Barny & Nicole’s Whale of an Adventure
The story of the migration of the Gray Whale told by Barny & Nicole, two barnacles who hitch a ride for a world-class adventure. Line illustrations suitable for coloring , highlighted terms, and a short quiz at the end.
Journey to The Secret Forest
A deer family takes the reader to the Old Growth Redwoods to tell about the endangered species that live there. Line illustrations suitable for coloring, highlighted terms, and a short quiz at the end.
Emily Who Loved Books Too Much (1,754 words)
Emily opened the “Donate Books” door and looked down the chute. It was very dark, but she knew her books had ended up in the library, so she would, too.
It was like a big scary hole. She didn’t know how far down the chute went, but she had to get into the library to get her backpack with her homework assignment in it. If she didn’t do her homework, her mother would ground her from going to the library after school. Oh, she wouldn’t be able to stand that! Tammy Trail , Girl Detective would not be afraid. Without thinking any further, Emily squeezed into the door. She wriggled through and immediately felt herself sliding downward head first, picking up speed. Her hands reached out to slow her, but there was nothing to grab onto but slippery metal.
Emily hit the bottom of the hole with a thud and found herself in total darkness. She put out her hands and pulled them back in surprise. The walls on either side were wet and slippery. Then a small spot of light ahead caught her eye. She stood and carefully made her way to it, walking through a big puddle. Emily knew she must have made a mistake. This was not the book basement. She had been there and she knew that boxes of books would slide off at the end of the chute onto a big table. As she came down the chute, she must have taken a wrong turn!
As Emily ran toward the light, it grew bigger and she came out of the wet tunnel and into a hallway. And she jumped back in fright. She was facing a closed elevator door. Curled around it, was a sleeping alligator, his four feet hugging the door. His very large teeth hung over his lower jaw. One of his large beady eyes opened sleepily and studied her.”
The Long Way Home, Confessions of an Animal Shelter Rescue Dog (1,754 words)
The truck stopped once more, but this time the engine shut down. All the growling and whining ceased, and the momentary silence seemed even more frightening. I got a whiff of an evil smell, unlike anything I’d ever smelled and whatever little courage I had left deserted me. The rear door of the truck was yanked open by a very big man dressed in an olive green shirt and pants and a billed cap with a shiny round thing on the front of it.
“Welcome to the County Shelter, kids,” he sang, slipping a loop around my cage mate’s neck and pulling him out of the truck. The door slammed and I had a few minutes to brace myself for whatever was coming next. When he returned he took a look at me, scooted up in the corner of the cage, and simply grabbed me with his big gloved hands and carried me into the shelter. It was a shelter in the sense that it had a roof over it, but I didn’t feel very sheltered. I was dumped into a wire kennel with two large, badly-behaved dogs. The Rottweiler on the left immediately let me know how he felt about my moving into the dorm–not even giving me a chance–by baring his convincingly large teeth. On the right, a funny looking thing, an offspring a mom and dad of unknown breed (unlike my champion parents), was more interested in endlessly sniffing me. Depending on whether I wanted to be sniffed or snapped at, I could choose the side of the cage that suited me best. At least our pen was long and I could pace in unison with Rotten and What’s-its when there was nothing to bark at…
I guess I could say my troubles began when Mrs. Bumphartz, my person, had a stroke and they came and took her away to some place called Gold Haven Gardens. But, come to think about it, it was much earlier than that. Life should have been easy and wonderful because my mother was a national dog show champion by the name of Blue Bathsheba of Sierramonte. Just the name should give you an idea of how magnificent she was. Her coat was of such a pure and glossy ebony it had blue lights in it. When she gave birth to my brothers and sister she thought she’d done a magnificent job of carrying on the pedigree line of Dandie Dinmont Terriers that had brought about a significant amount of fame and bucks to the folks who owned her. But, alas, I came out last, known as “the runt.” It was obvious I wasn’t going to be taken seriously because my siblings found it great fun to walk on my head on their way to dinner, so I never got equal time at the milk store. When a visitor came to view the new puppies, they fussed over my brothers and sisters and looked at me like I was an intruder in the jumble of perfect puppies. What determined my destiny was my left eye. My right eye was just as beautiful and clear as Mom’s. But the other was four different splotches of color–white, brown, blue and gray. I was doomed.
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