys,” Dad volunteered.
Mum caught up with Nan.
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Luke pressed the button and waited for the green man. When the traffic stopped and the green man lit up, they crossed the main road.
“See,” said Luke, “safe assouses!”
They both looked up and down for the ball with no more success than they’d had so far. Luke saw a side street which sloped downwards and guessed it had probably rolled down there. It hadn’t.
“I think we have to go back,” said Joe.
“I know,” agreed Luke reluctantly.
They walked up the side street until they reached the main road.
“The cinema!” said Joe with surprise, “I wonder if they’ve got the new Batman film.”
Luke would also have liked to check out the new Batman but first he wondered how come they hadn’t noticed the cinema on their way out. Had they passed it and not seen it? Or was this a different road? Luke looked at the other buildings in the street: a pizza restaurant, a chip shop, a key-cutting shop. None of it looked familiar. Well this road must be parallel to the other road. Luke felt sure if they took the next left they’d be back on track. They took the next left. Then the next right. Then they went straight ahead for a long time. They were completely lost.
“What’re we gonna do?” Joe was really worried.
Luke wasn’t entirely calm himself but he pretended he was.
“Let’s sit down for a minute to think,” he said.
It was so hot and they were really thirsty. They sat down on a bench and thought. Mum and Dad had mobile phones but Luke didn’t know the numbers. And anyway, there were no phone boxes.
“Just think!” Luke told himself, “I’m an outlaw. I can get us out of this.”
He looked up and down the length of the street and at one end of it he saw something that would solve everything.
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A dependable friend
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He was such a dependable friend. The two of them searched for almost ten minutes without any luck. Joe said the Park Keeper would probably understand if they apologised and explained what had happened but Luke wasn’t ready to give up yet.
“This pavement goes downhill,” he said.
“No it don’t, it’s flat,” Joe disagreed.
“Give me your ball,” said Luke.
He placed it gently on the pavement and it started to roll.
“See! It’s slightly downhill. If we follow your ball it will lead us to mine.”
“Ok,” said Joe, and they followed it.
It went past the chip shop and the laundrette; past the pub and the bingo hall. Joe looked back over his shoulder. He couldn’t see the park gate anymore and was a bit worried. Mrs Walker had told them to
1. stay together and
2. stay in the park.
He couldn’t do both so, after very little deliberation, he decided that ‘stay together’ was the more important rule. He hurried to catch up with Luke. The ball continued to trickle on but was slowing down because the slope levelled out just before it reached the main road. Joe’s ball came to a stop against a bulge in the asphalt. He picked it up and put it in his pocket.
“So where’s yours?”
“It must be here somewhere,” said Luke looking around.
His logic was flawless. The ball must have rolled in this direction. But it was nowhere to be seen.
“Well at least we tried,” said Joe, “I think we should prob’ly be gettin’ back to the park.”
“Just one more minute,” said Luke, “I know it’s here. It must be.” Suddenly he realised “someone prob’ly accident’ly kicked it. It’s prob’ly gone across the road!”
“Oh no!” said Joe as he looked at the busy traffic, “we’re not goin’ to cross the road!”
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Luke Walker chapter 5 starts here!
Luke Walker and the police car
Luke and Joe were on the putting green at Swanspool Gardens. They were on the sixteenth hole of an eighteen hole game and Joe was winning. Not by much, but he was winning. It was Luke’s turn.
“It’s so hot,” he said, wiping his face on his T-shirt, “I shun’t be surprised if that’s why I’m not getting’ ’em very quick. Usually I get ’em really quick.”
Joe, lying on the grass under the spray of the sprinkler, took his word for it. Luke eyed the distance and angle of the sixteenth hole from where he was standing. Should be straightforward enough. He even felt quite confident he could beat Joe’s three, in spite of the heat. Of course if he got it in one that would give him a chance of winning. It would at least demonstrate what he was capable of. Joe rolled away from the sprinkler.
“Haven’t you done it yet? Come on, I want another go.”
Luke struck the ball with his putter, a little harder than intended, and it sailed way past the hole, hit a tree, changed direction and finished up under the hedge. Joe laughed. Luke ran to fetch the ball. He patted the ground just under the hedge where he’d seen it go in but couldn’t feel anything. He laid down on his side against the hedge to see if he could see it. Yes. There it was. But it was too far to reach with his hand so he slid his putter under the hedge to try and knock it back out. Unfortunately this knocked it further away and it rolled out the other side and down the slope towards the pavement. Luke called to Joe.
“Jus’ goin’ to get my ball.”
“Leave it. You can share mine,” said Joe.
“It’s my ‘sponsibility to return the ball when I’ve finished playin’,” Luke replied with dignity.
The Park Keeper had treated him with respect by speaking to him like an adult and trusting him to return the hired equipment in as good a condition as he’d received it. Luke was not going to let him down. He had to leave the park to get the ball – something his parents had told him not to do.
They were watching Grandad in a bowling match on the other side of the tennis courts and had only let Luke and Joe go to the putting green on condition that they stay together and stay there until Mum or Dad or Nan came to fetch them. Under no circumstances were they to leave the park. But Luke was sure they’d want him to return the ball to the Park Keeper who had trusted him with it. And it was only just outside, on the pavement at the bottom of the slope on the other side of the hedge. So close to the park that it could hardly be called outside the park.
Luke ran along the hedge until he reached the gate. He exited the park and ran down the path to the pavement. He ran along the pavement in the opposite direction until he was level with what he thought was the spot in the hedge where the ball came through, though it was difficult to tell.
“Joe,” he called, “are you there?”
Joe’s voice came back from the other side of the hedge but it was a bit further along.
“I’m here. Can you see it?”
“Not yet,” said Luke, “but it must be here somewhere.”
He continued along the pavement until he was level with Joe’s voice and then looked carefully for the ball.
“Joe! I can’t find it! Come an’ help me!”
“We’re s’posed to stay here.”
“I know but it’ll be quicker if you help an’ then we’ll go back an’ no one will know.”
“Ok,” said Joe.
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This must be it!
Thank goodness for the happy ending 😀
We hope you enjoyed Lavender Laine’s poetic collage which beautifully illustrates that there’s no point experimenting on animals because, chances are, what’s good or bad for them, is not what’s good or bad for us. She has dedicated the book to the Safer Medicines Campaign.
You can read the whole story here and it is available in paperback from Amazon
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But who did she meet next?
Continues tomorrow ….
but if you can’t wait ’til tomorrow, read it here now 😉
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And then she met Carmen
Continues tomorrow …..
Or read the whole story now 😀
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Then she met George
continues tomorrow 😀
Or you can read the whole story now 😉
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A new rhyming story for children aged 2 and up
We are thrilled to share with you another lovely addition to our 2 and up page:
The rhyming story What’s Good For The Goose Is Not Good For The Panda by collage artist Lavender Laine begins here 😀
continues tomorrow 😀
or you can read the whole story here now
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Post Script
How many friends could a Bibbolybob make if a Bibbolybob came to Earth? (which you can read in full here) has a post script:
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You might be interested to know that at one point during that afternoon, Herb noticed Wibbolywub had put down his notebook on the grass. As a gentle breeze turned some of the pages he was able to steal a look inside – and who could blame him? We’d all be curious about what someone was writing about us wouldn’t we?
Anyway, Herb didn’t actually understand most of what he glimpsed but he was pleased with himself for recognising the numbers. Some of them were big ones.
The following is what he saw:
and that really is the end 😀
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How Many Friends Could A Bibbolybob Make If A Bibbolybob Came To Earth? by Edward Benn and Juliet Mahoney is available in paperback from Amazon so if you enjoyed it, why not give it a good review? I’m sure the authors would appreciate it 😀
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Counting ’til the end
And that’s the end of the story of Wibbolywub and the Earthlings but don’t go away, there is a Post Script which will be right here tomorrow 😀
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The Tenth Earthling Friend
The story continues tomorrow with more games 😀
See you then! Or, if you don’t want to wait that long, you can read the whole story here
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Game 2
Who is the new Earthling? Find out tomorrow 😀
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Let’s play!
The story continues tomorrow 🙂 but if you don’t want to wait you can read the whole book here
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The more the merrier
story continues from yesterday:
to be continued 🙂 but if you don’t want to wait you can read the whole book here
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And then there was Tom
story continues from yesterday
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continues tomorrow, but if you don’t want to wait you can read the whole story here 🙂
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In search of more Earthlings
story continues from yesterday
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continues tomorrow, but if you don’t want to wait that long you can read the whole story here 🙂
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New story for ages 2 and up
We haven’t added anything new to the 2 and up page for ages, so we thought we’d do it now 🙂
With the permission of Honestly Books, we are delighted to share with you How Many Friends Could A Bibbolybob Make If A Bibbolybob Came To Earth? by Edward Benn and Juliet Mahoney.
The story will continue tomorrow, but if you don’t want to wait that long you can read it the whole thing here
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Look out for Reflecto Girl’s Lost Notebook
Remember that in Reflecto Girl episode 5, Renée left her notebook on the bus?
Well, because she can’t risk giving away her real identity, she won’t be able to pick it up from the bus depot lost property office. So it’s just sitting there, going to waste. And it’s only half full so someone could make use of it.
It’s just a little book and she’s left the personal details page blank for obvious reasons, so whoever picks it up could put their own name and stuff in it.
There is a place in it where they could write web addresses that they need to remember. Renée’s added a couple but there’s space for a few more.
In the ‘memos’ section, she’s jotted down a few recipes but there’s room for the new owner to add some more of their own.
And then of course there’s Renée’s journal. Whoever picks up the notebook will learn more about the girl behind the Dounto; about her penpal, her family and why she needed a part-time job. Her journal reveals where her Grandma went and why she’s stayed away for so long – you’ll never guess! And her Reflecto Girl adventures, up until she lost the book, are described in her own words.
She’s done a bit of sketching and doodling in there too.
Of course there’s plenty of space for whoever picks up the notebook to do their own sketches and doodles, or write their own journal. The book’s only half full.
All in all it’s a pretty little notebook and it would be a shame if it went to waste on a dusty shelf. Oh look, she’s even stuck her logo to the back of it.
If you’d like to get hold of Reflecto Girl’s Lost Notebook, you can pick it up here, but do it quick before someone else does 😉
Consequences?
For the story so far click here
The End. For now 😉
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No harm done.
For the story so far click here
to be continued …
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What’s all that racket?
For the story so far click here
to be continued ….
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Now what?
For the story so far click here
to be continued …..
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