<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449</id><updated>2024-10-24T07:12:10.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Books And Stories For Kids</title><subtitle type='html'>Books and stories for kids</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Books For Kids</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08209185566008788326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-4952205303461622946</id><published>2012-02-19T06:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:23:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sword of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Once upon a time 
there was a precious sword. Now, this sword belonged to a great King, 
and for as long as anyone could remember, the King spent all his time in
 his palace, enjoying his shows and parties. One day a great dispute 
broke out between this King and the King of a neighbouring country. It 
ended with both declaring war.&lt;br /&gt;

The sword was greatly excited at the prospect of taking part in its 
first real battle. It would show everyone how truly brave and special it
 was, and would become renowned throughout the kingdom. On the way to 
the front line, the sword imagined itself the winner of many battles. 
However, when they arrived, the first battle had already taken place, 
and the sword got to see the results of war. What it saw had nothing in 
common with what the sword had imagined. No elegant shining knights, 
triumphant, with their weapons gleaming in the sunlight. Instead, all 
the sword saw was broken weapons, and hordes of hungry and thirsty men. 
There was hardly any food left. Everything was covered in dirt and 
shrouded in a disgusting smell. Many were half dead and scattered on the
 ground, bleeding from multiple wounds...&lt;br /&gt;

At this, the sword realised it liked neither wars nor battles. It 
decided it preferred to live in peace and spend its time taking part in 
tournaments and competitions. So, on the night before what was going to 
be the big final battle, the sword tried to find a way to prevent it 
from taking place. After a while, the sword started to vibrate. First it
 gave out a low buzz, but this gradually got louder, until it became an 
annoying metallic noise. The swords and armour of the other soldiers 
asked the King&#39;s sword what it was doing. It told them &quot;I don&#39;t want 
there to be a battle tomorrow. I don&#39;t like war&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;

One answered, &quot;No one likes it, but what can we do?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;

&quot;Make yourself vibrate, just like I&#39;m doing&quot;, said the King&#39;s sword. &quot;If we make enough noise no one will sleep.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;

So the weapons started vibrating, and the noise became deafening. It 
was so loud that it reached the enemy camp, and the weapons there, who 
were equally sick of the war, joined the protest.&lt;br /&gt;

The next morning, when the battle should have begun, not a single 
soldier was ready to fight. No one had managed to get even a wink of 
sleep, not even the Kings or the Generals. So they spent the whole day 
catching up on sleep. During the evening they started to wake up, and 
decided to put off the battle for the next day.&lt;br /&gt;

However, the weapons, led by the King&#39;s sword, spent the night 
repeating their peace song, and again no soldier could rest. The battle 
had to be postponed yet again, and this carried on for the next seven 
days. On the evening of the seventh day, the Kings of the two armies met
 to see what they could do about the situation. Both were furious from 
their previous dispute, but after being together for a while they 
started to discuss their sleepless nights, the surprise on their 
soldier&#39;s faces, the confusion of day with night, and the amusing 
situations all this had created. It wasn&#39;t long before both were 
laughing, like friends, at these little stories. &lt;br /&gt;

Fortunately, they forgot their old disputes and they put an end to 
the war, each returning to their own land with the double joy of not 
having had to fight, and having regained a friend. And from then on, 
from time to time the Kings would meet up to talk about their 
experiences as Kings. They now understood that the things which united 
them were much more numerous than anything that set them apart from each
 other.&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4952205303461622946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/sword-of-peace.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/4952205303461622946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/4952205303461622946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/sword-of-peace.html' title='The Sword of Peace'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-4400354914233556442</id><published>2012-02-19T06:20:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:20:23.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;561&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;128&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;387&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;T&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;he weather really has
    its say&lt;br /&gt;
    On when and where we go to play&lt;br /&gt;
    Outside or in, it makes you choose,&lt;br /&gt;
    Which clothes to wear or toys to use.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n summer, outside is the choice&lt;br /&gt;
    The sunshine lets our hearts rejoice,&lt;br /&gt;
    To leap and jump and act the clown&lt;br /&gt;
    Until, at last, the sun goes down.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;I&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n winter, more inside you stay,&lt;br /&gt;
    For shorter is the light of day,&lt;br /&gt;
    Unless of course, it starts to snow&lt;br /&gt;
    When wrapped up, outside must you go.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00f200;&quot;&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;ut anytime of year is fun,&lt;br /&gt;
    The cold, the rain, the shining sun&lt;br /&gt;
    There&#39;s always lots of things to do&lt;br /&gt;
    A favourite game, or something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;60&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
  &lt;/tr&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/4400354914233556442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/weather-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/4400354914233556442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/4400354914233556442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/weather-watch.html' title='Weather Watch'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-2105798350568941288</id><published>2012-02-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:20:05.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Pete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;561&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;128&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;387&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;A&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; puppy by the name of
    Pete&lt;br /&gt;
    Was small and warm and rather sweet&lt;br /&gt;
    A smile he brought to every face&lt;br /&gt;
    Who met him and his gentle grace.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff8000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;H&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e wagged his tail non-stop each day&lt;br /&gt;
    And never tired of games to play&lt;br /&gt;
    He never begged and never growled&lt;br /&gt;
    And in the night-time never howled.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;n fact Pete seemed the perfect pet&lt;br /&gt;
    Until one day, a cat he met,&lt;br /&gt;
    And not quite knowing what to do,&lt;br /&gt;
    He chased it for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00f200;&quot;&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;nd now each time he sees a cat,&lt;br /&gt;
    He stands, when just before he sat,&lt;br /&gt;
    No longer quiet, calm and cute,&lt;br /&gt;
    He hurries off in hot pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;366&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;60&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
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&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1222&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;1047&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;1047&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;1.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Your presence is a present to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff8000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;2.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You&#39;re unique and one of a kind.
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Your life can
    be what you want it to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;4.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Take the days
    just one at a time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;5.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Count your
    blessings, not your troubles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8080ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;6.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You&#39;ll make it
    through whatever comes along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #aa4bb1;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;7.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Within you are
    so many answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;8.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Understand,
    have courage, be strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff8000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;9.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don&#39;t put
    limits on yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;10.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So many dreams
    are waiting to be realized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;11.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Decisions are
    too important to leave to chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Reach for your
    peak, your goal, and your prize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8080ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;13.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Nothing wastes
    more energy than worrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #aa4bb1;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;14.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The longer one
    carries a problem, the heavier it gets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt; Don&#39;t take
    things too seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff8000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;16.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Live a life of
    serenity, not a life of regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;17.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remember that
    a little love goes a long way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;18.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remember that
    a lot goes forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;19.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remember that
    friendship is a wise investment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8080ff;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;20.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Life&#39;s
    treasures are people -- together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #aa4bb1;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;21.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Realize that
    nothing is ever too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;22.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do ordinary
    things in an extraordinary way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff8000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;23.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have health
    and hope and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f0f000;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;24.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Take the time
    to wish upon a star. ... And don&#39;t ever forget -- for even a day -- how very special you
    are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;1047&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;28&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/7290133360350147555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/7290133360350147555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/7290133360350147555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/things-24.html' title='Things 24'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-1254704183057258236</id><published>2012-02-19T06:19:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:19:15.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z = Achieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;2939&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;To Achieve Your Dreams, Remember Your A-Z&#39;s &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img alt=&quot;a.gif (1480 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/a.gif&quot; width=&quot;73&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; void negative sources, people, things and habits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;b.gif (1473 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/b.gif&quot; width=&quot;67&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;elieve in yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;c.gif (1375 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/c.gif&quot; width=&quot;60&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;onsider things from every angle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;d.gif (1502 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/d.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;on&#39;t give up and don&#39;t give in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;e.gif (1401 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/e.gif&quot; width=&quot;63&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; njoy life today: yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;f.gif (1392 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/f.gif&quot; width=&quot;62&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;amily and Friends are hidden treasures. Seek them and enjoy their
    riches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;g.gif (1392 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/g.gif&quot; width=&quot;66&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ive more than you planned to give. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;h.gif (1536 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;73&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/h.gif&quot; width=&quot;77&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; ang on to your dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;i.gif (1249 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/i.gif&quot; width=&quot;42&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;gnore those who try to discourage you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;j.gif (1328 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/j.gif&quot; width=&quot;55&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ust do it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;k.gif (1528 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/k.gif&quot; width=&quot;79&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; eep on trying, no matter how hard it seems. It will get better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;l.gif (1407 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/l.gif&quot; width=&quot;64&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; ove yourself first and foremost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;m.gif (1709 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/m.gif&quot; width=&quot;86&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; ake it happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;n.gif (1565 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;75&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/n.gif&quot; width=&quot;76&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ever lie, cheat or steal. Always strike a fair deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;o.gif (1493 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;79&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/o.gif&quot; width=&quot;69&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;pen your eyes and see things as they really are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;p.gif (1421 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/p.gif&quot; width=&quot;62&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ractice makes perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;q.gif (1478 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;81&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/q.gif&quot; width=&quot;69&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;uitters never win and winners never quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;r.gif (1530 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;78&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/r.gif&quot; width=&quot;74&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; ead, study and learn about everything important in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;s.gif (1326 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/s.gif&quot; width=&quot;51&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;top procrastination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;t.gif (1415 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/t.gif&quot; width=&quot;62&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ake control of your own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;u.gif (1538 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/u.gif&quot; width=&quot;76&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;nderstand yourself in order to better understand others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;v.gif (1510 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/v.gif&quot; width=&quot;76&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;isualize it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;w.gif (1727 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;72&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/w.gif&quot; width=&quot;107&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ant it more than anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;x.gif (1500 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/x.gif&quot; width=&quot;77&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt; ccelerate your efforts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;y.gif (1452 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;76&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/y.gif&quot; width=&quot;72&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ou are unique of all of Nature&#39;s creations. Nothing can replace you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;img alt=&quot;z.gif (1376 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;77&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/alphabet/woodcuts/z.gif&quot; width=&quot;62&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;ero in on your target, and go for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;2766&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;28&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/1254704183057258236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-z-achieve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/1254704183057258236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/1254704183057258236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-z-achieve.html' title='A to Z = Achieve'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-6302943454745406577</id><published>2012-02-19T06:18:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:18:50.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All is Silent - Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;505&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    When the river runs and the criminals raise their guns...all is silent.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    When the leap frogs leap and when new babies sleep...all is silent.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    When the little babies burp and toddlers slurp...all is silent.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    When the sun goes down and the moon comes up...all is silent.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    When the ocean roars and the cockerel crows...all is silent.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    And now that I have finished this poem...all is silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;319&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;ol style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/poem112.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Goodnight&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;215&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/poem112.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;393&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;201&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;313&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;Sweet dreams, &lt;br /&gt;
    Sleep tight,&lt;br /&gt;
    Have a good dream tonight,&lt;br /&gt;
    Move away from the day,&lt;br /&gt;
    Relax and don&#39;t delay,&lt;br /&gt;
    Fly away to dream land,&lt;br /&gt;
    To a nice peacful place,&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The Darkness of Real had been gathering for weeks, sapping the Wee One&#39;s
    energy. It encased Tintagel in an earthly gloom and foreboding.&amp;nbsp; All the creatures of
    Tintagel were shrinking in stature and strength under the evil spirit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Wee
    One was confused by her inability to fly freely, but did her best to continue.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Suddenly, lightening bolts began to dart down onto the Meadow, into the tree tops of the
    Little Wood.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They reached their fiery fingers into the Dell, frightening
    everyone.&amp;nbsp; It removed their magic powers.&amp;nbsp; The Darkness of Real began to take
    over the very heart of Tintagel.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One was caught between heaven and earth as
    she flitted to find her friends.&amp;nbsp; She fell like a stone, illuminated by the
    lightening bolts, that would not stop.&amp;nbsp; The storm showed no mercy for Tintagel or
    it&#39;s gentle creatures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The fae landed with a bump near an outcropping of cottoneaster that grew on the margin
    between the meadow and the Forest of Real.&amp;nbsp; She heard a cry of fear coming from deep
    within the prickly bushes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peering into the thicket she saw a tiny quivering
    ball of gray fur.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Quickly she walked between the thorns moving deeper and deeper into the thicket.&amp;nbsp; In
    the very heart of the prickly web she found Willowby the rabbit.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Oh, do come
    out Willowby, before you injure yourself in the thorns,&quot; she pleaded.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;I&#39;m afraid,&quot; he squeaked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;Please don&#39;t be afraid, Willowby.&amp;nbsp; Lightening can&#39;t really hurt you in
    Tintagel, unless you let it.&amp;nbsp; This is a world of imagination and love.&amp;nbsp; If we
    fear, then the fear will grow.&amp;nbsp; We make our own reality here, pay it no heed,&quot;
    she said stroking his furry paw.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The rabbit wanted to believe the fae but could not move, his fear had so overtaken his
    common sense.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I will stay with you, Willowby but you know the fear will grow
    if we do not face it.&amp;nbsp; Come, let&#39;s face it together,&quot; she pleaded.&amp;nbsp; &quot;I
    promise to stay with you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Slowly, Willowby moved through the thicket trying not to catch his fur on the thorns.
    &amp;nbsp; Every now and then he would wince as his fur was caught.&amp;nbsp; He moved forward
    following the fae, not knowing what else to do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Finally the pair found
    themselves on the edge of the meadow, as the thunder crashed and rumbled overhead. &amp;nbsp;
    The rabbit looked as if he wanted to return to the thicket but suddenly stiffened his
    resolve. &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The Wee One and Willowby sat silently watching the dancing bolts of light.&amp;nbsp; Neither
    said a word for some minutes.&amp;nbsp; Finally the rabbit asked what they were to do. &amp;nbsp;
    &quot;Nothing,&quot; the fae replied.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;Nothing?&quot; Willowby quizzed.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;Hmmmmmm, it will look like nothing but it is really something very important.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;What is that?&quot; The rabbit said with a tremble in his voice.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;We are going to face the fear and let it move through us, Willowby.&amp;nbsp; It looks
    simple but it is sometimes very difficult because you want to run away.&amp;nbsp; To run would
    be silly for the fear would just find you again.&amp;nbsp; It is best to just face it and get
    it over with, Willowby.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    As the two friends sat watching, the lightening bolts began to move off far over the Land
    of Real.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Do we have to stay here forever, Wee One?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &quot;No, I think it is time to go about our lives now, Willowby.&amp;nbsp; The thing has gone
    and we have faced it together.&amp;nbsp; Let&#39;s go play in the meadow.&amp;nbsp; Last one there is
    a mud pie.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The
    Wee One, sat in her thinking place, puzzling. The purple hyacinths grew behind the moss
    covered rock she sat upon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She was wondering if what she wanted to do was the
    right thing.&amp;nbsp; The longer she sat&amp;nbsp; in her thinking spot, the more she believed
    her idea was a good one. With her mind made up to do something she had never done before,
    the tiny fae&amp;nbsp; took flight on golden wings.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The fae flitted high into the air over the giant oaks and beyond the meadow.&amp;nbsp; She
    &amp;nbsp; fluttered down on the shore of the Sparkling Lake.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One walked from
    one stone to another, towards a very large rock.&amp;nbsp; It stood above the others, like a
    beacon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She hesitated for a moment before whispering to the stone.
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Suddenly it appeared to rise a little into the air.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The Wee One walked under the stone.&amp;nbsp; A&amp;nbsp; golden box sat beneath it.&amp;nbsp; Quickly
    she lifted the lid of the box.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A Spirit filled the tiny crystal box the fae
    now held in her hand.&amp;nbsp; As the fae walked out from under the great stone, it settled
    down once again.&amp;nbsp; Without a moment’s hesitation she took to the air.&amp;nbsp; The
    fae flitted to her home in the ancient oak,&amp;nbsp; the crystal box now safely in her
    pocket.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Once home, the Wee One set the box on her&amp;nbsp; mushroom&amp;nbsp; table.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The
    fireflies gathered overhead.&amp;nbsp; The crystal box glittered like diamonds. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    With trembling hands the Wee One opened the box.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, before her stood a
    beautiful Spirit. “Will you help me?” The Wee One pleaded.&amp;nbsp; The Spirit did
    not&amp;nbsp; so&amp;nbsp; much speak, as it thought.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One knew, the Spirit would
    help her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;“We shall begin our journey now,” the spirit thought.&amp;nbsp; *poof* &amp;nbsp;
    In a twinkling, both the Spirit and the Wee One were transported to a city, in the Land of
    Real.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The Wee&amp;nbsp; One was not prepared for what she saw when they materialized.&amp;nbsp; It was a
    place&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; that had things called buildings.&amp;nbsp; Some of the buildings were as
    tall as the&amp;nbsp; Magic Mountain.&amp;nbsp; The air smelled odd and tasted funny.&amp;nbsp; There
    was not a tree or flower to be seen.&amp;nbsp; “I am frightened,” the fae whispered
    to the Spirit. “Is this where the children come from?” &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    “Yes,”&amp;nbsp; the Spirit replied.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One shivered a bit, but the
    Spirit thought, “It will be okay, I’m with you.”&amp;nbsp; “Now quickly
    before it gets light open your pouch and do what you have come to do.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The Wee One reached deep into her pouch and gathered a handful of faerie dust.&amp;nbsp; With
    the Spirit by her side, she sprinkled the magic dust everywhere.&amp;nbsp; When they had
    finished the Spirit thought again.&amp;nbsp; “You have done well wee fae, for a first
    effort; now watch!”&amp;nbsp; Quietly,&amp;nbsp; a gentle rain began to fall.&amp;nbsp; The
    Spirit smiled, for the sprinkles began to grow flowers and trees everywhere they settled.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    As the sun began to rise the city was ablaze with the color of beautiful flowers, twining
    green vines and stately trees.&amp;nbsp; From far beyond the&amp;nbsp; city&amp;nbsp; a rainbow
    appeared and held the city&amp;nbsp; in its arc.&amp;nbsp; The Spirit thought.&amp;nbsp; “It will
    make them happy wee fae, it truly&amp;nbsp; will.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In a twinkle the Wee One
    and the Spirit sat together on a spire overlooking the city.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They &amp;nbsp;
    watched, as the children, the young and the old came out of their houses.&amp;nbsp; All looked
    about them with smiles and wonder.&amp;nbsp; The city was now bursting with&amp;nbsp; the beauty
    of flowers and the songs of birds in the young trees.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    “It is time to go now,” the Spirit thought.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One nodded her head.
    *poof*&amp;nbsp; In a twinkle the two friends were back on the shore of the Sparkling Lake.
    &amp;nbsp; The Spirit returned to the golden box beneath the magic rock.&amp;nbsp; The Wee One
    sighed to see the Spirit go, but she knew the Spirit would always be present&amp;nbsp; for
    those in need of her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    In a whisper the Wee One said, “thank you&amp;nbsp; for helping me... Hope.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;The sun shines on the magic forest. It also shines
    on a giant oak tree, many centuries old. It’s in this tree that Miri’s family
    lives. Miri is a young Fairy, she’s very small, barely a few centimeters(A couple of
    inches) like all the fairies of her race&lt;/small&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Miri and the Gardener&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt; Miri loves that tree with the many cavities sculpted with art
    and dedication. But with the respect for the survival of the living tree, of course. &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The problem is that poor Miri is suffering from a
    mysterious illness. The magician healer was very upset. He had never encountered any such
    sickness before. He searched the memory books left by previous magician-healers to no
    avail unfortunately.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The little fairy, courageously continued to believe, in
    spite of her suffering, that she would heal. Winter was long for little Miri who, from her
    bed entertained her friends. She could not stand sorrow so she kept her morale up. With
    spring came a hope, as fragile as the eggs in the nest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The healer had discovered a cure. But it was the powder
    that rests on the wings of butterflies. Hundreds maybe even thousands of butterflies,would
    be needed to harvest sufficient quantities for the medicine for Miri. Miri’s father
    was at the inn with his friend. He was discussing the problem of which no one seemed to
    know the solution. It was a sad day for Miri’s father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;A stranger seated at a neighboring table, approached them
    discreetly as the custom prescribes. He told Miri’s father; ”I think I can help
    heal your daughter”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;“Stranger, if you can accomplish that,
    I’ll give you everything you want” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;“I have no need for everything, all I need is
    work.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;“Are you a healer?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;“No a gardener, if you hire me I guarantee
    that your daughter will be healed by the end of summer.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The honest tone and truthful gaze in the eyes of
    the gardener convinced Miri’s father to give him a chance. He had nothing to loose
    and Miri all to win... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;From her window, Miri looked at the gardener work,
    an old man with the precise movements acquired along a lifetime dedicated to the love of
    plants. The gardener planted lilac trees in many shades. He even planted unknown plants,
    bushes and flowers with strange, mysterious names that brings visions of exotic places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The old man told Miri that soon, he assured her, it would
    translate into a symphony of colors and textures that will perfume the air. He had such a
    pleasurable expression as he said it, that Miri was certain “HE” could smell it
    already. Miri observed as the young sprout escaped the soil, as the tender green shoots
    grew. Soon flower buds appeared followed by the most beautiful blooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The gossipers were having a good time. “Shameful, he
    buys himself a garden while his daughter, poor girl, lay sick and all. Shameful, I tell
    you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;Then one warm day, attracted by the selected flowers
    butterflies came, more and more of them kept coming to invade the garden. The gardener
    installed a lawn chairs in the clearing and installed Miri comfortably in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Miri received a shower of the powder falling from
    the wings of the butterflies. The powder was of many colors shining in the sun. The rays
    of the sun reflected in the fine powder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;small&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;story130.gif (5743 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;80&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/stories/story130.gif&quot; width=&quot;70&quot; /&gt;The clearing was bathed in the light and in that light
    Miri’s healing… In a week Miri was cured. Her delicate wings shone brightly
    again. Her face had regained her healthy colors and above all her smile was resplendent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;And this is how Miri got her name: &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;“MIRI THE BUTTERFLY FAIRY”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;Copyright ©1998 By Dr. Claude
    Gagné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;small&gt;To read more about Miri the Butterfly Fairy visit: &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://miri.topcities.com/&quot; style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;http://miri.topcities.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;182&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/read/st117_1.gif&quot; width=&quot;384&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t tell anyone this but I&#39;m a
    fairy. Nobody knows you see because I never transform around other people. My name is
    Pixie and I am a green fairy. You see in the fairy tribe I come from they have three
    different types of fairies: the purple fairy, the green fairy and the yellow fairy. The
    purple fairies are the queen fairies the fairies that live inside the Queen fairies
    castle. The green fairies are just normal fairies and the yellow fairies are people such
    as nurse fairies etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;I am glad I am a green fairy because I get to do
    whatever I like and I have a really nice fairy house inside a giant mushroom. I usually
    transform at night when nobody is around. I started transforming into a fairy one day when
    I was about 9 and I think it was because I ate this crab apple and you&#39;re not supposed to
    eat them! I am 11 now so that was 2 years ago. Now that I&#39;m a fairy it gives me the
    ability to fly around which is great because at night I go to all my friends houses and
    check that they are okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Sometimes if they are having trouble getting to sleep or
    they are feeling ill or anything I use my magic to help them. The house I go to most often
    is Amie&#39;s house because she&#39;s my best friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;There are three different types of magic: the healing magic
    (that helps people), the touchstone magic (that makes things appear and disappear) and
    come along magic (that brings you anything you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;This is my friend Ee-oor he is a little
    pocket dragon not like his cousins who are Wedge dragons (this means they are big and
    purple!) or like his other cousins who are minute dragons (this means they are almost
    invisible!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Anyway I just thought you might like to know
    a few things about what it is like to be a fairy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/8122850962817193319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/fantasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/8122850962817193319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/8122850962817193319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/fantasy.html' title='Fantasy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-9187754322532399528</id><published>2012-02-19T06:14:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:15:16.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niblet the Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I am a mouse. My name is Niblet. I live in a
    little hole in a house. Living in the house is a man, a woman, a boy, and a girl. I like
    the two children a lot. They always leave crumbs behind and I get to eat them when
    everyone is asleep. They also have cool little toys. Some of the toys are good for my home
    so I borrow them and use them in my house. Last week I found a little chair, just big
    enough for me. It fits so nicely in my living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Today I found a little spoon. It is great for scooping up
    crumbs that are in cracks that I can&#39;t reach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I also have a little blanket that I found under the little boy&#39;s
    bed. It really isn&#39;t a blanket, it is an old shirt from his little teddy bear. He doesn&#39;t
    need it anymore because he got his bear a new shirt and the old one makes a perfect
    blanket for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I miss the kids when they go to school in the morning. The house
    is so quiet without them. I really miss all of the squeaks and noise they make. Kids are
    just like mice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I love the family I live with, and I hope they never find
    out about me. People are scared of mice and try to get rid of them if they find us in
    their house. That&#39;s why I need to be so quiet. Shhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/9187754322532399528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/two-caterpillars_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/9187754322532399528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/9187754322532399528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/two-caterpillars_19.html' title='Niblet the Mouse'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-6287743712580262065</id><published>2012-02-19T06:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:14:19.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Caterpillars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;2699&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Once upon a
    time there were two caterpillars, a brother and a sister, who lived together way way up on
    the top of a big oak tree. The two caterpillars loved each other very much. They played
    together, ate together, and watched out for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;One day, while they were munching on a nice
    delicious green leaf, a strong breeze blew them off the tree and they both landed on the
    ground. They looked up and saw how far their little home was, all the way up in the top of
    the tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh, no&quot; said Cater &quot;it will take us forever to
    make it back home.&quot; Pillar sighed and then she said &quot;You&#39;re right, but we will
    just have to keep going until we make it, otherwise we will never get home.&quot; So they
    started climbing the tree. They were a bit surprised because the part they were climbing
    was smooth and gray, not at all like the rough brown part up at the top of the tree where
    their home was. But since they had never been to the bottom of the tree they thought that
    this was just how it was. They had only climbed a few inches however, when the tree
    started to move! &quot;Wow, the tree is moving now&quot; said Pillar sounding a bit
    worried. &quot;Look!&quot; Cater said pointing up &quot;This isn&#39;t the tree that we&#39;re
    climbing. It&#39;s the foot of Elephant!&quot; When Pillar looked up she saw two giant
    elephant eyes looking straight at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant said &quot;Why are you tickling
    my leg you little caterpillars?&quot; By now Cater and Pillar were very afraid, but they
    explained to the elephant how the big wind had blown them out of the tree and they had
    thought his leg was the bottom of the tree where their home was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The elephant was very kind even though he looked very frightening
    to the little caterpillars and he felt very sorry for them being stuck on the ground so he
    decided to help them. He put his long trunk down next to them and told them to climb on.
    Then he carried them up to the top of the tree by stretching his long trunk way up high.
    The caterpillars were thrilled to be home again and they both shouted at exactly the same
    time &quot;Thank you Elephant! You saved us a lot of work climbing back up this big
    tree.&quot; The kind elephant waived his long trunk at the two caterpillars and went
    happily on his way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The two caterpillars continued to live in the top of the
    tree and to take care of each other, but soon it was time for them to make their cocoons
    and turn into beautiful butterflies. Cater and Pillar said goodbye to each other and
    promised that who ever came out first would stay and wait for the other one. Then they
    spun their cocoons and sealed themselves inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;While they were in their cocoons, another big storm came and blew
    them off their branch and far away. But this time they did not land next to each other.
    Cater landed near the river and Pillar landed near the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;When they came out of their cocoons the caterpillars could not
    find each other. They looked this way and that but they couldn&#39;t even see their home. Each
    caterpillar, now a beautiful butterfly, was alone in the middle of the great big world.
    &quot;Where is Cater?&quot; Pillar said when she came out. &quot;Where is Pillar?&quot;
    Cater thought when he came out. So the two butterflies decided to look for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;As he flew off Cater looked down at himself
    and realized that he had turned into a butterfly with a yellow body and yellow and black
    spotted wings. He didn&#39;t look anything like the little green caterpillar he had been
    before he closed himself up in the cocoon. He landed on a nearby leaf and sat there
    wondering how he was going to find Pillar since he didn&#39;t even know what she looked like
    any more either. All his life he had known her as a little green caterpillar too.
    &quot;This is not going to be easy&quot; Cater thought to himself, &quot;How can I search
    for my sister butterfly when I don&#39;t know what to look for?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;But Cater knew that he had to find her somehow, so he flew up into
    the air and began to look around for his sister. Each time he saw another butterfly he
    would rush over and ask, &quot;Are you Pillar?&quot; But each time the answer was
    &quot;No&quot; so he kept looking. He must have asked one hundred butterflies this
    question, but none of them were his sister. Everyone wanted to help and they all asked
    what she looked like but Cater could not tell them because he didn&#39;t know. All he knew was
    that her name was Pillar and that she was his sweet sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;By now Pillar was just as worried. She had
    also realized that since she had turned into a butterfly with purple and red wings and
    blue spots, her brother must look different too. She knew that he must have changed just
    as much and she would never be able to recognize him. How was she going to find him? How?
    How? How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Pillar also began to look for Cater by flying around and calling
    his name as loudly as she could. Suddenly she had a great idea and she started to ask all
    of the other insects she saw to help her find her brother by calling his name too. Before
    she knew it there were hundreds of insects flying around calling her brother&#39;s name. The
    air was full of bugs saying &#39;&#39;Cater&quot;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Before long Cater heard someone calling his name and rushed see
    who it might be. He followed the sound of his name until he reached a big fat green
    praying mantis. Cater was very disappointed to see that it was not his sister, and he
    asked the praying mantis why he was calling his name. The praying mantis told him that a
    beautiful purple butterfly with blue spots was looking for her brother and had asked him
    to help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Cater was so happy! He was close to finding his sister again
    and he could hardly believe that he would see her again. Once Cater had calmed down he
    asked a praying mantis which direction his sister had gone. The helpful praying mantis
    pointed him in the right direction and Cater flew off as fast as his wings could carry
    him. Every time Cater passed an insect calling his name he would happily shout
    &quot;That&#39;s me!&quot; He was getting happier by the moment because he knew that he was
    going in the right direction and soon he would see Pillar again. Then, far away, he saw
    his sister. He started calling her name and flying to her as fast as he could. Pillar
    heard her brother&#39;s voice and turned to see a beautiful butterfly with black and yellow
    spots heading towards her. In no time the two butterflies were back together again and
    they were laughing and playing as they flew off across the fields to search for their
    lovely home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6287743712580262065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/two-caterpillars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/6287743712580262065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/6287743712580262065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/two-caterpillars.html' title='The Two Caterpillars'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-4387413303751622923</id><published>2012-02-19T06:13:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T06:13:49.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Traffic Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Once upon a time, there was a traffic
    light… a lonely traffic light. She felt that nobody gave her much attention.
    Sometimes people would stand by her and push the button for the light to change, and she
    felt less lonely while they were waiting. But once the light changed the people would
    leave and cross the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;At times, when the light was red, the people waiting in the cars
    would give her their attention as they waited for the light to turn green. That also made
    her less lonely, but not for long. Once the light turned green the cars would zoom by
    without noticing that she existed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Then, the traffic light noticed that there was a little red car
    that passed by early every morning and again every afternoon. It was a mother and two
    little kids dropping off their Daddy at the train station in the morning and picking him
    up in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Sometimes when the light was red, the two kids would wave to
    the traffic light, show her their stuffed animals, or stare at her waiting for the light
    to change. That made her very happy. At other times when the light was green the car would
    go right through the intersection and the little kids wouldn&#39;t even look at the light.
    That made her very sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The traffic light wanted the attention of the two little children
    and decided that the next time she saw the car she would turn herself red. That would give
    the kids a chance to wave to her or stare at her. She thought the idea sounded very nice,
    so that is what she did the next morning and afternoon when she saw the red car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;After a few days of switching herself, the circuit inside of
    her pole got messed up and the light stayed on yellow. She tried very hard to switch it to
    red or green but she just couldn&#39;t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;The next morning, the repairmen came and opened the little door on
    the side of her pole. They worked for a couple of hours and found the problem. The switch
    that she used to turn the light from red to yellow to green had burnt out. In a few
    minutes they had replaced the bad switch and the traffic light was back to normal. Now she
    was again able to stop the red car and see the little children every morning and
    afternoon. But after a few days the switch burnt out again and the repairmen had to come
    out to fix it once more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As they were working, the traffic
    light could hear them talking to each other. She heard them saying that the traffic light
    must be getting too old and that it was really hard for all of the people, because it was
    making traffic jams when she broke down. When she looked up she saw a huge line of cars
    all waiting and honking. All of the people in them were very upset because they couldn&#39;t
    get where they needed to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It was then that the traffic light
    realized how important she was to all of the people in their cars. She had always thought
    that they were simply ignoring her when they drove away, but now she knew that without her
    no one would be able to drive anywhere. Then she felt very bad that she had caused all of
    these problems.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The traffic light did not want to make people
    unhappy, so she decided that from now on she would only switch herself from green to red
    when it was the proper time so that her&amp;nbsp; switch wouldn&#39;t&amp;nbsp; burn out too soon. She
    thought of how happy it made people when she was working properly, and she knew that she
    would still see the kids every day, even if it was for only a few seconds. That made her
    VERY happy, and from that day on she was never lonely again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Once there
    was a little mouse named Lucy. She lived in the meadow with her mother and&amp;nbsp;father,
    and her little brother Harvey. She and Harvey got along very well. They played in the
    fields, went swimming in the summer, climbed trees, and even had tea parties together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Lucy thought that Harvey was just
    about the most perfect brother she could have, except for one thing…her had a way of
    sneaking up on her when she just wasn&#39;t expecting it. Why only this morning he had
    startled her so badly that she had spilled her juice all over the table. Mother had been
    upset and so had she. In fact, she had been so upset it had given her hiccups and now she
    couldn&#39;t get rid of them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She had tried drinking water, and holding
    her breath but the Hiccups just wouldn&#39;t go away. No matter how hard she tried to get rid
    of them every few seconds a giant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;HIC-CUP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;
    would burst out of her little self. Maybe my friends will know what to do, she thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;First she went to Skunk&#39;s
    house. &quot;Hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; Skunk&quot; she said. &quot;Hello. How are you today?&quot; Skunk
    replied. &quot;I&#39;m &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;fine&quot; said Lucy &quot;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; the hiccups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; and I can&#39;t get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; rid of them!&quot;
    &quot; I noticed&quot; said Skunk &quot;Perhaps if you stand on your head the Hiccups will
    fall out&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;she suggested.
    &quot;That&#39;s what I always do and it works great for me. Toodle Loo!&quot; and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;he dashed off without another
    word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So Lucy stood on her head and
    waited for a very long time. It was very difficult because with every Hiccup she would
    lose her balance and have to start all over again. While she was doing this Frog hopped
    up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;What are you doing
    Lucy?&quot; he asked. Lucy started to tell him but suddenly a really huge Hiccup came out,
    and Frog said &quot;Oh my, it seems standing on your head has given you the Hiccups. You
    should try hopping on one foot while patting your tummy&quot; he offered helpfully.
    &quot;Thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;-HIC-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; you&quot; she said, but when she looked up Frog
    had already hopped off towards the pond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Hopping on one foot and patting her
    tummy sounded silly to Lucy but the Hiccups were getting worse and she was willing to try
    anything if it would make them go away. But no matter how hard she hopped and patted, the
    Hiccups wouldn&#39;t go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Oh no!&quot; she said as she
    began to walk home. &quot;Perhaps I will have Hiccups for the rest of my life. I will be
    known as the Hiccup Mouse. Maybe I will never be able to go into the library again, the
    Librarian will surely tell me I am too noisy to be there! And I can forget about ever
    playing Hide-n-Seek, because everyone will find me!&quot; By now, she was so busy feeling
    miserable that she hardly noticed where she was going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Just then Harvey jumped out of the
    berry bushes beside the path holding a large, juicy berry. &quot;Lucy look what I
    found!&quot; he exclaimed. But Lucy was tired of being surprised by her little brother and
    she&#39;d had enough. &quot;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harvey, how many times have I told you not to…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&quot;
    she started to say. Then she stopped and a huge smile spread across her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;She realized that her Hiccups were
    gone! Harvey had surprised her so much that the Hiccups had disappeared. &quot;Oh,
    Harvey&quot; she said and then she threw her arms around him and gave him a gigantic hug.
    &quot;Thank you! You cured me of those horrible Hiccups!&quot; she cried. Then she and
    Harvey went off to share that delicious berry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/6326029773984797753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiccup-mouse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/6326029773984797753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/6326029773984797753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/hiccup-mouse.html' title='The Hiccup Mouse'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-3586044710640134522</id><published>2012-02-18T09:40:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:40:33.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;310&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;122&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;122&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Lucky is my cat.&amp;nbsp; He has gold fur.&amp;nbsp; He is very lucky.&amp;nbsp; We got him
    from the pound. &amp;nbsp; We are very lucky to have him as a pet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;122&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3586044710640134522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/lucky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3586044710640134522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3586044710640134522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-3233837560299551683</id><published>2012-02-18T09:39:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:39:40.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;330&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;118&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;118&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;big&gt;I went to Roller World.&amp;nbsp; It was fun there.&amp;nbsp; I went around 21 times.&amp;nbsp; I
    ate ice cream and drank soda.&amp;nbsp; I saw my friends Briana and Shelby.&amp;nbsp; I also saw
    Tommy and Emma.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;118&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3233837560299551683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/roller-skating-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3233837560299551683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3233837560299551683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/roller-skating-trip.html' title='Roller Skating Trip'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-2398727340975170824</id><published>2012-02-18T09:39:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:39:20.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;348&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;155&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;155&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    Once upon a time there was a girl named Sue and a boy named Todd. They saw lots of candy
    when they walked to the deep woods, they where so excited, so they move to the house,
    everything is made out of candy, they found a candy bed, candy chairs and table too!
    Nobody had ever known this, so they stayed there forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;155&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/2398727340975170824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/candy-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/2398727340975170824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/2398727340975170824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/candy-land.html' title='Candy Land'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-5462452540823696308</id><published>2012-02-18T09:38:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:38:52.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;528&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Once there lived a country that never had a name.The Queen was pregnant 15 times but her
    children were unborn. At last the Queen had a daughter and she named her Russia. Russia
    grew to be so beautiful that on her 10th birthday she was asked to marry a British prince
    but she refused the offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;On Russia&#39;s 15th birthday
    she declared she would marry anyone who can give her a name for their country. &amp;nbsp;
    100,000 men had come to see her with 900,000,000 names thought of for the country. There
    was only one the princess liked and she married the person with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Q:&lt;/span&gt; Can you guess what the country&#39;s name is now?&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; RUSSIA !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;331&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;370&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;189&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;I would go to the moon if I had wings. I would keep it a secret so nobody would know,
    and I would hide my power. I would&amp;nbsp; play leapfrog with my space buddy. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;I would go to Saturn after I got tired of the moon. After that I
    would go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;189&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;339&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;339&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    Once there was a trained dolphin named, Regina and she had no home but her fur kept her
    warm. &amp;nbsp; Then one day a mother dolphin went up to Regina and said, &quot;I am your
    mother I found a home for you sweetheart.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Regina said, &quot;Let&#39;s go I will
    be happy to get out of this nasty water.&quot;&amp;nbsp; But it took forever to get to her new
    home but finally they got there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Regina was happy to
    to be with all her brothers and sisters. The first day she was there she got in to
    mischief and got punished and for getting in to stuff she was told not to.&amp;nbsp; Also her
    brothers got in to trouble to for being mean to Regina and hurt her feelings by calling
    her names like fat so but they made up by kissing and they lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;339&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
  &lt;/tr&gt;
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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffbb&quot; colspan=&quot;5&quot; height=&quot;28&quot; width=&quot;575&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;1050&quot; style=&quot;width: 550px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;856&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;547&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Mel was a 7 year old girl, with the heart as the size of an elephant. I think maybe even
    bigger. She loved to read and write. She lived in a family of a Mom, a Dad, and an older
    brother named Danny. Mel was short for Melanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;One
    day, Mel was riding her bike down Crazy Street. (It got it&#39;s name by having crazy twists
    and turns.) When Mel was riding threw a twist, she saw a girl standing in front of her.
    Mel stopped the bike just in time. &quot;Hi,&quot; Mel said. &quot;I&#39;m Melanie, and I like
    to be called Mel. Who are you?&quot; The girl stood there for a long moment.
    &quot;Lizzie,&quot; she replied finally. &quot;I am new here, and shy. Will you show me
    around Mel?&quot; &quot;Sure, of course!&quot; Mel agreed as she put down her kick stand.
    &quot;My bike will be okay here. For now, at least.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;Mel showed Lizzie around Crazy Street,&amp;nbsp; Wild Creek,
    (which was a creek where the water was so wild and had so many rapids) Dark Forest, (which
    was a forest which was always dark) Sparkling Falls, (which was a water fall which always
    sparkled and shined.) and Animal Cave. (That&#39;s where all the animals came during the
    winter and hybernated) When they got back to Crazy Street, Mel&#39;s bike was laying flat on
    the ground. &quot;I was sure I put the kickstand up,&quot; Mel said with worry.
    &quot;Maybe, it fell down anyway,&quot; Lizzie suggested. &quot;I don&#39;t think so,&quot;
    Lizzie replied. &quot;Maybe it was an animal, let&#39;s go to my house,&quot; Mel said. Mel
    rode her bike to her house. &quot;Here we are,&quot; Mel said as they finally got there.
    &quot;Home at last.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

    &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;They walked into the house when Mel&#39;s Mom said, &quot;hello
    Mel. Who&#39;s this?&quot; &quot;This is Lizzie,&quot; Mel intruduced. &quot;She&#39;s new in
    town, so she asked me to show her around.&quot; Mel hugged her Mom. &quot;Oh Mommy, may
    Lizzie please stay over to play?&quot; &quot;Yes,&quot; Mom replied, hugging Mel back.
    &quot;Of course. Do you know your new phone number, Lizzie? Maybe you can stay for a sleep
    over.&quot; &quot;Yes, I do know my new phone number.&quot; She told her. Mom diled the
    numbers and talked to Lizzie&#39;s Mom. &quot;It&#39;s all set,&quot; Mom said after she hung up
    the phone. &quot;Lizzie, your Mom is dropping off some of your clothes.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;

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    &lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; height=&quot;856&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;50&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;one.gif (80 bytes)&quot; height=&quot;4&quot; src=&quot;http://www.goodnightstories.com/images/one.gif&quot; width=&quot;4&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/feeds/3560195024464265635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodnight-mel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3560195024464265635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4202359092020357449/posts/default/3560195024464265635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://book4kids.blogspot.com/2012/02/goodnight-mel.html' title='Goodnight, Mel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4202359092020357449.post-8995302652177671140</id><published>2012-02-18T09:36:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T09:36:57.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairyland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;rtl&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=&quot;#ffffff&quot; colspan=&quot;3&quot; height=&quot;3550&quot; valign=&quot;top&quot; width=&quot;482&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Once upon a time there were two little kids named Jesse and Mary Sue.&amp;nbsp; They were
    brother and sister. Their mom and dad had divorced years ago. And their dad now was seeing
    someone else.&amp;nbsp; She was cruel to them behind their father’s back. She said if
    they got married, she would make their life’s miserable from the moment she said I
    do”. One day their dad called them into his room.&amp;nbsp; When they got in there he
    told them to sit on the bed, then he said “there’s going to be a new member in
    the family and a lot of changes too.&amp;nbsp; What I’m trying to say is I’m getting
    married”. “What”, they said.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Quite the surprise isn’t
    it?&quot; said their father. Father you can’t it’ll ruin our family tree said
    Jesse. Well I’m sorry kids but I love her, before their father could say anything
    more they ran out of the house and let the door slam behind them.
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter
    2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    After walking a while, they finally stopped and realized they were a long way from home in
    a part of the neighborhood they had never seen before. There were fairies as beautiful as
    princesses’ birds with the rainbow colors on their feathers all different kinds of
    animals, beautiful butterflies and the most unexpected fairies they thought they’d
    only see fairies in there Fairy Tale books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;It soon became dark, Jesse and Mary Sue had fallen
    asleep on a rock. When Jesse and Mary Sue woke up in the morning, they saw that all the
    animals were lying next to them. After they’d been there a while the animals bird and
    fairies started asking how they found their way there.&amp;nbsp; The children told the truth,
    they said they’d gotten mad that their father was getting married to a women they
    didn’t like so they ran away and when they stopped they were there.&amp;nbsp; After
    telling them that the animals said they were glad they found their way because now they
    had someone to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Then they introduced the princess of the fairies, her
    name was Patty. Her dad, the king of the fairies, called her Patty the Pooh.&amp;nbsp; She was
    very pretty, she had short Blonde hair with a crown made out of gold and an outfit fit for
    a princess. The princess said she had good news, one of the fairies was going to have a
    baby fairy. Everyone congratulated her.&amp;nbsp; Then she went on, we found out a few weeks
    ago but we didn’t want to jinx it. Everyone congratulated her again and went to bed.
    The next morning she had the baby. She decided to name her Julia. When she turned one and
    was able to walk Jesse and Mary Sue were still there. It was Saturday when Jesse and Mary
    Sue were about to leave and then they heard a familiar voice and decided to stay for
    another night.&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter
    3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    Early in the morning the next day, they heard it again so they got out of bed to see were
    it was coming from, but on there way out of Fairyland, they woke up. Julia liked to go on
    adventures so, of course, she wanted to come with them. So the three went to see were the
    voice was coming from, they followed the voice to a cave and peeked inside. Jesse and Mary
    Sue could not believe what they saw. It was their step mom, she was talking to someone but
    they weren’t sure whom it was. Julia knew who it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Mary Sue and Jesse asked Julia who their step-mom was
    talking to. It’s the demon, she replied, he has a son too.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When he gets
    older he’ll do what his dads doing, His dad is very evil. Years ago everybody in
    fairyland challenged him. They said whoever won got the land and the other person had to
    go some were else. And the demon lost so he had to move out here. But why would our
    step-mom be talking to him that sounds really weird. Maybe she’s a demon too, said
    Jesse. No I don’t think that could happen, said Julia, but maybe because nobody knows
    who&#39;s the little demons mother. Julia continued, we have to get home and warn daddy, Mary
    Sue said.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter
    4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    So the next morning they told everyone they had to go, they had to go warn their dad. So
    they said their goodbyes and were off but then Julia’s mom stopped them and asked if
    they would take Julia with them, they said they would and then her mom continued, it would
    be the biggest adventure she ever had. Then Julia thanked her mom and her mom thanked
    Jesse and Mary Sue and then they told them they would be back soon and then they left
    fairyland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Now Julia knew this was going to be the biggest
    adventure she ever had because she’d never been this far out of fairyland before and
    she was excited. Jesse and Mary Sue told her that when they were at their house she has to
    hide and Julia agreed. So when they arrived, Julia did as she was told and hid behind a
    plant in the living room. In their father’s room they were telling him about who they
    had seen and were they had seen her, of course, their father, who found this a little hard
    to believe, welcomed them with open arms but then said I think you two are sick. Come and
    lay down a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Dad! They both said we’re not sick, we really
    saw her. How could you if she was right here by me the whole time you were gone. The only
    time she left was when she went to the store and got groceries. We don’t under stand,
    where is she now she went to get groceries. Fairyland! They both said at the exacted same
    time. They both ran out the door with Julia following behind them but this time their dad
    followed them, hoping he would find out what was going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;As soon as they got there and the dad had a chance to
    catch up he asked them what was going on, they said that they would explain again later.
    Then they went to the cave were they had seen her but she wasn’t there. Now their
    father was beginning to think this was all a joke. When he saw their step mom and his
    future wife, she was coming out of a secret passage in the cave. Then all four of them
    went back to the fairies and asked them if they knew about it. The fairy’s said no
    except one. He said he’d been trying to find out what was&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 5&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter
    5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    The door then opened and Mary Sue clinched onto Jesse’s hand so hard it was turning
    red, the pass way looked like fairyland except there were no fairies. Then! They saw it a
    golden door but it had a keyhole. Where would they find a key that big, they were puzzled
    so they sat down to think. Then they all decided to go back to fairyland but when they
    said the magic password someone they had not been warned about spotted them. He grabbed
    them by they’re arms and made them walk with him, they tried to escape but he
    wouldn’t let go. He was the demon’s companion his name was Alfred but everyone
    called him Al. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;He took them to the demon who was being carried on a
    mattress and all he was doing was eating grapes and giving all the girls he’s phone
    number, not very impressive if you ask me. Then finally after stuffing a handful of grapes
    in he’s mouth he said I thought you’d be coming here soon after I saw you two
    spying on me and that kind lady I was talking to. &quot;She&#39;s our step mom and she’s
    not kind at all.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;I never knew kids could be so rude to someone who
    truly loves them, take them away, take them away said the demon I can’t stand them
    any longer. Jesse, Mary Sue and they’re Father were handcuffed to a shelf in a
    closet.&amp;nbsp; Julia was locked in a cage in the corner of the closet but you couldn’t
    see her because a shirt was covering her. &quot;Maybe there’s a secret hiding place
    the Demon puts a key in to unlock and lock the door&quot;, &quot;Good idea.&quot; Julia
    said. Mary Sue started looking for a piece of wood that would come out of the wall with
    the one hand that wasn’t handcuffed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Soon it was late and she still hadn’t found
    anything and in no time she fell asleep along with her brother, her dad and Julia. In the
    morning when Mary Sue woke up she accidentally hit the wall when she was stretching. Hey
    guys, I think I found something she said. It was a loose board, when the board fell out
    there was a big key behind it. This looks like a key for something very important
    I’ll put it in my pocket. I think I know what that important thing is, let’s go.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;&quot; name=&quot;Chapter 6&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter
    6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    So they went back to where they had last seen the demon and again found him laying down
    being feed grapes by all the girls. When they saw him they said we know your plan and we
    have the key you hid in the room you locked us in &quot;but I have a spare, did you
    actually think I’d put the key in the same room I locked you in with out a
    spare&quot;, said the demon. While the demon was talking Julia had came up with an idea of
    her own and was already starting it. She slipped behind the demon and knocked the key out
    of his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&quot;Actually I did&quot; she said just catching the
    key in her hand and now that I have both keys your plan is history she added and
    “we’re off to save fairyland”. Not so fast said the demon, &quot;did you
    really think I’d fall for that too?&quot; as two guards stepped out from behind the
    bushes. They were tall demons even taller then the demon and himself.&amp;nbsp; Julia, Mary
    sue, Jesse and their father all ran as fast as they could, then they saw a cave and ran
    but it didn’t take to long for the guards to sniff them out, they came running after
    them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Then Julia, Jesse, his sister and their dad saw a
    waterfall, they took their only chance and jumped with a deep breath, but of course Julia
    flew. When they landed, they swam to the surface and realized they were back where they
    started at the big door. They put the key in and all the sudden the demon came but they
    opened the door and they hurried in, before the demon could catch them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;Then all the sudden they know what to do, they said
    the magic words which were “open pass way” and then they picked a magic flower
    and put it in the pot they saw in the middle of the room and the flower turned into a
    liquid which they poured on the demon, his son which turned them into who they where
    before. The demon was the fairy prince, his son was a normal kid and the guards were mice.
    As for they’re step mom well this effected her too she came out as a kind lady and
    said hi I’m sorry if was mean to you before the demon which is now the fairy prince
    had me under a evil spell, they all forgave her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0000a0; font-family: Comic Sans MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;big&gt;The End&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One day the Brown family was sitting in
    their home when all of the sudden Mrs. Brown heard a kittens meow. Now there was a big
    storm outside so that kitten must of been afraid. Nothing became of that incident that
    night though. The next day Mrs. Brown&#39;s children saw the kitten roam around the street. He
    actually lived in there yard!&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; All the children got together to
    catch the cat and give him a home. The kitten was so fast they couldn&#39;t get any where near
    the stray kitten. The kids got there friends together and their friends had no more speed
    then the Brown children had. They soon cornered the fuzzy kitten but it jumped in to a
    near by tree! Oh no the children thought.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How could
    they ever get him out of the tree? At dinner Bobby; Mrs. Makely&#39;s son was eating his
    Kielbasa when it came to him. He knew just what to do. He&#39;d use Kielbasa to get the cat
    from the tree to the house! The next day after school he took some left over Kielbasa out
    of the freezer and cooked it up. Next he put it on a fancy silver platter.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    When he was done he shouted &quot;wala, the kittens dinner looks delish!&quot; He then
    went outside and saw a dog coming toward the tree where the cat sat. The cat jumped off
    and ran! Then Bobby got his other siblings and his friends from across the street. The dog
    was gone by the time they got there but the cat was no where to be found.&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They searched and searched
    all over until they came to a bed of pine needles under a pine tree. There was an unusual
    bump of pine needles. Then they saw a kitten jump out and stand there look at them. Bobby
    ran and got the platter or Kielbasa. He returned with the silver platter in a flash!&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The cat followed
    Bobby all the way to the house! Then Bobby put the platter in the house. The cat went in
    to the house and ate the whole meal. The children went in to hug the cat but it ran under
    the freezer!!! When he finally came out from hiding Mrs.Brown picked him up and held him
    in the palm of her hand. &lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
    &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
    The kitten purred lovingly. &quot;I know what we&#39;ll call him!&quot; Shouted Bobby.
    &quot;What?&quot; Asked Mrs.Brown. &quot;Kielbasa&quot; He announced happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
    &lt;br /&gt;
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    It was Friday and Annabelle was sleeping at Pat&#39;s house. Pat had bought lots of food and a
    video for them and they were really excited. Pat had never had anybody sleeping at her
    house before. The first thing they did was play with Pat&#39;s hamster &#39;Spyro&#39; for a while.
    After that they coloured in Pat&#39;s colouring book. Then they watched the video that Pat had
    got which was called Pinnochio whilst eating the food that they had bought. After that
    Pat&#39;s mum told them that it was bedtime, so they went to bed. Next morning Pat and
    Annabelle had their breakfast and then Annabelle&#39;s mum came and picked her up. Annabelle&#39;s
    mum and Pat&#39;s mum decided that because they were such good girls Pat could sleep over at
    Annabelle&#39;s house the week after. They said goodbye to each other and then Annabelle went
    home.&lt;br /&gt;
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