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A Rose and an Amaranth blossomed side by side in a garden.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day the Amaranth said to her neighbor,&lt;br /&gt;
"How I envy you your beauty and your sweet scent! No wonder you are such a universal favorite."&lt;br /&gt;
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But the Rose replied with a shade of sadness in her voice,&lt;br /&gt;
"Ah, my dear friend, I bloom but for a time: my petals soon wither and fall, and then I die. But your flowers never fade, even if they are cut,for they are everlasting."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This Aesop's Fable, written in the 6th century BC, compares the Rose to the Amaranth to illustrate the difference in fleeting and everlasting beauty)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FYI:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amaranthus&lt;/span&gt;, collectively known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amaranth&lt;/span&gt;, is a cosmopolitan genus of herbs. Approximately 60 species are recognized,foliage ranging from purple and red to gold. &lt;br /&gt;
Although several species are often considered weeds, people around the world value amaranths as leaf vegetables, cereals, and ornamentals.&lt;br /&gt;
The word comes from the Greek amarantos (Αμάρανθος or Αμάραντος) the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"one that does not wither," or the never-fading&lt;/span&gt; (flower).&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amaranth"&gt;info found at wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S1E9oCuOMuI/AAAAAAAACF8/qgFruJrV_iU/s1600-h/craft+how+to++dozi-design-paper-rose-tutorial.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427186784092959458" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S1E9oCuOMuI/AAAAAAAACF8/qgFruJrV_iU/s400/craft+how+to++dozi-design-paper-rose-tutorial.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.scrap-a-little.com/2009/05/another-card-stock-rose-tutorial.html"&gt;this site has a step by step tutorial for the rose above&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A fun craft and good vid but the video cuts off. See the next vid.&lt;br /&gt;
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This month's story is actually an old folk song but like most songs it tells a story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oats, Peas, Beans and Barley Grow&lt;/span&gt; is a traditional British and American folk song.&lt;br /&gt;
It is a "play song" and the children perform the actions in the songs verses, basically acting out the planting and harvesting of a crop. The song can be found on many children's cd's, performed by artist such as Raffi and John Langstaff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Can you or I or anyone know&lt;br /&gt;
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First the farmer sows his seed,&lt;br /&gt;
Stands erect and takes his ease,&lt;br /&gt;
He stamps his foot and claps his hands,&lt;br /&gt;
And turns around to view his lands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Can you or I or anyone know&lt;br /&gt;
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Next the farmer waters the seed,&lt;br /&gt;
Stands erect and takes his ease,&lt;br /&gt;
He stamps his foot and claps his hands,&lt;br /&gt;
And turns around to view his lands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Can you or I or anyone know&lt;br /&gt;
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Next the farmer hoes the weeds,&lt;br /&gt;
Stands erect and takes his ease,&lt;br /&gt;
He stamps his foot and claps his hands,&lt;br /&gt;
And turns around to view his lands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Can you or I or anyone know&lt;br /&gt;
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Last the farmer harvests his seed,&lt;br /&gt;
Stands erect and takes his ease,&lt;br /&gt;
He stamps his foot and claps his hands,&lt;br /&gt;
And turns around to view his lands.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Oats, peas, beans, and barley grow,&lt;br /&gt;
Can you or I or anyone know&lt;br /&gt;
How oats, peas, beans, and barley grow?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This video shows kids performing some of the movements in the song.&lt;br /&gt;
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An excellent activity to accompany this song the ever popular growing a bean in a cup (or a clear bag or a test tube if you can find one).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Watch a Bean Grow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
activity found at  &lt;a href="http://www.kids-science-experiments.com/watchabean.html"&gt;Kids Science Experiments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Materials you will need:&lt;br /&gt;
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• Water&lt;br /&gt;
• Potting Soil/Compost&lt;br /&gt;
• A clear, plastic cup&lt;br /&gt;
• 3 Test Tubes&lt;br /&gt;
• 3 Beans (almost any kind of dry bean will do)&lt;br /&gt;
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Steps:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.  Fill the cup with 2 inches of water&lt;br /&gt;
2.  Drop the two beans in the cup of water&lt;br /&gt;
3.  Leave the beans to soak overnight&lt;br /&gt;
4.  The following day, drain/empty the water from cup and take the beans out of the cup&lt;br /&gt;
5.  Fill the test tubes just over half way with the potting soil and place each bean inside the test tubes and fill the test tube with more soil&lt;br /&gt;
6.  Place the test tubes in a well light and warm spot and be sure to water them every day. &lt;br /&gt;
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Keep a close watch each day as you will be able to see how quickly the plants will grow (minute by minute).&lt;br /&gt;
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If you do not have test tubes use clear plastic cups or a clear plastic container and plant the beans by the sides of the container so that you can watch the beans grow by looking through the clear container.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Did you know that plants need water to live?  As well as absorbing water from the atmosphere (air) through their leaves, they suck water up through their stems.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another excellent set of directions can be found at&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1651268975"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Poor Androcles was in despair; he had not strength to rise and run away, and there was the lion coming upon him. But when the great beast came up to him instead of attacking him it kept on moaning and groaning and looking at Androcles, who saw that the lion was holding out his right paw, which was covered with blood and much swollen. Looking more closely at it Androcles saw a great big thorn pressed into the paw, which was the cause of all the lion's trouble. Plucking up courage he seized hold of the thorn and drew it out of the lion's paw, who roared with pain when the thorn came out, but soon after found such relief from it that he fawned upon Androcles and showed, in every way that he knew, to whom he owed the relief. Instead of eating him up he brought him a young deer that he had slain, and Androcles managed to make a meal from it. For some time the lion continued to bring the game he had killed to Androcles, who became quite fond of the huge beast.&lt;br /&gt;
But one day a number of soldiers came marching through the forest and found Androcles, and as he could not explain what he was doing they took him prisoner and brought him back to the town from which he had fled. Here his master soon found him and brought him before the authorities, and he was condemned to death because he had fled from his master. Now it used to be the custom to throw murderers and other criminals to the lions in a huge circus, so that while the criminals were punished the public could enjoy the spectacle of a combat between them and the wild beasts. &lt;br /&gt;
So Androcles was condemned to be thrown to the lions, and on the appointed day he was led forth into the Arena and left there alone with only a spear to protect him from the lion. The Emperor was in the royal box that day and gave the signal for the lion to come out and attack Androcles. But when it came out of its cage and got near Androcles, what do you think it did? Instead of jumping upon him it fawned upon him and stroked him with its paw and made no attempt to do him any harm. &lt;br /&gt;
It was of course the lion which Androcles had met in the forest. The Emperor, surprised at seeing such a strange behavior in so cruel a beast, summoned Androcles to him and asked him how it happened that this particular lion had lost all its cruelty of disposition. So Androcles told the Emperor all that had happened to him and how the lion was showing its gratitude for his having relieved it of the thorn. Thereupon the Emperor pardoned Androcles and ordered his master to set him free, while the lion was taken back into the forest and let loose to enjoy liberty once more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;  story source - originally told by Aesop, this particular version was written by Joseph Jacobs in&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=HXQFAAAAMAAJ&amp;amp;pg=PR1" target="_blank"&gt;Europa's Fairy Book&lt;/a&gt; published in&amp;nbsp; 1916&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Make a Paper Mache Lion Mask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(directions found at &lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/"&gt;TLC.howstuffworks.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What You'll Need:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Newspaper&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Paper plate&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Scissors&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stapler&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 paper egg-carton sections&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Masking Tape&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;White glue&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Water&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Measuring cup&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Large mixing bowl&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spoon&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Tempera paint&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Paintbrush&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;ITEMS TO DECORATE THE MASK:&amp;nbsp; Beads, Sequins, Feathers, Ribbon scraps, Yarn, Fabric scraps, etc.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to Make Lion Mask: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;  Cover your work surface with newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Cut a slit in each side of the  paper plate. Pull the edges of each slit together, and overlap them.  Staple the edges together. This will bend the plate into a face shape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Tape on the egg-carton sections for bulgy eyes.&amp;nbsp; If you want to wear the mask, then cut out eye holes instead of using the egg-carton sections.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Make a fist-size ball  of newspaper, and tape it in place for the lion's snout.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Crumple up some  newspaper, and put it under the mask so it will keep its form while you  work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Tape on egg-carton sections for eyes. Tape ball of newspaper for the snout." border="0" height="430" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/theatre-crafts-for-kids-5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;©2007 Publications International, Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Tape on newspaper for the snout.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Tear 7 to 8 newspaper pages into strips.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Mix 1/2 cup white glue with  1/2 cup water in a large mixing bowl.&lt;br /&gt;
8. As you use them, put the newspaper strips in the  glue/water mixture.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;/b&gt;When you take the  strips out of the mixture, run them between your fingers to remove the  excess liquid.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Cover the mask front with a layer of newspaper strips.&lt;br /&gt;
11. Let the mask dry overnight.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Cover mask front with newspaper strips." border="0" height="186" src="http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/theatre-crafts-for-kids-4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;©2007 Publications International, Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cover mask front with newspaper strips.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Add a second layer of strips; smooth the strips over the mask with your fingers.&lt;br /&gt;
13. Let the mask dry overnight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Paint the mask with two coats of tempera paint. Let dry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Paint on the lion's mouth;&lt;br /&gt;
16. Decorate the mask with whatever you have around. You can use yarn, ribbon, crepe paper streamers etc for the lion's mane. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time there was a merchant who traveled about the world a great deal. On one of his journeys thieves attacked him, and they would have taken both his life and his money if a large dog had not come to his rescue and driven the thieves away.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the dog had driven the thieves away he took the merchant to his house, which was a very handsome one, and dressed his wounds and nursed him till he was well.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as he was able to travel the merchant began his journey home, but before starting he told the dog how grateful he was for his kindness, and asked him what reward he could offer in return, and he said he would not refuse to give the most precious thing he had.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so the merchant said to the dog, "Will you accept a fish I have that can speak twelve languages?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No," said the dog, "I will not."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Or a goose that lays golden eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No," said the dog, "I will not."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Or a mirror in which you can see what anybody is thinking about?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"No," said the dog, "I will not."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Then what will you have?" said the merchant.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I will have none of such presents," said the dog; "but let me fetch your daughter, and bring her to my house."&lt;br /&gt;
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When the merchant heard this he was grieved, but what he had promised had to be done, so he said to the dog, "You can come and fetch my daughter after I have been home for a week."&lt;br /&gt;
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So at the end of the week, the dog came to the merchant's house to fetch his daughter, but when he got there he stayed outside the door, and would not go in.&lt;br /&gt;
But the merchant's daughter did as her father told her, and came out of the house dressed for a journey and ready to go with the dog. &lt;br /&gt;
When the dog saw her he looked pleased, and said, "Jump on my back, and I will take you away to my house." &lt;br /&gt;
So she mounted on the dog's back, and away they went at a great pace, until they reached the dog's house, which was many miles off.&lt;br /&gt;
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But after she had been a month at the dog's house she began to mope and cry. &lt;br /&gt;
"What are you crying for?" said the dog.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Because I want to go back to my father," she said.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dog said, "If you will promise me that you will not stay there more than three days I will take you there. But first of all," said he, "what do you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"A great, foul, small-tooth dog," said she.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Then," said he, "I will not let you go."&lt;br /&gt;
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But she cried so pitifully that he promised again to take her home. &lt;br /&gt;
"But before we start," he said, "tell me what you call me."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh," she said, "your name is Sweet-as-a-Honeycomb."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Jump on my back," said he, "and I'll take you home."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So he trotted away with her on his back for forty miles, when they came to a stile. &lt;br /&gt;
"And what do you call me?" said he, before they got over the stile. &lt;br /&gt;
Thinking she was safe on her way, the girl said, "A great, foul, small-tooth dog."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when she said this, he did not jump over the stile, but turned right round again at once, and galloped back to his own house with the girl on his back.&lt;br /&gt;
Another week went by, and again the girl wept so bitterly that the dog promised to take her to her father's house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the girl got on the dog's back again, and they reached the first stile, as before, and the dog stopped and said, "And what do you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sweet-as-a-Honeycomb," she replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the dog leaped over the stile, and they went on for twenty miles until they came to another stile. &lt;br /&gt;
"And what do you call me?" said the dog with a wag of his tail.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was thinking more of her father and her own house than of the dog, so she answered, "A great, foul, small-tooth dog."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then the dog was in a great rage, and he turned right round about, and galloped back to his own house as before. &lt;br /&gt;
After she had cried for another week, the dog promised again to take her back to her father's house. So she mounted upon his back once more, and when they got to the first stile, the dog said, "And what do you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sweet-as-a-Honeycomb," she said.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So the dog jumped over the stile, and away they went -- for now the girl made up her mind to say the most loving things she could think of -- until they reached her father's house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When they got to the door of the merchant's house, the dog said, "And what do you call me?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just at that moment the girl forgot the loving things she meant to say and began, "A great --," but the dog began to turn, and she got fast hold of the door latch, and was going to say "foul," when she saw how grieved the dog looked and remembered how good and patient he had been with her, so she said, "Sweeter-than-a-Honeycomb."&lt;br /&gt;
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When she had said this she thought the dog would have been content and have galloped away, but instead of that he suddenly stood upon his hind legs, and with his forelegs he pulled off his dog's head and tossed it high in the air. His hairy coat dropped off, and there stood the handsomest young man in the world, with the finest and smallest teeth you ever saw.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course they were married, and lived together happily. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Story collected by Sidney Oldall Addy for &lt;b&gt;Household Tales and Other Traditional Remains: Collected in the Counties of York, Lincoln, Derby and Nottingham&lt;/b&gt; published in 1895)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you recognize the story? Yep, it's very similar to the classic&lt;i&gt; Beauty and the Beast. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I've found 2 and a half fun dog crafts for you. I say two and a half because the last craft is just a variation of the first craft. The first two crafts are very simple and suitable for children of all ages. The last craft requires more skill and patience. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.origami-instructions.com/origami-dog.html"&gt;Directions on how to make a very simple Origami Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/family/dog-crafts5.htm"&gt;Great directions on how to make a poodle, a chihuahua and a dachshund from chenille stems and pompoms&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;The dog made here is the same Origami Dog made in the first directions link. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;For the older child and the more experienced Origamist (is that a word?), try making an Origami Dog out of a Dollar Bill.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Folks traveling the Oregon Trail looking for a new life  left almost everything behind them when they made the 2000 mile journey  in their covered wagons.&amp;nbsp; As the trail grew harder, the valleys  steeper, the mountains more treacherous, they started abandoning  furniture and luxuries of all sorts by the wayside to make it easier to  move the wagons.&amp;nbsp; Many of their horses and cattle died on the  trail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And many lost family members to sickness or accident.&lt;br /&gt;
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By  the time the settlers&amp;nbsp;reached Oregon, the few goods they had were  precious indeed.&amp;nbsp; And so it was for the people who made their new home  in Pass Creek Canyon.&amp;nbsp; The tiny settlement was so isolated that the  villagers had no access to manufactured goods of any sort and had to  make do with what they brought with them.&amp;nbsp; And so, it turned out, they  were soon down to their very last darning needle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now darning  needles, in those days, were used to sew clothing and darn socks and  mend buttons that were torn off.&amp;nbsp; For a whole community to have only one  darning needle was a major concern.&amp;nbsp; The settlers were very careful to  keep the needle safe.&amp;nbsp; They passed it from family to family, and for two  or three days at a time, the women in each family would sew and darn as  quickly as they could before passing the needle on to the next  household.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then one day, little Jimmy Chitwood was assigned the  task of carrying the needle to Grandmother Drain's cottage over the  hillside.&amp;nbsp; To keep the darning needle safe, his mother threaded it with  bright red wool knotted firmly through the eye of the needle.&amp;nbsp; Then she  stuck it into a potato and gave the precious needle to her small son.&lt;br /&gt;
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As  the little boy walked along the trail, he heard a rustling in the  bushes.&amp;nbsp; Ahead of him, a Mama bear and her two cubs ambled into view.&amp;nbsp;  Alarmed, Jimmy ducked behind a serviceberry bush, hoping the Mama bear  wouldn't notice him and attack.&amp;nbsp; He sat very still, trembling from head  to toe, until all sounds of the bears had ceased.&amp;nbsp; Then he crept back  out onto the trail, checked carefully in both directions, and continued  toward Grandmother Drain's cabin.&amp;nbsp; And that's when he realized his hand  was empty!&amp;nbsp; He'd lost the potato with the precious darning needle stuck  into it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Jimmy looked everywhere, but there were many  serviceberry bushes, and he couldn't find the exact place where he'd  left the trail.&amp;nbsp; Soon the whole village turned out to look for the  potato with the darning needle stuck into it.&amp;nbsp; They combed the hillside  for hours, and it was the despairing little Jimmy who finally caught a  glimpse of red wool in the bracken and swooped inside to rescue the  darning needle.&lt;br /&gt;
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But all good things come to an end.&amp;nbsp; With so  much heavy use and so much time spent stuck into the juice of the  potato, the needle grew weak and&amp;nbsp;it broke in Grandmother Drain's hand  the day after it was found in the woods.&amp;nbsp; The whole village was upset by  the loss, but no one blamed&amp;nbsp;Grandmother Drain for breaking it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It  could have happened to any of them.&amp;nbsp; But all sewing and mending in the  village ceased from that day, and clothing grew tattered, socks and  stockings had gaping holes in them, and folks shook their heads,  wondering what to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Jimmy Chitwood blamed himself  bitterly for the loss of the darning needle.&amp;nbsp; If only he hadn't lost  it.&amp;nbsp; If it hadn't been stuck so long in the potato, it might not have  broken in Grandmother Drain's hand.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He fretted and fretted about the  lost darning&amp;nbsp;needle, and nothing his parents said could comfort him.&lt;br /&gt;
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At  that time, a young man in California decided he wanted a life of  adventure.&amp;nbsp; He came north to Portland Oregon, set himself up with a&amp;nbsp;mule  and wagon full of goods, and started roaming the mountains and  valleys, visiting villages and mining camps and farming communities.&amp;nbsp;  It so happened that a month to the day after the breaking of the last  darning needle, he wandered into Pass Creek Canyon with his peddler's  wagon.&lt;br /&gt;
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News of the peddler spread like wildfire through the  community, and soon the young man was surrounded by families fingering  his wares and talking excitedly.&amp;nbsp; The young man soon learned about the  last darning needle from Mrs. Chitwood, and he watched little Jimmy  stroking the horse's mane and pretending not to listen as he mother  talked of losing the needle when the bear appeared, and finding it  again, and then losing it again when it broke.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well, son," the  young peddler said to Jimmy.&amp;nbsp; "Do you intend to give your family and  friends Christmas gifts this year?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Jimmy looked up from patting  the mule, startled by the question.&amp;nbsp; He hadn't thought about Christmas  until that moment.&amp;nbsp; He nodded uncertainly.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Well, son.&amp;nbsp; How  about you and I give everyone their Christmas presents a little early."&amp;nbsp;  He knelt down beside the lad and took a small packet out of the pocket  of his coat.&amp;nbsp; "Why don't you give one of these to each of the ladies in  your town as an early Christmas gift?"&amp;nbsp; And he handed the child the  packet full of darning needles.&amp;nbsp; "I think there are enough here for  every family to have one."&lt;br /&gt;
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And so there were.&amp;nbsp; Little Jimmy  passed the needles out to each family, his face beaming with pride.&amp;nbsp; And  the peddler refused to accept a penny for the needles, insisting that  they were a Christmas gift from Jimmy to the town.&lt;br /&gt;
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After that,  Pass Creek Canyon became a regular stop on the peddler's route, and the  farmers and settlers in the community began to prosper and do well in  their new home.&amp;nbsp; Never again did they run out of darning needles, which  was a blessing to all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/TClj3vmQUKI/AAAAAAAACg8/wrD6S5ej8MQ/s1600/threadday.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/TClj3vmQUKI/AAAAAAAACg8/wrD6S5ej8MQ/s320/threadday.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;July 25th is Thread the Needle Day. A day to celebrate sewing crafts of every kind. Naturally, I plan to give you a sewing craft to go with the story and the holiday but there is also an old children's game called&amp;nbsp; Thread the Needle.&lt;br /&gt;
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According to MamaLisa.com:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;In Thread the Needle Games, the players stand in two rows across from  each other.  They hold hands in an arch with the person across from  them.  Players go under the arch and join the end of the line once  they’re through the arch.  Sometimes they’re played while singing a  song.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sounds a lot like playing London Bridge, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;
Like most folk songs and folk games, there are variations on how the game is played and on the words and tune of the song.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mamalisa.com/midi/thread_the_needle1.mid"&gt;midi version of the tune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thread my grandmother’s needle,&lt;br /&gt;
Thread my grandmother’s needle;&lt;br /&gt;
It is too dark we cannot see&lt;br /&gt;
To thread my grandmother’s needle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Come thread a long needle, come thread,&lt;br /&gt;
The eye is too little, the needle’s too big. &lt;br /&gt;
Thread the needle thro’ the skin,&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes out and sometimes in.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an interesting video of adults playing the game. &lt;br /&gt;
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And now for a very easy sewing project.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;T Shirt Drawstring Bag&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
you'll need: &lt;br /&gt;
a t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;
needle and thread&lt;br /&gt;
scissors&lt;br /&gt;
ribbon or cord for a drawstring &lt;br /&gt;
safety pin&lt;br /&gt;
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Directions:&lt;br /&gt;
Turn the t-shirt inside out.&lt;br /&gt;
Cut t-shirt starting next to the collar and cut straight down both sides.&lt;br /&gt;
Sew down both sides and across the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;
Turn right sides out.&lt;br /&gt;
To close you bag, will use the natural neck casing as your drawstring casing. Cut small slit in this collar casing. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Pin safety pin to one end of your ribbon or cord.&lt;br /&gt;
Insert drawstring or ribbon through the neck casing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Remove pin, tie the ends of your ribbon together.&lt;br /&gt;
Voila!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.kids-sewing-projects.com/tshirt-drawstring-bag.html"&gt;Check out these step-by-step pics&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://craftblog.com.au/2008/07/12/t-shirt-into-drawstring-bag-tutorial/"&gt;Craft Blog has a similar bag from a t-shirt&lt;/a&gt;. The directions have good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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How to Hand Sew&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Fairy Gifts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(this story is a little longer than most of the tales I've put up but it is well worth telling. It might be a good story to tell in parts.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It generally happens that people's surroundings reflect more or less accurately their minds and dispositions, so perhaps that is why the Flower Fairy lived in a lovely palace, with the most delightful garden you can imagine, full of flowers, and trees, and fountains, and fish-ponds, and everything nice. For the Fairy herself was so kind and charming that everybody loved her, and all the young princes and princesses who formed her court, were as happy as the day was long, simply because they were near her. They came to her when they were quite tiny, and never left her until they were grown up and had to go away into the great world; and when that time came she gave to each whatever gift he asked of her. But it is chiefly of the Princess Sylvia that you are going to hear now.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Fairy loved her with all her heart, for she was at once original and gentle, and she had nearly reached the age at which the gifts were generally bestowed. However, the Fairy had a great wish to know how the other princesses who had grown up and left her, were prospering, and before the time came for Sylvia to go herself, she resolved to send her to some of them. So one day her chariot, drawn by butterflies, was made ready, and the Fairy said:&lt;br /&gt;
'Sylvia, I am going to send you to the court of Iris; she will receive you with pleasure for my sake as well as for your own. In two months you may come back to me again, and I shall expect you to tell me what you think of her.'&lt;br /&gt;
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Sylvia was very unwilling to go away, but as the Fairy wished it she said nothing--only when the two months were over she stepped joyfully into the butterfly chariot, and could not get back quickly enough to the Flower-Fairy, who, for her part, was equally delighted to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;
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'Now, child,' said she, 'tell me what impression you have received.'&lt;br /&gt;
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'You sent me, madam,' answered Sylvia, 'to the Court of Iris, on whom you had bestowed the gift of beauty. She never tells anyone, however, that it was your gift, though she often speaks of your kindness in general. It seemed to me that her loveliness, which fairly dazzled me at first, had absolutely deprived her of the use of any of her other gifts or graces. In allowing herself to be seen, she appeared to think that she was doing all that could possibly be required of her.&lt;br /&gt;
But, unfortunately, while I was still with her she became seriously ill, and though she presently recovered, her beauty is entirely gone, so that she hates the very sight of herself, and is in despair. She entreated me to tell you what had happened, and to beg you, in pity, to give her beauty back to her. And, indeed, she does need it terribly, for all the things in her that were tolerable, and even agreeable, when she was so pretty, seem quite different now she is ugly, and it is so long since she thought of using her mind or her natural cleverness, that I really don't think she has any left now. She is quite aware of all this herself, so you may imagine how unhappy she is, and how earnestly she begs for your aid.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'You have told me what I wanted to know,' cried the Fairy, 'but alas! I cannot help her; my gifts can be given but once.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some time passed in all the usual delights of the Flower-Fairy's palace, and then she sent for Sylvia again, and told her she was to stay for a little while with the Princess Daphne, and accordingly the butterflies whisked her off, and set her down in quite a strange kingdom. But she had only been there a very little time before a wandering butterfly brought a message from her to the Fairy, begging that she might be sent for as soon as possible, and before very long she was allowed to return.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Ah! madam,' cried she, 'what a place you sent me to that time!'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Why, what was the matter?' asked the Fairy. 'Daphne was one of the princesses who asked for the gift of eloquence, if I remember rightly.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'And very ill the gift of eloquence becomes a woman,' replied Sylvia, with an air of conviction. 'It is true that she speaks well, and her expressions are well chosen; but then she never leaves off talking, and though at first one may be amused, one ends by being wearied to death. Above all things she loves any assembly for settling the affairs of her kingdom, for on those occasions she can talk and talk without fear of interruption; but, even then, the moment it is over she is ready to begin again about anything or nothing, as the case may be. Oh! how glad I was to come away I cannot tell you.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Fairy smiled at Sylvia's unfeigned disgust at her late experience; but after allowing her a little time to recover she sent her to the Court of the Princess Cynthia, where she left her for three months. At the end of that time Sylvia came back to her with all the joy and contentment that one feels at being once more beside a dear friend. The Fairy, as usual, was anxious to hear what she thought of Cynthia, who had always been amiable, and to whom she had given the gift of pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I thought at first,' said Sylvia, 'that she must be the happiest Princess in the world; she had a thousand lovers who vied with one another in their efforts to please and gratify her. Indeed, I had nearly decided that I would ask a similar gift.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Have you altered your mind, then?' interrupted the Fairy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Yes, indeed, madam,' replied Sylvia; 'and I will tell you why. The longer I stayed the more I saw that Cynthia was not really happy. In her desire to please everyone she ceased to be sincere, and degenerated into a mere coquette; and even her lovers felt that the charms and fascinations which were exercised upon all who approached her without distinction were valueless, so that in the end they ceased to care for them, and went away disdainfully.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I am pleased with you, child,' said the Fairy; 'enjoy yourself here for awhile and presently you shall go to Phyllida.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sylvia was glad to have leisure to think, for she could not make up her mind at all what she should ask for herself, and the time was drawing very near. However, before very long the Fairy sent her to Phyllida, and waited for her report with unabated interest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I reached her court safely,' said Sylvia, 'and she received me with much kindness, and immediately began to exercise upon me that brilliant wit which you had bestowed upon her. I confess that I was fascinated by it, and for a week thought that nothing could be more desirable; the time passed like magic, so great was the charm of her society. But I ended by ceasing to covet that gift more than any of the others I have seen, for, like the gift of pleasing, it cannot really give satisfaction. By degrees I wearied of what had so delighted me at first, especially as I perceived more and more plainly that it is impossible to be constantly smart and amusing without being frequently ill-natured, and too apt to turn all things, even the most serious, into mere occasions for a brilliant jest.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Fairy in her heart agreed with Sylvia's conclusions, and felt pleased with herself for having brought her up so well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But now the time was come for Sylvia to receive her gift, and all her companions were assembled; the Fairy stood in the midst and in the usual manner asked what she would take with her into the great world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sylvia paused for a moment, and then answered: 'A quiet spirit.' And the Fairy granted her request.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This lovely gift makes life a constant happiness to its possessor, and to all who are brought into contact with her. She has all the beauty of gentleness and contentment in her sweet face; and if at times it seems less lovely through some chance grief or disquietude, the hardest thing that one ever hears said is:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Sylvia's dear face is pale to-day. It grieves one to see her so.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when, on the contrary, she is gay and joyful, the sunshine of her presence rejoices all who have the happiness of being near her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S-SSv3eWw1I/AAAAAAAACbU/8IyySsC3Qjw/s1600/Almond_flower_fairy_garland_350.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S-SSv3eWw1I/AAAAAAAACbU/8IyySsC3Qjw/s320/Almond_flower_fairy_garland_350.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are soooooo many ideas available for fairy crafts that I had a hard time limiting my self. I finally managed to narrow it down to five activities. Enjoy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This is a cute idea....I went to a Fairy Name generator. Here's my fairy info. The link to find your fairy is below:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Your fairy is called &lt;i&gt;Bramble Goblintree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a bringer of riches and wealth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She lives in leafy dells and bluebell glades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is only seen when the first leaves fall from the trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wears bluebell-blue dresses. She has gentle green wings like a butterfly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emmadavies.net/fairy/default.aspx"&gt;Get your free fairy name here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How to Make Fairy Wings &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are lovely directions with good pictures on &lt;a href="http://themagiconions.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-make-fairy-garden.html"&gt;how to make a Fairy Garden&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Use lots of ribbons to make a very simple &lt;a href="http://www.offray.com/garnymph.htm"&gt;Ribbon Fairy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Make a Fairy House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
you'll need:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hula hoop&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;strong strings&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;pieces of material- fabric can be cut/torn into strips or you can use scarves and tie them on...soft silky fabrics that flow work best&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Directions: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mark three sections of an equal distance from each other on the hula hoop&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cut the string into 3 equal pieces the length of which is up to you but probably at least 2ft each.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;After tying the strings to each point, tie the other ends together. The house will hang from here.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Now you're ready to add fabric and make your house.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can tear your fabric into long strips which can then be tied onto the hoop to hang down. The strips can be as thing or thick as you wish.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Cutting will give you a cleaner edge and you can also cut the bottoms of your strips in to a curved shape to look like flower petals.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Once you have added your fabric, decide where you want the "house" to hang.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can add special touches like artificial flowers and other touches. The flowers can be glued on or the stems wrapped on the hoop.  &lt;/li&gt;
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At such a great distance apart, they had never even heard of each other; but, funnily enough, the idea came into both their heads at once that they should like to see a little of the world, and the frog who lived at Kyoto wanted to visit Osaka, and the frog who lived at Osaka wished to go to Kyoto, where the great Mikado had his palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one fine morning in the spring they both set out along the road that led from Kyoto to Osaka, one from one end and the other from the other. The journey was more tiring than they expected, for they did not know much about traveling, and halfway between the two towns there arose a mountain which had to be climbed. It took them a long time and a great many hops to reach the top, but there they were at last, and what was the surprise of each to see another frog before him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each other for a moment without speaking, and then fell into conversation, explaining the cause of their meeting so far from their homes. It was delightful to find that they both felt the same wish--to learn a little more of their native country--and as there was no sort of hurry they stretched themselves out in a cool, damp place, and agreed that they would have a good rest before they parted to go their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What a pity we are not bigger," said the Osaka frog; "for then we could see both towns from here, and tell if it is worth our while going on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that is easily managed," returned the Kyoto frog. "We have only got to stand up on our hind legs, and hold onto each other, and then we can each look at the town he is traveling to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea pleased the Osaka frog so much that he at once jumped up and put his front paws on the shoulder of his friend, who had risen also. There they both stood, stretching themselves as high as they could, and holding each other tightly, so that they might not fall down. The Kyoto frog turned his nose towards Osaka, and the Osaka frog turned his nose towards Kyoto; but the foolish things forgot that when they stood up their great eyes lay in the backs of their heads, and that though their noses might point to the places to which they wanted to go, their eyes beheld the places from which they had come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear me!" cried the Osaka frog, "Kyoto is exactly like Osaka. It is certainly not worth such a long journey. I shall go home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had had any idea that Osaka was only a copy of Kyoto I should never have traveled all this way," exclaimed the frog from Kyoto, and as he spoke he took his hands from his friend's shoulders, and they both fell down on the grass. Then they took a polite farewell of each other, and set off for home again, and to the end of their lives they believed that Osaka and Kyoto, which are as different to look at as two towns can be, were as alike as two peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Source: Andrew Lang, The Violet Fairy Book (London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1901), pp. 125-126.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Make an Origami Jumping Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Origami (折り紙?, from ori meaning "folding", and kami meaning "paper") is the traditional Japanese folk art of paper folding, which started in the 17th century AD and was popularized in the mid-1900s. It has since then evolved into a modern art form. The goal of this art is to transform a flat sheet of material into a finished sculpture through folding and sculpting techniques, and as such the use of cuts or glue are not considered to be origami.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Origami"&gt;this info found at wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these little frogs. I find the best way to learn origami is visually. So I have given you the chart below, a link and a wonderful video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S7FRPV5J9ZI/AAAAAAAACT4/bUVhApZ69d0/s1600/jumping-frog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S7FRPV5J9ZI/AAAAAAAACT4/bUVhApZ69d0/s400/jumping-frog.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454229947739141522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic from &lt;a href="http://www.papercrane.org/index/Diagrams"&gt;papercrane.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very good step by step pictures on &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-an-Origami-Jumping-Frog"&gt;How to make an Origami Jumping Frog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8X_QQE1oKM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r8X_QQE1oKM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-1552236131209502923?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now it happened that he got into a conversation with the king, and to make an impression on him he said, "I have a daughter who can spin straw into gold."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king said to the miller, "That is an art that I really like. If your daughter is as skillful as you say, then bring her to my castle tomorrow, and I will put her to the test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl was brought to him he led her into a room that was entirely filled with straw. Giving her a spinning wheel and a reel, he said, "Get to work now. Spin all night, and if by morning you have not spun this straw into gold, then you will have to die." Then he himself locked the room, and she was there all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor miller's daughter sat there, and for her life she did not know what to do. She had no idea how to spin straw into gold. She became more and more afraid, and finally began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the door opened. A little man stepped inside and said, "Good evening, Mistress Miller, why are you crying so?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," answered the girl, "I am supposed to spin straw into gold, and I do not know how to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man said, "What will you give me if I spin it for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My necklace," said the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man took the necklace, sat down before the spinning wheel, and whir, whir, whir, three times pulled, and the spool was full. Then he put another one on, and whir, whir, whir, three times pulled, and the second one was full as well. So it went until morning, and then all the straw was spun, and all the spools were filled with gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise the king came, and when he saw the gold he was surprised and happy, but his heart became even more greedy for gold. He had the miller's daughter taken to another room filled with straw. It was even larger, and he ordered her to spin it in one night, if she valued her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl did not know what to do, and she cried. Once again the door opened, and the little man appeared. He said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw into gold for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ring from my finger," answered the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man took the ring, and began once again to whir with the spinning wheel. By morning he had spun all the straw into glistening gold. The king was happy beyond measure when he saw it, but he still did not have his fill of gold. He had the miller's daughter taken to a still larger room filled with straw, and said, "Tonight you must spin this too. If you succeed you shall become my wife." He thought, "Even if she is only a miller's daughter, I will not find a richer wife in all the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl was alone the little man returned for a third time. He said, "What will you give me if I spin the straw this time?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have nothing more that I could give you," answered the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then promise me, after you are queen, your first child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who knows what will happen," thought the miller's daughter, and not knowing what else to do, she promised the little man what he demanded. In return the little man once again spun the straw into gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the morning the king came and found everything just as he desired, he married her, and the beautiful miller's daughter became queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later she brought a beautiful child to the world. She thought no more about the little man, but suddenly he appeared in her room and said, "Now give me that which you promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen took fright and offered the little man all the wealth of the kingdom if he would let her keep the child, but the little man said, "No. Something living is dearer to me than all the treasures of the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the queen began lamenting and crying so much that the little man took pity on her and said, "I will give you three days' time. If by then you know my name, then you shall keep your child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen spent the entire night thinking of all the names she had ever heard. Then she sent a messenger into the country to inquire far and wide what other names there were. When the little man returned the next day she began with Kaspar, Melchior, Balzer, and said in order all the names she knew. After each one the little man said, "That is not my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day she sent inquiries into the neighborhood as to what names people had. She recited the most unusual and most curious names to the little man: "Is your name perhaps Beastrib? Or Muttoncalf? Or Legstring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he always answered, "That is not my name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day the messenger returned and said, "I have not been able to find a single new name, but when I was approaching a high mountain in the corner of the woods, there where the fox and the hare say good-night, I saw a little house. A fire was burning in front of the house, and an altogether comical little man was jumping around the fire, hopping on one leg and calling out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today I'll bake; tomorrow I'll brew,&lt;br /&gt;    Then I'll fetch the queen's new child,&lt;br /&gt;    It is good that no one knows,&lt;br /&gt;    Rumpelstiltskin is my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how happy the queen was when she heard that name. Soon afterward the little man came in and asked, "Now, Madame Queen, what is my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She first asked, "Is your name Kunz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is your name Heinz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is your name perhaps Rumpelstiltskin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The devil told you that! The devil told you that!" shouted the little man, and with anger he stomped his right foot so hard into the ground that he fell in up to his waist. Then with both hands he took hold of his left foot and ripped himself up the middle in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;    * Story Source: Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Rumpelstilzchen, Kinder- und Hausmärchen (Children's and Household Tales -- Grimms' Fairy Tales), final edition (Berlin, 1857), no. 55. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 7th through 13th, 2010 is &lt;a href="http://www.namesuniverse.com/"&gt;Celebrate Your Name Week&lt;/a&gt;, the perfect time to read a story or books about names and to do name related crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/mostly-Pictures-Books-about-Names-for-Celebrate-Your-Name-Week/lm/R37FF2M85E42BJ/ref=cm_lm_byauthor_title_full"&gt;Check out my list of Picture Books about Names&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mirror Name Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daniellesplace.com/Images19/peggifishpic.gif"&gt;here's a good example&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need:&lt;br /&gt;Paper&lt;br /&gt;Crayons&lt;br /&gt;Markers&lt;br /&gt;Ruler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to:&lt;br /&gt;   1. Fold a sheet of paper in half the long way and turn the paper so that the fold runs from left to right.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Write your name across the top half of the paper. Press down hard with the crayon as you color in your name.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Fold the paper in half again along the same fold but in the other direction so the name is covered.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Rub along the folded side with the side of a pencil, marker or ruler.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Open the paper to see your name written backwards on the other side of the fold.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Turn the paper so the fold runs top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Using markers or crayons, make a picture out the design your name created!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-8121727435672430345?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One day the largest said to the other two, "Do you know what I think? I think we had better build a little house, so that the wolf shall not eat us, and meanwhile let us go and look for something to build the house with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the other two said, "Yes, yes, yes! Good! Let us go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they went and found a man who had a load of straw and said to him, "Good man, do us the favor to give us a little of that straw to make a house of, so that the wolf shall not eat us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Take it, take it!" And he gave them as much as they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goslings thanked the man and took the straw and went away to a meadow, and there they built a lovely little house, with a door, and balconies, and kitchen, with everything, in short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was finished, the largest gosling said, "Now I want to see whether one is comfortable in this house." So she went in and said, "Oh! How comfortable it is in the house! Just wait!" She went and locked the door with a padlock, and went out on the balcony and said to the other two goslings, "I am very comfortable alone here. Go away, for I want nothing to do with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two poor little goslings began to cry and beg their sister to open the door and let them in. If she did not, the wolf would eat them. But she would not listen to them. Then the two goslings went away and found a man who had a load of hay. They said to him, "Good man, do us the kindness to give us a little of that hay to build a house with, so that the wolf shall not eat us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes, yes! Take some, take some!" And he gave them as much as they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goslings, well pleased, thanked the man and carried the hay to a meadow and built a very pretty little house, prettier than the other. The middle-sized gosling said the smallest, "Listen. I am going now to see whether one is comfortable in this house. But I will not act like our sister, you know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She entered the house and said to herself, "Oh! How comfortable it is here! I don't want my sister! I am very comfortable here alone." So she went and fastened the door with a padlock, and went out on the balcony and said to her sister, "Oh! How comfortable it is in this house! I don't want you here! Go away, go away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gosling began to weep and beg her sister to open to her, for she was alone, and did not know where to go, and if the wolf found her he would eat her. But it did no good. She shut the balcony and stayed in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gosling, full of fear, went away and found a man who had a load of iron and stones and said to him, "Good man, do me the favor to give me a few of those stones and a little of that iron to build me a house with, so that the wolf shall not eat me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man pitied the gosling so much that he said, "Yes, yes, good gosling, or rather I will build your house for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they went away to a meadow, and the man built a very pretty house, with a garden and everything necessary, and very strong, for it was lined with iron, and the balcony and door of iron also. The gosling, well pleased, thanked the man and went into the house and remained there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let us go to the wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf looked everywhere for these goslings, but could not find them. After a time he learned that they had built three houses. "Good, good! he said. "Wait until I find you!" Then he started out and journeyed and journeyed until he came to the meadow where the first house was. He knocked at the door, and the gosling said, "Who is knocking at the door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, come," said the wolf. "Open up, for it is I."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The gosling said, "I will not open for you, because you will eat me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open, open! I will not eat you. Be not afraid. Very well, " said the wolf, "if you will not open the door, I will blow down your house." And indeed, he did blow down the house and ate up the gosling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that I have eaten one," he said, "I will eat the others too." Then he went away and came at last to the house of the second gosling, and everything happened as to the first. The wolf blew down the house and ate the gosling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went in search of the third, and when he found her he knocked at the door, but she would not let him in. Then he tried to blow the house down, but could not. Then he climbed on the roof and tried to trample the house down, but in vain. "Very well," he said to himself. "In one way or another I will eat you." Then he came down from the roof and said to the gosling, "Listen, gosling. Do you wish us to make peace? I don't want to quarrel with you who are so good, and I have thought that tomorrow we will cook some macaroni, and I will bring the butter and cheese, and you will furnish the flour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good," said the gosling. "Bring them then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf, well satisfied, saluted the gosling and went away. The next day the gosling got up early and went and bought the meal and then returned home and shut the house. A little later the wolf came and knocked at the door and said, "Come, gosling, open the door, for I have brought you the butter and cheese!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, give it to me here by the balcony."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No indeed, open the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will open when all is ready."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wolf gave her the things by the balcony and went away. While he was gone the gosling prepared the macaroni, and put it on the fire to cook in a kettle full of water. When it was two o'clock the wolf came and said, "Come, gosling, open the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I will not open, for when I am busy I don't want anyone in the way. When it is cooked, I will open, and you may come in and eat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while after, the gosling said to the wolf, "Would you like to try a bit of macaroni to see whether it is well cooked?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open the door! That is the better way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, no. Don't think you are coming in. Put your mouth to the hole in the shelf, and I will pour the macaroni down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wolf, all greedy as he was, put his mouth to the hole, and then the gosling took the kettle of boiling water and poured the boiling water instead of the macaroni through the hole into the wolf's mouth. And the wolf was scalded and killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gosling took a knife and cut open the wolf's stomach, and out jumped the other goslings, who were still alive, for the wolf was so greedy that he had swallowed them whole. Then there goslings begged their sister's pardon for the mean way in which they had treated her, and she, because she was kindhearted, forgave them and took them into her house, and there they ate their macaroni and lived together happy and contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Source: Thomas Frederick Crane, Italian Popular Tales (London: Macmillan and Company, 1885)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S3IiDTArKnI/AAAAAAAACJs/BsNZkvRjxE4/s1600-h/wolves7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S3IiDTArKnI/AAAAAAAACJs/BsNZkvRjxE4/s320/wolves7.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445140227664498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S3IiDMnKomI/AAAAAAAACJk/hSvt4RL6568/s1600-h/goose.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S3IiDMnKomI/AAAAAAAACJk/hSvt4RL6568/s320/goose.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436445138510062178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This story, which you'll have noticed is very similar to the 3 Little Pigs story, is lots of fun to do with puppets.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to make stick puppets for the characters and houses out of milk cartons.&lt;br /&gt;You can use the pictures above for your puppets or draw your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need :&lt;br /&gt;Construction or scrap paper for the puppets and to decorate the houses&lt;br /&gt;Popsicle sticks or tongue depressors for the puppets&lt;br /&gt;Glue&lt;br /&gt;Markers or crayons&lt;br /&gt;Paint for the houses if you wish to use it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optional:&lt;br /&gt;sticks, straw, very small rocks can be used with the houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A really cute video on how to make a stick puppet..it gives you the basics.&lt;br /&gt;The little girl makes a man puppet but for the story you can make three goslings and a wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKfRMVp-Pgg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKfRMVp-Pgg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to make a Milk carton house...this vid uses paint to decorate the boxes but for the above story you can use straw, sticks, little rocks or anything that would simulate the materials used in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Epr4P4du3-k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Epr4P4du3-k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frugalfamilyfunblog.com/2009/07/three-little-pigs-playset.html"&gt;This blog did a really cute job using stick puppets etc with the 3 Little Pigs story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-6473082999327091226?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And a prettier cap you never have seen, for mother herself had knit it; and nobody could make anything quite so nice as mother did. It was altogether red, except a small part in the middle which was green, for the red yarn had given out; and the tassel was blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His brothers and sisters walked about squinting at him, and their faces grew long with envy. But Anders cared nothing for that. He put his hands in his pockets and went out for a walk, for he wished everybody to see how fine he looked in his new cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The first person he met was a farmer walking along side a wagon load of wood. The farmer made a bow so deep that his back came near breaking. He was dumbfounded, I can tell you, when he saw it was nobody but Anders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDXqRLx7oI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/zNOsfAL7Oq0/s1600/cap+that+mother+made+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDXqRLx7oI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/zNOsfAL7Oq0/s400/cap+that+mother+made+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404556674011885186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dear me," said he, "if I did not think it was the little count himself!" And then he invited Anders to ride in his wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when one has a handsome, red cap with a blue tassel, one does not ride in a wagon, and Anders said, "No thank you," and walked by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At the turn of the road he met the tanner's son, Lars. He was such a big boy that he wore high boots, and carried a jack-knife. Lars gaped and gazed at the cap, and could not keep form fingering the blue tassel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's trade caps," he said. "I will give you my jack-knife to boot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now this knife was a very good one, though the handle was a little cracked. Anders knew that one is almost a man as soon as he has a jack-knife. But still it was not as good as the new cap which mother had made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no, I'm not so foolish as all that. No I'm not!" Anders said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he said good-bye to Lars with a nod. But Lars only made faces at him, for he was very much put out that he could not get Anders cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anders went along, and he met a very old woman who curtsied till her skirts looked like a balloon. She called him a little gentleman, and said he was fine enough to go to the royal court ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, why not?" thought Anders. "Seeing that my cap is so fine, I may as well go and visit the King."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And so he did. In the palace yard stood two soldiers with shining helmets, and with muskets over their shoulders; and when Anders came to the gate, both the muskets were leveled at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?" asked one of the soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to the court ball," answered Anders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you are not," said the other soldier stepping forward. "Nobody is allowed there without a uniform."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But just at this instant the princess came tripping across the yard. She was dressed in white silk with bows of gold ribbon. When she saw Anders and the soldiers, she walked over to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," she said,"he has such a very fine cap on his head, and that will do just as well as a uniform."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And she took Anders' hand and walked with him up the broad marble stairs where soldiers were posted at every third step, and through the beautiful halls where courtiers in silk and velvet stood bowing wherever he went. For no doubt they thought him a prince when they saw his fine cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  At the farther end of the largest hall a table was set with golden cups and golden plates in long rows. On huge silver dishes were piles of tarts and cakes, and red wine sparkled in shining glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDZBGslcCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/e0zYGuHsKu4/s1600/cap+that+mother+made+me_castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDZBGslcCI/AAAAAAAAB0g/e0zYGuHsKu4/s400/cap+that+mother+made+me_castle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558165845307426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The princess sat down at the head of this long table and she let Anders sit in a golden chair by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you must not eat with your cap on your head," she said, putting out her hand to take it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, I can eat just as well with my cap as without it," said Anders, holding on to his cap. For if they should take it away from him, nobody would any longer believe that he was a prince. And besides, he did not feel sure that he would get it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, give it to me," said the princess, "and I will give you a kiss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The princess was certainly beautiful, and Anders would have dearly liked to be kissed by her, but the cap which mother had made, he would not give up on any condition. He only shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDZBdwnK6I/AAAAAAAAB0o/nFMsNZIppxc/s1600/cap+that+mother+made+me_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SwDZBdwnK6I/AAAAAAAAB0o/nFMsNZIppxc/s400/cap+that+mother+made+me_kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404558172036213666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well, but see," said the princess; and she filled his pockets with cakes, and put her own gold chain around his neck, and bent down and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he only moved farther back in his chair and did not take his hands away from his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then the doors were thrown open, and the King entered with a large number of gentlemen in glittering uniforms and plumed hats. The King himself wore a purple mantle which trailed behind him, and he had a large gold crown on his white curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled when he saw Anders in the gilt chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is a very fine cap you have," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it is," replied Anders. "Mother knit it of her very best yarn, and everybody wishes to get it away from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But surely you would like to change caps with me," said the King, raising his large, heavy crown from his head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Anders did not answer. He sat as before, and held on to his red cap which everybody was so eager to get. But when the King came nearer to him, with is gold crown between his hands, then Anders grew frightened as never before. If he did not take good care, the King might take his cap from him; for a King can do whatever he likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one jump Anders was out of his chair. He darted like an arrow through all the beautiful halls, down all the marble stairs, and across the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He twisted himself like an eel between the outstretched arms of the  courtiers, and over the soldiers' muskets he jumped like a rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  He ran so fast that the princess's necklace fell off of his neck, and all the cakes jumped out of his pockets. But he still had his cap. He was holding on to it with both hands as he rushed into his mother's cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  His mother took him up in her lap, and he told her all of his adventures, and how everybody wanted his cap. All of his brothers and sisters stood around and listened with their mouths open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But when his big brother heard that he had refused to trade his cap for the King's golden crown, he said that Anders was foolish. Just think how much money one might get for the King's crown; and Anders could have gotten an even finer cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something that Anders had not thought of, and his face grew red. &lt;br /&gt;He put his arms around his mother's neck and asked:&lt;br /&gt;"Mother, was I foolish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mother hugged him close and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;"No, my little son," said she. "If you were dressed in silver and gold from top to toe, you could not look any nicer than you do in your little red cap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Anders felt brave again. He &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; that mother's cap was the best cap in all the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Anders' Cap is retold by LLL,Storysinger; the original source is Swedish Fairy Tales by Anna Wahlenberg, published in 1901&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;above illustrations are from "The Cap that Mother Made Me", Rand McNally Start-Right Elf Book, 1967, Illustrations by Esther Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S0zco8tVPSI/AAAAAAAACAU/--V70MjogyQ/s1600-h/ygwomanknitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/S0zco8tVPSI/AAAAAAAACAU/--V70MjogyQ/s400/ygwomanknitting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425954247123746082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have found that in some crafts it is easier to learn when you can see what needs to be done. &lt;br /&gt;Knitting definitely seems to be one of those "watch what I do" crafts. &lt;br /&gt;For this reason, I have chosen to put up videos on how to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three videos for you. The first two vids demonstrate how to you make a very basic scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third vid is for the more advanced knitter or the adventurous beginner. &lt;br /&gt;It gives directions for making a simple hat using circular needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the scarf (the first 2 videos) you will need:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a pair of knitting needles, the size is up to you&lt;br /&gt;a skein/ball of yarn (I suggest avoiding very fine/thin yarns in the beginning) &lt;br /&gt;a pair of scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Cast on stitches to begin your knitting.&lt;br /&gt;There are other ways to do this but I like the way that this video explains the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9hv44QwQ-A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G9hv44QwQ-A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to do your basic knit also called the Garter Stitch and how to Bind off/end your knitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgwi3xgZzlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mgwi3xgZzlk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this third video, hat making, you'll need...yarn, circular needles, stitch markers and scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_hl7HGMDy0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L_hl7HGMDy0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/how-to-knit"&gt;MarthaStewart.com has a few pics on How to Knit here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-3736404935763559915?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was known throughout the village for her wonderful baking and the cleanliness of her kitchen. She was often seen sweeping the area in front of her home. And many had heard her say that she was so busy baking and cleaning that she rarely had time to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One winter day, while La Befana was sweeping in front of her home, three travelers stopped to ask her for a drink of water. They told La Befana that they were astrologers (they were often called the three wise men) who were following a star to the birth place of the Christ child. She kindly gave them water and then invited them to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner the astrologers prepared to continue their journey and asked her if she would like to come with them to see the Christ child. La Befana shook her head saying that she could not possibly take the time needed for such a journey. She was secretly itching to get back to her cleaning and cooking. She stood at her door and watched them leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Befana went back to her sweeping. But hours later she began to feel that she had made a mistake. Maybe she should have gone with the 3 astrologers to see the Christ child. La Befana decided to follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly grabbed a basket and filled it with baked goods of all kinds. She then put on her shawl and with her basket and broom hurried off into the night practically running to catch up with the wise men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Befana traveled through the night but never caught up with the wise men. It is said that she ran and ran until she and her broom were lifted up into the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that night, La Befana is believed to fly through the night or run over the roofs in Italy on Epiphany eve. She stops at the home of every child, leaving them treats in their stockings if they are good and a lump of coal if they are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hopes that one of the children she visits will be the christ child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright LLL, Storyteller/Storysinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Befana is said to be a mispronunciation of the Italian word epifania which stands for epiphany. La Befana still visits the children of Italy on the eve of January 6, Epiphany. She fills their stockings with candy or a lump of coal. It is also believed that she sweeps the floor before she leaves. Many households leave her a small glass of wine and a small plate of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SxSHywoxHsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/i6G6nav5fRY/s1600/star+ornament2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SxSHywoxHsI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/i6G6nav5fRY/s320/star+ornament2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410098358497910466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Epiphany Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials &lt;br /&gt;Craft or Popsicle sticks&lt;br /&gt;colored markers&lt;br /&gt;glue&lt;br /&gt;glitter&lt;br /&gt;a variety of small beads, confetti or other decorative items&lt;br /&gt;thread or ribbon &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SxSHyqz9ZBI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BhXhB_fsGgY/s1600/star+ornament1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SxSHyqz9ZBI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/BhXhB_fsGgY/s320/star+ornament1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410098356934239250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions: &lt;br /&gt;1. Paint or color sticks using markers&lt;br /&gt;2. Glue into sticks into a star shape &lt;br /&gt;3. Decorate your star with glue and glitter and/or any of the other items you have&lt;br /&gt;4. Tie or glue a loop of thread or ribbon for the hanger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a different look, use twigs or small pieces of wood instead of craft sticks. 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Christmas day, the day on which the little Christ child came to bless the house. Not a speck of dust was left. Even the spiders had been banished from their cozy corner on the ceiling. They had fled to the farthest corner of the attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas tree was beautifully decorated. The poor spiders were frantic, for they could not see the tree, nor be present for the little Christ child's visit. Then the oldest and wisest spider suggested that perhaps they could wait until everyone went to bed and then get a closer look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the house was dark and silent, the spiders crept out of their hiding place. When they neared the Christmas tree, they were delighted with the beauty of it. The spiders crept all over the tree, up and down, over the branches and twigs and saw every one of the pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiders loved the Christmas tree. All night long they danced in the branches, leaving them covered with spider webs. In the morning, when the little Christ child came to bless the house, he was dismayed! He loved the little spiders for they were God's creatures, but he knew the mother, who had worked so hard to make everything perfect, would not be pleased when she saw what the spiders had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love in his heart and a smile on his lips, the little Christ child reached out and gently touched the spider webs. The spider webs started to sparkle and shine! They had all turned into sparkling, shimmering silver and gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to legend, ever since this happened, people have hung tinsel on their Christmas trees. It has also become a custom to include a spider among the decorations on the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A version of this story can be found in Shirley Climo's picture book "A Cobweb Christmas".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv3-wm3JVfI/AAAAAAAABzI/4d0JBSPSsYI/s1600-h/cobweb+christmas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv3-wm3JVfI/AAAAAAAABzI/4d0JBSPSsYI/s400/cobweb+christmas+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403755238933485042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first set of directions below comes from eHow.com&lt;br /&gt;I have also included links for 2 sites with really good step by step directions and wonderful pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How to Make a Christmas Spider Ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Christmas Spider serves as a holiday tradition for many people. It makes a wonderful gift and can be easily made using anything from inexpensive beads to crystal beads. Give it as a gift or hang it on your Christmas tree. Follow these steps to learn to make a Christmas Spider&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things You'll Need:&lt;br /&gt;Beads sizes-6mm and 10mm&lt;br /&gt;Wire - make sure it will fit through the bead holes&lt;br /&gt;Wire cutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pipe cleaners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Use pipe cleaners and plastic beads if working with younger children. &lt;br /&gt;They can make their own spiders with these materials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get two beads, a 6 mm and a 10 mm size, to use for the body and the head. String them onto the wire. First string the bigger bead for the body then the smaller bead as the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that the wire you chose is thin enough to fit through the beads but soft enough to be bendable. A 20 half-hard gauge size works. Full-hard gauge may be too stiff to properly shape and bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut four 6-inch lengths of wire to form the legs. For smaller spiders, use two wires to make four legs. Wrap all four wires together in the middle and wrap once between the body and head beads. Pull tightly to secure around the main wire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrange the wrapped wires that form legs in the form you desire. You can bead these legs as well, using 3- or 4-mm beads or seed beads with bugle beads as the legs themselves. To make the beaded legs, add the beads you have chosen by pushing them securely against the body and making a bend at the end of the wire to hold the beads on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv39jJ4jLhI/AAAAAAAAByo/pN-HUwWA1ug/s1600-h/christmas+spider+_+beaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv39jJ4jLhI/AAAAAAAAByo/pN-HUwWA1ug/s400/christmas+spider+_+beaded.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403753908304817682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://jewelrymaking.allinfoabout.com/features/spider.html"&gt;This site has  step by step directions for a beautiful beaded Christmas Spider.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv39jTmL4sI/AAAAAAAAByw/f9zOMO_AQ40/s1600-h/christmas+spider+_+Polymer+clay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sv39jTmL4sI/AAAAAAAAByw/f9zOMO_AQ40/s400/christmas+spider+_+Polymer+clay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403753910912148162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polkadotcreations.com/books/article.php?id=pdcaf01"&gt;PolkaDotCreations.com has a fabulous tutorial on making Polymer Clay Christmas Spiders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-8887037998863830538?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He worked as hard as he could, and still he could not earn enough to keep himself and his wife. At last there came a day when he had nothing left but one piece of leather, big enough to make one pair of shoes. He cut out the shoes, ready to stitch, and left them on the bench; then he said his prayers and went to bed, trusting that he could finish the shoes on the next day and sell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early the next morning, he rose and went to his work-bench. There lay a pair of shoes, beautifully made, and the leather was gone! There was no sign of any one's having been there. The shoemaker and his wife did not know what to make of it. But the first customer who came was so pleased with the beautiful shoes that he bought them, and paid so much that the shoemaker was able to buy leather enough for two pairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, he cut them out, and then, as it was late, he left the pieces on the bench, ready to sew in the morning. But when morning came, two pairs of shoes lay on the bench, most beautifully made, and no sign of any one who had been there. The shoemaker and his wife were quite at a loss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day a customer came and bought both pairs, and paid so much for them that the shoemaker bought leather for four pairs, with the money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more he cut out the shoes and left them on the bench. And in the morning all four pairs were made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went on like this until the shoemaker and his wife were prosperous people. But they could not be satisfied to have so much done for them and not know to whom they should be grateful. So one night, after the shoemaker had left the pieces of leather on the bench, he and his wife hid themselves behind a curtain, and left a light in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the clock struck twelve the door opened softly, and two tiny elves came dancing into the room, hopped on to the bench, and began to put the pieces together. They were quite naked, but they had wee little scissors and hammers and thread. Tap! tap! went the little hammers; stitch, stitch, went the thread, and the little elves were hard at work. No one ever worked so fast as they. In almost no time all the shoes were stitched and finished. Then the tiny elves took hold of each other's hands and danced round the shoes on the bench, till the shoemaker and his wife had hard work not to laugh aloud. But as the clock struck two, the little creatures whisked away out of the window, and left the room all as it was before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoemaker and his wife looked at each other, and said, "How can we thank the little elves who have made us happy and prosperous?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should like to make them some pretty clothes," said the wife, "they are quite naked." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will make the shoes if you will make the coats," said her husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very day they set about it. The wife cut out two tiny, tiny coats of green, two weeny, weeny waistcoats of yellow, two little pairs of trousers, of white, two bits of caps, bright red (for every one knows the elves love bright colors), and her husband made two little pairs of shoes with long, pointed toes. They made the wee clothes as dainty as could be, with nice little stitches and pretty buttons; and by Christmas time, they were finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas eve, the shoemaker cleaned his bench, and on it, instead of leather, he laid the two sets of gay little fairy- clothes. Then he and his wife hid away as before, to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promptly at midnight, the little naked elves came in. They hopped upon the bench; but when they saw the little clothes there, they laughed and danced for joy. Each one caught up his little coat and things and began to put them on. Then they looked at each other and made all kinds of funny motions in their delight. At last they began to dance, and when the clock struck two, they danced quite away, out of the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never came back any more, but from that day they gave the shoemaker and his wife good luck, so that they never needed any more help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original story by the Brothers Grimm; this version from &lt;em&gt;Stories to Tell to Children &lt;/em&gt;by Sara Cone Bryant &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Fabulous craft!! Now you, too, can be a shoemaker (or an elf) when you make your own....&lt;strong&gt;Denim Slippers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SujZUruckII/AAAAAAAABsw/WvZ2PWKTcIc/s1600-h/denim+slippers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SujZUruckII/AAAAAAAABsw/WvZ2PWKTcIc/s320/denim+slippers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397803102761685122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials Needed:&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of jeans&lt;br /&gt;Batting&lt;br /&gt;Thin cardboard or paper for making a pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Trace the general outline of your foot...cut out the pattern using cardboard or paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Use this pattern to cut out _ 4 outlines of your foot from denim &lt;br /&gt;and 2 from batting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Run a stitch on the outside, joining the two cloth pieces leaving an opening to insert the foam. Turn the cloth inside out and put the foam. Then, complete the stitch. You can back stitch either by hand or on the sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Use the backpockets of the jeans for the top of your slipper.....cut the pocket from the jeans then sew one pocket to the top/toe area of your slipper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SujZLWxMR1I/AAAAAAAABsg/wupMIHGX5gE/s1600-h/denim+pocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SujZLWxMR1I/AAAAAAAABsg/wupMIHGX5gE/s320/denim+pocket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397802942517233490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://21centurydressmakers.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-denim-slippers-to-make-yourself.html"&gt;This site has slippers with great directions and pics (slippers pictured above are from this site)....21centurydressmakers.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-324586766383035721?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am. Crunch-Munch the Mouse. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hop-Stop the Frog. Let me in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Jump in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by a Rabbit came scurrying up, and he stopped and called out: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo there! Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are. Crunch-Munch the Mouse, Hop-Stop the Frog. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fleet-Feet the Rabbit. May I join you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Jump in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by a Fox came scampering up, and he stopped and called out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo there! Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are. Crunch-Munch the Mouse, Hop-Stop the Frog, Fleet-Feet the Rabbit. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smily-Wily the Fox. Won't you make room for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Jump in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there the four of them sat, and by and by a Wolf came stalking up, and he stopped and called out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo there! Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are. Crunch-Munch the Mouse, Hop-Stop the Frog, Fleet-Feet the Rabbit and Smily-Wily the Fox. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Howly-Prowly the Wolf. And I meant to get in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Go ahead!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by a Bear came lumbering up, and he growled and roared and called out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo there! Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are. Crunch-Munch the Mouse, Hop-Stop the Frog, Fleet-Feet the Rabbit, Smily-Wily the Fox and Howly-Prowly the Wolf. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grumbly-Rumbly the Bear. And I know you'll make room for me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Get in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Bear Squeezed in too, and there the six of them sat in the mitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by a Wild Boar came sauntering up, and he stopped and called out with a grunt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hullo there! Who is living in this mitten?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are. Crunch-Munch the Mouse, Hop-Stop the Frog, Fleet-Feet the Rabbit, Smily-Wily the Fox, Howly-Prowly the Wolf and Grumbly-Rumbly the Bear. And who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snout-Rout the Boar. And I'm sure you want me too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Climb in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Boar squeezed in, and there the seven of them sat in the mitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By and by a hunter came walking up. He saw the mitten move, and bang! - he fired his gun. The mitten burst, and away helter-skelter ran the seven friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sp73eANIUFI/AAAAAAAABoI/aZx_TRLri98/s1600-h/mittens_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/Sp73eANIUFI/AAAAAAAABoI/aZx_TRLri98/s320/mittens_pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377007099950157906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mittens, Mittens, Mittens!! OMGosh!! I love this vid!&lt;br /&gt;This craft is soooo simple! Older kids or adults can do the cutting and assist with the sewing which can be done by hand or machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo ready to run to the nearest thrift shop and buy some sweaters!&lt;br /&gt;No...I don't have any sweaters I want to cut up..nyah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/582z7Za98nM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/582z7Za98nM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-4539720191762485993?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's another recycling blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a story for this blog, I have a song. &lt;br /&gt;This song, &lt;em&gt;I HAD AN OLD COAT&lt;/em&gt;, is based on a &lt;a href="http://storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com/2009/05/recycling-papermaking-and-fabulous.html"&gt;a Yiddish folksong&lt;/a&gt; I used in my May blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that Yiddish song was the inspiration for the &lt;a href="http://storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com/2009/07/recycled-crafts-plastic-bags-and.html"&gt;The Thrifty Tailor&lt;/a&gt; story from my April blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was also the inspiration for the book &lt;a href="http://pbskids.org/lions/cornerstones/joseph/story/hypertext/1_main.html"&gt; Joseph had A Little Overcoat by Simms Taback (you can read the book at pbskids.org)&lt;/a&gt;. The picture at the top of the blog came from this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD AN OLD COAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by Paul Kaplan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an old coat and the coat got torn, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;I had an old coat and the coat got torn, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;I had an old coat and the coat got torn&lt;br /&gt;So I cut it down and a jacket was born&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of years those threads got thin, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of years those threads got thin, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of years those threads got thin&lt;br /&gt;So I called it a shirt and I tucked it in&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the arms wore out in the East and West, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;Those arms wore out in the East and West, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;The arms wore out in the East and West&lt;br /&gt;So I pulled them off and I had a vest&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the vest got stained with cherry pie, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;That vest got stained with cherry pie, what'll I do.&lt;br /&gt;The vest got stained with cherry pie&lt;br /&gt;So I cut and sewed 'til I had a tie&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon that tie was looking lean, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;Soon that tie was looking lean, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;Soon that tie was looking lean&lt;br /&gt;But I made a fat patch for my old blue jeans&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that patch was next to nuttin', what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;When that patch was next to nuttin', what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;When that patch was next to nuttin'&lt;br /&gt;I rolled it up into a button&lt;br /&gt;And I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that button was almost gone, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;When that button was almost gone, what'll I do&lt;br /&gt;When that button was almost gone&lt;br /&gt;With what was left I made this song&lt;br /&gt;Which I sing every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright: Paul Kaplan Music, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have 3, oops! make that 4, craft vids for you. &lt;br /&gt;The first vid is for younger children although admittedly the adult has to do a lot of the work but it's still fun for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;The other vids are for older kids that can either hand sew or use a sewing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a really cute and simple craft but adults and caution are required.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsxQLfNGwWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OsxQLfNGwWc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This one is almost no sew. Great for the younger kids. They will only need a little help and supervision with the scissors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfJhuBh9wsw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mfJhuBh9wsw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ghpwy6xik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n6ghpwy6xik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love the music used in this vid! &lt;br /&gt;Great directions for turning a sweater into a great purse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cb3ALtI54k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cb3ALtI54k0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/thatskindacool/864331"&gt;Recycled Sweater Pants for Toddlers Directions at That's Kinda Cool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-4127936913699037952?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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At first the Dog went there to get the food that was left after the Elephant had finished eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day after day the Dog went to the stable, waiting around for bits to eat. But by and by the Elephant and the Dog came to be great friends. Then the Elephant began to share his food with the Dog, and they ate together. When the Elephant slept, his friend the Dog slept beside him. When the Elephant felt like playing, he would catch the Dog in his trunk and swing him to and fro. Neither the Dog nor the Elephant was quite happy unless the other was near-by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a farmer saw the Dog and said to the Elephant-keeper: "I will buy that Dog. He looks good-tempered, and I see that he is smart. How much do you want for the Dog?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elephant-keeper did not care for the Dog, and he did want some money just then. So he asked a fair price, and the farmer paid it and took the Dog away to the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king's Elephant missed the Dog and did not care to eat when his friend was not there to share the food. When the time came for the Elephant to bathe, he would not bathe. The next day again the Elephant would not eat, and he would not bathe. The third day, when the Elephant would neither eat nor bathe, the king was told about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The king sent for his chief servant, saying, "Go to the stable and find out why the Elephant is acting in this way." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief servant went to the stable and looked the Elephant all over. Then he said to the Elephant-keeper: "There seems to be nothing the matter with this Elephant's body, but why does he look so sad? Has he lost a play-mate?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said the keeper, "there was a Dog who ate and slept and played with the Elephant. The Dog went away three days ago." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know where the Dog is now?" asked the chief servant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I do not," said the keeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the chief servant went back to the king and said. "The Elephant is not sick, but he is lonely without his friend, the Dog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the Dog?" asked the king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A farmer took him away, so the Elephant-keeper says," said the chief servant. "No one knows where the farmer lives." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well," said the king. "I will send word all over the country, asking the man who bought this Dog to turn him loose. I will give him back as much as he paid for the Dog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the farmer who had bought the Dog heard this, he turned him loose. The Dog ran back as fast as ever he could go to the Elephant's stable. The Elephant was so glad to see the Dog that he picked him up with his trunk and put him on his head. Then he put him down again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Elephant-keeper brought food, the Elephant watched the Dog as he ate, and then took his own food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the rest of their lives the Elephant and the Dog lived together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from More Jataka Tales by Ellen C. Babbitt published in 1922&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnRpm_kqfPI/AAAAAAAABiE/tfb4pzTRTPg/s1600-h/FriendBracelet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnRpm_kqfPI/AAAAAAAABiE/tfb4pzTRTPg/s400/FriendBracelet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365029174726262002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a favorite camp activity and very simple....&lt;strong&gt;Friendship Bracelets&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you click on the picture below, you can read the directions easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need:&lt;br /&gt;4 Colors of Embroidery Floss approx 25" Long &lt;br /&gt;Masking Tape &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SmtCfUWQOcI/AAAAAAAABdw/RjpOca2-tF4/s1600-h/FriendshipBraceletDirections_Klutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SmtCfUWQOcI/AAAAAAAABdw/RjpOca2-tF4/s400/FriendshipBraceletDirections_Klutz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362452887120132546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.how-to-make-jewelry.com/friendship-bracelet-instructions1.html"&gt;A very detailed set of directions can be found at How-to-Make-Jewelry.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-7544537330813323083?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/R-hrhMXXEjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/HHQe9T4Kb5I/s200/Sun-WhyDoesTheSunShine-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181509589288817202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This extremely educational and catchy tune was written by Lou Singer and Hy Zaret in 1959.&lt;br /&gt;Hy Zaret(who cowrote Unchained Melody)became interested in educational children's music in the late 1950s. &lt;br /&gt;He collaborated with Lou Singer on a six-album series called "Ballads for the Age of Science". &lt;br /&gt;The albums covered the subjects of space, energy and motion, experiments, weather, and nature. &lt;br /&gt;The records were quite successful, and the song "Why Does the Sun Shine?" aka "The Sun Is a Mass of Incandescent Gas"(I love that title)was even covered by They Might Be Giants in 1994 on a cd of the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this song at a summer camp and not only did the kids love the song but it was a favorite among the counselors as well!&lt;br /&gt;It is fun to sing and can even be put on as a sort of mini musical &lt;br /&gt;(costumes and all). &lt;br /&gt;The spoken parts are wonderful when said by one child or a counselor in an "announcer" type voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sun is a mass of incandescent gas&lt;br /&gt;A gigantic nuclear furnace&lt;br /&gt;Where Hydrogen is built into Helium&lt;br /&gt;At a temperature of millions of degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot, the sun is not&lt;br /&gt;A place where we could live&lt;br /&gt;But here on Earth there'd be no life&lt;br /&gt;Without the light it gives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need its light, we need its heat&lt;br /&gt;The sun light that we seek&lt;br /&gt;The sun light comes from our own sun's&lt;br /&gt;Atomic energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is a mass of incandescent gas&lt;br /&gt;A gigantic nuclear furnace&lt;br /&gt;Where Hydrogen is built into Helium&lt;br /&gt;At a temperature of millions of degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;The sun is so hot that everything on it is a gas&lt;br /&gt;Aluminum, Copper, Iron, and many others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is large...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;If the sun were hollow, a million Earth's would fit inside&lt;br /&gt;And yet, it is only a middle size star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is far away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;About 93,000,000 miles away&lt;br /&gt;And that's why it looks so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even when it's out of sight&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need its heat, we need its light&lt;br /&gt;The sun light that we seek&lt;br /&gt;The sun light comes from our own sun's&lt;br /&gt;Atomic energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken)&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have found that the sun is a huge atom smashing machine&lt;br /&gt;The heat and light of the sun are caused by nuclear reactions between&lt;br /&gt;Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Carbon, and Helium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is a mass of incandescent gas&lt;br /&gt;A gigantic nuclear furnace&lt;br /&gt;Where Hydrogen is built into Helium&lt;br /&gt;At a temperature of millions of degrees&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tune on midi can be found at  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kids.niehs.nih.gov/lyrics/whysunshine.html"&gt;Why does the sun shine?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a fun (short) Sun song if the first one is too much for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Please shine down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind a tree&lt;br /&gt;These little children are asking you&lt;br /&gt;To please come out so we can play with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun,&lt;br /&gt;Please shine down on, &lt;br /&gt;please shine down on,&lt;br /&gt;Please shine down on me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was fun! Now on to the sun activities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a very short list of some of the activities you can do and included links.&lt;br /&gt;I will only give a little detail on one craft and that is Sun Painting/Printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_13452_make-sundial.html"&gt;Sundial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make &lt;a href="http://www.elise.com/recipes/archives/001287sun_tea.php"&gt;Sun Tea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/arts-and-crafts?page=CraftDisplay&amp;craftid=11419"&gt;Sun Catcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/arts-and-crafts?page=CraftDisplay&amp;craftid=10578"&gt;Sun Pinata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/R-sAXMXXEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/YrJFY-IZ2g8/s1600-h/Sunpainting_s4dharma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/R-sAXMXXEkI/AAAAAAAAABA/YrJFY-IZ2g8/s200/Sunpainting_s4dharma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182236194676085314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dharmatrading.com/info/sun_paint.html"&gt;Sun Paint Picture/Info from Dharma Trading&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun Printing/Painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very simplest way to sunprint is to use Dark colored construction paper, Natural objects such as leaves, twigs and pinecones; and also household objects such as scissors, keys and old cutlery.  &lt;br /&gt;The Process:&lt;br /&gt;Place the construction paper outside somewhere in the direct sunlight. &lt;br /&gt;Give the child/ren the freedom to arrange the objects in any way on the paper. &lt;br /&gt;Allow the objects sit for at least two hours in the sun (time depends on strength of sunlight) &lt;br /&gt;Remove the objects to discover what the sun has painted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnOMh92Mg1I/AAAAAAAABhU/wA0Ip5o8VfY/s1600-h/sunprint+kit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnOMh92Mg1I/AAAAAAAABhU/wA0Ip5o8VfY/s320/sunprint+kit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364786096293839698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also purchase &lt;a href="http://scientificsonline.com/product.asp_Q_pn_E_3082289"&gt;Sun Printing Kit&lt;/a&gt; which come with photo-sensitive paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another method that can be done with older children or adults:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;The easiest method of sun printing is actually sun painting, not dyeing. You saturate fabric with any transparent fabric paint, arrange objects on the damp fabric, then expose the assemblage to the sun or any hot lamp. It is actually the infrared light (radiant heat) which does the trick. It is not the ultraviolet in the light which does the work, as is sometimes claimed, but instead infrared, so a halogen lamp is more suitable than a fluorescent sun lamp. Exposed areas dry first, in the hot light; the exposed fabric, as it dries, sucks additional wet dye out from under whatever you have placed on top of the fabric. The result is lighter-colored 'shadows' wherever you placed the masking objects. The color is deeper where the light from the sun, or the hot lamp, was able to reach. This procedure has been widely popularized for use with Seta Color brand fabric paint. Other brands of thin, transparent fabric paint will work, as well; for example, PRO Chemical &amp; Dye provides instructions for "Sun Printing using PROfab Textile Paints", and Jacquard includes instructions on their online "How To" page for Dye-Na-Flow fabric paint. Sun painting is a highly suitable project for children and beginners. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Quote from &lt;a href="http://www.pburch.net/dyeing/dyelog/B1063361308/C763608095/E1478567112/"&gt;All about Hand Dyeing pburch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-6028724045010217871?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He travelled all over the world in hopes of finding such a lady; but there was always something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Princesses he found in plenty; but whether they were real Princesses it was impossible for him to decide, for now one thing, now another, seemed to him not quite right about the ladies. &lt;br /&gt;At last he returned to his palace quite cast down, because he wished so much to have a real Princess for his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a fearful tempest arose, it thundered and lightened, and the rain poured down from the sky in torrents: besides, it was as dark as pitch. All at once there was heard a violent knocking at the door, and the old King, the Prince's father, went out himself to open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Princess who was standing outside the door. What with the rain and the wind, she was in a sad condition; the water trickled down from her hair, and her clothes clung to her body. She said she was a real Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! we shall soon see that!" thought the old Queen-mother; however, she said not a word of what she was going to do; but went quietly into the bedroom, took all the bed-clothes off the bed, and put three little peas5 on the bedstead. She then laid twenty mattresses one upon another over the three peas, and put twenty feather beds over the mattresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this bed the Princess was to pass the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning she was asked how she had slept. "Oh, very badly indeed!" she replied. "I have scarcely closed my eyes the whole night through. I do not know what was in my bed, but I had something hard under me, and am all over black and blue.&lt;br /&gt;It has hurt me so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince accordingly made her his wife; being now convinced that he had found a real Princess. The three peas were however put into the cabinet of curiosities, where they are still to be seen, provided they are not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this a lady of real delicacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written by Hans Christian Andersen in 1835&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For something a little different go &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PjnEB1ot3SQ&amp;feature=related"&gt;to youtube and watch Faerie Tale Theatre's version of The Princess and the Pea&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnM7v9JyQTI/AAAAAAAABhE/rtLdogkTMkc/s1600-h/princess+and+pea+on+bed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 342px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnM7v9JyQTI/AAAAAAAABhE/rtLdogkTMkc/s400/princess+and+pea+on+bed.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364697276183888178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Why not make your own Princess bed with "mattresses" and Pea included?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A doll bed&lt;br /&gt;A "Princess" doll &lt;br /&gt;(if you want to do the whole story why not find a Prince and a Queen?)&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of colorful polar fleece (large enough to be cut to fit the bed)&lt;br /&gt;A Piece of Paper or Cardboard to make a pattern&lt;br /&gt;Scissors&lt;br /&gt;Tape Measure or Ruler&lt;br /&gt;Marker or Tailors Chalk&lt;br /&gt;A dried Pea or a green bead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;1)Measure your doll bed to find out the size your "mattresses" will be.&lt;br /&gt;You can fit them to the frame or have them overlap more like quilts.&lt;br /&gt;2)Make a pattern using your paper/cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;3)Place the pattern on your fabric and use the marker/tailors chalk to trace it.&lt;br /&gt;4)Cut out as many "matttesses" as you would like. The more the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;5)Place your "pea" on the edge of the bed and then cover with your "mattresses".&lt;br /&gt;6)Use your dolls (or puppets or action figures whatever works for you) to act out the story of the Princess and the Pea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This activity will work with children as young as preschool age if they are carefully monitored and you use safety scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For an older child upgrade:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnOI96vQmOI/AAAAAAAABhM/QyPGe1EG90M/s1600-h/doll-in-front-of-quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnOI96vQmOI/AAAAAAAABhM/QyPGe1EG90M/s320/doll-in-front-of-quilt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364782178449266914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might consider making "mattresses" by using fabric and quilt batting to make small puffy quilts.&lt;br /&gt;Cut a front and back out of your pattern and hand sew them together, leaving an opening at the top. Cut a piece of batting with the same pattern and insert into fabric. Slip stitch mattress/quilt closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ctpubblog.com/2009/04/07/a-doll-quilt-for-the-princess-and-the-pea/"&gt;(this pic found at ctpubblog.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More Craft Ideas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMp4-d-ZEI/AAAAAAAABgk/ZuaF6oGYsEA/s1600-h/princess+and+pea+craft_surlalune_princesspea_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMp4-d-ZEI/AAAAAAAABgk/ZuaF6oGYsEA/s400/princess+and+pea+craft_surlalune_princesspea_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677639946527810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://surlalunefairytales.blogspot.com/2009/07/princess-and-pea-craft.html"&gt;This craft can be found at the SurlaluneFairytales.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/recipefinder/display?id=52125"&gt;The directions for this fabulous cake can be found at Familyfun.go.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMtsUkNGhI/AAAAAAAABgs/PQ7NuwlHkO0/s1600-h/pincess-pea-main-photo-180-FF0309CAKE_A02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMtsUkNGhI/AAAAAAAABgs/PQ7NuwlHkO0/s400/pincess-pea-main-photo-180-FF0309CAKE_A02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364681820586449426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a wonderful rendition of the Princess and the Pea story by author/artist  Lauren Child, author of the "Charlie and Lola" and the "Clarice Bean" books.&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0786838868/sr=8-2/qid=1140995593/ref=pd_bbs_2/103-9540608-2888605?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;(you can find the book at amazon.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMwsW6O8GI/AAAAAAAABg8/BqVzDWNra3w/s1600-h/princess+and+pea_LaurenChild2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMwsW6O8GI/AAAAAAAABg8/BqVzDWNra3w/s320/princess+and+pea_LaurenChild2" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364685119750598754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMwlA5m88I/AAAAAAAABg0/c8mYznTklVg/s1600-h/princess+and+pea_LaurenChild"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMwlA5m88I/AAAAAAAABg0/c8mYznTklVg/s320/princess+and+pea_LaurenChild" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364684993583313858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ctpubblog.com/2009/04/07/a-doll-quilt-for-the-princess-and-the-pea/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-6332584437596225313?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But you home is not big enough for me and all of my  people. Were I to come visit, there would be no room left for you and your lovely wife, Moon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water then told Sun, "If you want me to visit you, you will have to build a very large house. But I warn you that it will have to be very, very large, as my people are numerous and take up a lot of room."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sun was overjoyed that his good friend Water wanted to come visit.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry, my friend," he said,"I will build a huge compound so that you and your people can come visit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun soon returned home, where his wife Moon greeted him with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"My dearest Moon", he said "Our friend Water has promised to visit us but first we must build a larger house so that he and his people will fit."&lt;br /&gt;"How wonderful!" said Moon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, they began building a very large house to entertain the water and all his people. When it was finished, it was the largest house in the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun then went to ask water to come and visit him.&lt;br /&gt;Water said he would be there the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Water arrived, one of his people called out "Sun, we are here. May we come in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Sun "Tell my friend,Waater, that he is welcome in my home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those words, Water began to flow in. With Water came fish, crabs, otters and other water animals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the water was knee-deep in the house. &lt;br /&gt;Water called out, " Sun do you want me and my people to continue to come in?"  Together Sun and Moon answered, "Oh yes, please come in to our home." &lt;br /&gt;And more of Water's people poured into the house octopi, stingray, eels, starfish and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the water was at the level of a man's head, Water,who was becoming a little concerned called to Sun and said, "Are you sure you want more of my people to come in?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be good hosts, Sun and Moon both said, "Yes, please, you are all welcome in our home." &lt;br /&gt;More and more of the water's people came in, seahorses, whales, eels, anemonie, sponges and more.&lt;br /&gt;So many that soon, Sun and Moon had to sit on top of the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Water asked, "Do you wish us to continue to come in?" &lt;br /&gt;Sun and Moon answered "Yes,please, you are all welcome in our home."&lt;br /&gt;So more of Water's people came in. Sea turtles, sharks,coral shrimps, urchins, lobsters......  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now Water overflowed the top of the roof, and the sun and the moon were forced to go up into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and they have been there ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retold by LLL,Storysinger/Storyteller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMLkKMJgaI/AAAAAAAABgU/FTHaGl0ZsYE/s1600-h/ocean+bottle_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMLkKMJgaI/AAAAAAAABgU/FTHaGl0ZsYE/s400/ocean+bottle_pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364644296966898082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Create a Motion Ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DOES IT WORK?&lt;br /&gt;Water is denser than oil. Plus, the two liquids never mix. &lt;br /&gt;So when the water moves, it pushes the oil around, making shapes like waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMLdKN97bI/AAAAAAAABgM/mxZmuZt-Fr8/s1600-h/ocean+bottle_howto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SnMLdKN97bI/AAAAAAAABgM/mxZmuZt-Fr8/s400/ocean+bottle_howto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364644176715443634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you will need:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty two liter plastic bottle with lid &lt;br /&gt;Clear vegetable oil or mineral oil &lt;br /&gt;Water &lt;br /&gt;funnel &lt;br /&gt;Blue food coloring &lt;br /&gt;Small star fish, shells and other sea creatures &lt;br /&gt;Glitter &lt;br /&gt;White craft glue &lt;br /&gt;Hot glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to: &lt;br /&gt;1)Wash and dry two-liter bottle and remove all labels &lt;br /&gt;2)Fill bottle halfway with tap water &lt;br /&gt;3)Add a few drops of blue food coloring and swirl around to mix &lt;br /&gt;4)Add glitter &lt;br /&gt;5)Add sea creatures &lt;br /&gt;6)Fill bottle the rest of the way with vegetable oil using a funnel.&lt;br /&gt;7)Be sure that rim and cap are dry, then apply white craft glue around the rim. Seal cap. &lt;br /&gt;8)Use a layer of hot glue around the outer edge of the cap for added protection from leakage. &lt;br /&gt;10)Turn bottle on its side and gently rock the bottle to create a “wave” inside your ocean habitat!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Helpful hints: &lt;br /&gt;Use lightweight starfish, shells and other sea creature toys that can float. Test them first in a bowl or glass of water. Find these at your local craft supply store or discount department store. &lt;br /&gt;Make the ocean any color you choose! Blue is standard of course, but if your child’s room is decorated with red and yellow, go with red food coloring. There’s no rule that says your ocean must be blue. &lt;br /&gt;Small children will be mesmerized by this creation. They can help make this every step. Let them insert the sea creatures, hold the funnel and help add the tap water. In the steps that may be more difficult for little fingers, have them hold the bottle steady for you while you add the glitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://familycrafts.about.com/od/downbythesea/tp/ecseacreature.htm"&gt;basic directions found at familycrafts.about.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-4538162355649555911?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The argument lasted for weeks, with each flower claiming to be the most beautiful and the most loved. Finally, all of the flowers agreed to let the Flower Fairies decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Fairies sent they're gentlest and kindest of spirit fairy to settle the problem and to give one plant her blessing and the title of the "most perfect" flower. The little Fairy decided to test each flower by asking them one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first flower the Fairy talked to was the Rose. &lt;br /&gt;"Where would you most like to live?" she asked it.&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to climb the castle wall." said the Rose. "And then kings and queens and nobles would pass by everyday and exclaim over my beauty, my scent and my delicate nature."&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Fairy walked sadly away from the Rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the Fairy came to a tulip, standing tall and proud. "Where would you most like to live?" she asked the Tulip. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I want to live in a public garden" said the Tulip. "Where everyday people would come and admire my wonderful colors and see how straight and tall I stand." Once again, the Fairy walked a way feeling sad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She walked until she came to a forest. There she found some Violets. She asked them "Where would you most like to live, little Violets?" "Oh" said the violets quietly "We like it here hidden in the woods where no one can see us and where the trees keep the sun from dulling our beautiful color." The fairy thanked the Violets and walked on looking for more flowers to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked to the Tiger Lily who was much too wild and fierce.&lt;br /&gt;She talked to the Sunflower who barely answered her because all she wanted to do was be warmed by the sun.&lt;br /&gt;The little Flower Fairy talked to the Orchids who only wanted to be taken out to dances and she tried to talk to the Narcissus but it was too busy looking at it's reflection in the water to speak to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little Fairy, with tears in her eyes, was ready to give up and go home when she came to a field with bright fluffy yellow flowers on long thin stalks. The leaves were long and jagged and very close to the ground. But the flowers....oh how happy and cheerful they looked in the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little one" said the Flower Fairy "What are you called and where would you like to live?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am a dandelion" said the little flower."I'd like to live where ever there are children. I want to live beside the road, and in the meadows, and push up between the sidewalks in the cities, and make everyone feel happier when they see my bright colors." The Dandelion chattered on happily saying "I want to be the first flower that the children pick in the spring and take to their mothers. And I could tell if a child likes butter by being rubbed under their chins, and if a child makes a wish and blows my seeds, I could carry that wish on the wind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Fairy smiled brightly and said "Little Dandelion, you are the most perfect and special flower of all and you shall have your wish! You will blossom everywhere from spring till fall, and be known as the children's flower." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is why the dandelion comes so early and pushes her head up everywhere with such strength and determination. And why she is so loved by children throughout her long life. &lt;/blockquote&gt;(retold by LLL,Storyteller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dandelion Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;It is said that after Theseus, the Greek hero, slew the Minotaur, a monster that was half man and half bull and lived in a labyrinth, he ate a Dandelion salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of inches a child will grow in the coming year is said to be foretold by the tallest dandelion stalk he can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandelions were declared an endangered wildflower in England.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SllgLOT6yLI/AAAAAAAABbw/b4IL9STDOzw/s1600-h/AK+July+08+Kids,+Dandelions+and+Books+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SllgLOT6yLI/AAAAAAAABbw/b4IL9STDOzw/s400/AK+July+08+Kids,+Dandelions+and+Books+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357418977670383794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Make a Dandelion Chain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplies:&lt;br /&gt;Dandelions (with thick stems)&lt;br /&gt;Xacto Knife or small sharp scissors (for adults or older child only)&lt;br /&gt;Lots of imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Pick dandelions with long, thick stems, one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Make a short slit halfway down the stem of one dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 3&lt;/strong&gt;: Insert the stem end of a second dandelion into the slit and push it down through the first dandelion as far as it will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 4&lt;/strong&gt;: Make a slit halfway down the second dandelion and insert a third dandelion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 5&lt;/strong&gt;: Continue until your chain is a little longer than you want it to be. Tie the last stem to the first dandelion near the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 6&lt;/strong&gt;: Make necklaces, crowns and bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expect the flowers to wilt quickly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you know?....Dandelions are sensitive to the weather. In good weather the head is fully open but if rain threatens it closes up. Also, the dandelion is said to close up against the dew around 5pm and to open up again at 7am. (Wonder if that's why it's called a clock?) Although this behaviour is said to depend on the intensity if the light so the times differ at different lattitudes and seasons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-6642843091472679491?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, before your parents were born, before your grandparents were born, even before your great great great grandparents were born, there was a village near a river. It was so far away that we would never have known of it if not for the old storytellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the village, by the river, lived a family who dearly loved to play with mud. There was a large bank of gray mud behind their house. At first, the family just squished it between their fingers or patted it into pies. One day, however, they realized that this was special mud. It was different than the mud taken from other places on the river. This mud kept its shape when it dried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you suppose it was? Can you imagine? That's right. It was clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you suppose they made with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first thing they made was a bowl. It was a fine bowl, a little rough around the edges, but they were just starting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, they made a spoon. The bowl was great for putting soup in, but they needed a spoon to get the soup out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, boats! They made the most wonderful toy boats to sail in the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jugs! The day the family learned to make jugs was a happy day for the whole village by the river. For that was the day that everyone could start storing water in their homes. Imagine that! Before that day, everyone had to walk to the spring every time they needed water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! They made pipes! And valves too! Pipes to carry the water from the spring into the homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shirts. It became quite the fad, wearing clay mural shirts. Each little clay square stitched together to form the clothes and clicking and clacking with every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mostly they made pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the years went by and the years went on and the family made better and better pots, fancier and fancier pots. Everyone in the village bought pots from them. In fact, the villagers called them the Potters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Potters didn't just sell pots. They made and sold anything you could want and they made it all from clay. They made toys and tables, tiles for walls, floors, and roofs. They made bricks for streets and buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the years went by and the years went on and the village by the river used more and more clay for more and more things. If you were to look at the village you might think it was all made of clay. And maybe it was. For now everyone lived in clay houses with clay roofs. They sat on clay chairs and slept on clay beds. They ate from clay plates on clay tables with clay forks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning they found that they needed a hot fire to dry the clay hard. Each day, the Potters had to cut down trees to fire the clay. They cut the trees until the woods near the village were gone and only a few scattered trees were left. When the woods were gone the animals left. They walked, flew, or clawed until they found new woods so far away that the villagers knew nothing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the clay! Aha! Everywhere you looked, anything that could be made with clay was. And you know about clay? If you drop it, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks! No one really worried about breaking anything. If something broke they would go to the Potters and have a new thing made. A new thing, a better thing, a thing with new colors and new designs, not last year's colors or scenes of trees and animals, no one wanted trees and animals any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did they do with all the bits and pieces? What did they do with all the old clay shards? They hauled them out of the village to a big hole and threw them in. As the years went by and the years went on the hole filled up with shards. As the years went by and the years went on the hole became a pile, then a hill, and finally a mountain of clay shards. The people called it Shard Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the mountain grew bigger and bigger, the clay bank by the river grew smaller and smaller until it became a pit that grew deeper and deeper. Finally the day came when the Potters could find no more clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No clay! What are we going to do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. What can we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could they do? They had never bothered to learn anything but making things with clay. For generations the Potters had used this clay and now they were helpless.&lt;br /&gt;At first, the villagers thought nothing of the used up clay pit. But soon everyone was thinking of it. For whenever something broke it was gone and it could not be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;The day a strong wind came and tore clay tiles from the roofs, people thought of the empty clay pit.&lt;br /&gt;Every time it rained, they thought of the clay pit.&lt;br /&gt;The day a village elder tripped on a chair, fell on his table and broke two of its legs, he thought of the empty clay pit.&lt;br /&gt;As all of his clay dishes and cups crashed to the floor, he thought of the clay pit.&lt;br /&gt;Each time a thing broke people thought of the empty clay pit and knew the thing could not be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the villagers had a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;One cried, "This is terrible! I don't have a single pot left."&lt;br /&gt;The second said, "We must do something!"&lt;br /&gt;A third called, "What can we do?"&lt;br /&gt;Then they all began shouting ideas.&lt;br /&gt;"Look for a new clay pit." "We tried that."&lt;br /&gt;"Get a new Potter family." "That won't help."&lt;br /&gt;"How about replacing the broken things with something else? Something different than clay?" &lt;br /&gt;"Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wood?" "There is no more!"&lt;br /&gt;"Paper?" "That's made from wood!"&lt;br /&gt;"Animal skins?" "They left with the trees."&lt;br /&gt;"Glass?" "Wonderful, how do you make it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sand!" "We don't have any."&lt;br /&gt;"Rocks?" "None around here."&lt;br /&gt;"Steel?" "Steal what."&lt;br /&gt;"Plastic?" "It hasn't been invented yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally someone said, "This is all the Potters' fault. We should be making them find the answer. We wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for them. I vote we tell them to find the answer or get out of the village."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The village elders went to the Potters and told them what had been decided. Do you know what the Potters did? They sat around and cried, "I don't want to leave."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one little girl wasn't crying. Her name was Penny. Of all the people in the Potter family, Penny Potter was particularly perceptive. Penny Potter perceived that if no one in the village knew the answer to the problem, then she would need to go out of the village to find the answer. The only person she knew outside the village was the Witch of Shard Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a cave on the on the far side of Shard Mountain, lived an old witch. She had lived there as long as anyone in the village could remember. She only came into the village about once a month to do her shopping. When she came the children would laugh at her and call her names. They threw clay shards at her and sang a terrible song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witchy, Witchy, Witchy&lt;br /&gt;Lives in the ditchy.&lt;br /&gt;Skin like dry clay.&lt;br /&gt;Hair like dry hay&lt;br /&gt;Witchy, witch, Witchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny thought of these things as she walked down the path to Shard Mountain. It was a long and hard climb around and up the far side of that mountain. She stood at last at the gaping hole that was the entrance to the witch's cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny was shaking. She thought, "Ohhh! What if she turns me into a frog."&lt;br /&gt;And then, "Well, I don't remember anyone really being hurt by her."&lt;br /&gt;Still shaking, she called out:&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" (Hello, Hello, Hello)&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" (Hello, Hello, Hello)&lt;br /&gt;"Is anyone home?" (Home, Home, Home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the cave came the sound of a boot scraping across the floor. Scrape. Thump. Scrape. Thump. Scrape. Thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny shook harder and harder. The witch stepped into the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you. You're one of those village children. One of those children who throw shards at me. What are you doing up here? Did you come to call me names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny was still shaking. "Oh no! I never threw anything at you. I never called you names."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe you did and maybe you didn't, but you haven't answered my question: What are you doing up here? Tell me now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny was almost sobbing. "I came because we need help and I was hoping you could give it to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch fixed her eyes on Penny. "What kind of help could an old one like me give to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've seen how our village is built of clay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've noticed," returned the witch bitterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've run out of clay. There isn't any more. I was hoping that if you really were a witch, then you could make more clay for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha!" Scolded the witch. "Why should I help you, little one? Why should I help your village? After the way your people have destroyed the woods? After the way your people have treated me, I'd rather punish you than help&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny was in tears. "But we need your help."&lt;br /&gt;"Your Village never helped me! I never did anything to those children. Why do they treat me so ill?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well," stammered Penny. "Perhaps because you're different."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a reason to hurt me?" Screamed the witch.&lt;br /&gt;"No," Penny whispered. "I am sorry the children hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch looked at Penny for a long time. "Listen, Penny Potter. I do know you. You are particularly perceptive. I can help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like being disliked. If you can bring the children of the village here and if you can help me stop them from being so cruel, then I will help you and your village. Bring the children to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Penny went back down the around the mountain. Down and around she ran as fast as she could. At last she came to the village. "Come out, come out wherever you are," she called. "Olly olly in free!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the village children came running up to Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we want to get new clay we need to get help from the witch. But the witch won't help because you've been so mean. Come up to her cave and tell her you're sorry. Come up to her cave and ask to be friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the children began with "ohs!" and "No!" They were afraid to go to the witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going! said one. "Nor I," said the another. "None of us will go.&lt;br /&gt;She'll turn us all into polliwogs!" Claimed the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny shook her head. "I was just up there. She didn't do anything to me. She is just upset because you've been so hateful. If you don't come with me to the cave, I'll go back alone. But you'll never see another new clay toy or game or anything again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny turned and headed back for the cave. At first the children watched her walk away. Then someone said, "We have been cruel. The witch never did anything to us even when we threw shards at her. I'm going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first child walked forward another followed. Slowly, one by one the children headed up the path to Shard Mountain. Up and around they went until they came to the gaping black hole near the top. Now it was the children's turn to shake as Penny called into the cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" (Hello, Hello, Hello)&lt;br /&gt;"Hello" (Hello, Hello, Hello)&lt;br /&gt;"Are you home?" (Home, Home, Home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back of the cave came the sound of a boot scraping across the floor. Scrape. Thump. Scrape. Thump. Scrape. Thump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were shaking harder and harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came the witch. "So! You're all here, eh? All the nice children who enjoy torturing an old lady? Have you had your fun? Do you think I like it? Would you like me to treat you like that? Well? What have you got to say for yourselves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're sorry." "What? I can't hear you!"&lt;br /&gt;"We're sorry." "What?"&lt;br /&gt;"We're Sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;"Will you think it's fun to mistreat people like that again?"&lt;br /&gt;"No ma'am." "What?"&lt;br /&gt;"No ma'am." "What?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, Ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;"Then off you go. Penny, come with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Penny was brave to come to the witch's cave, can you imagine how brave she was to walk into its dark entrance?" Deeper and deeper they walked through the dark tunnel until they came to a small room lit by one red candle with a green flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see. It's around here somewhere." The witch began tossing books off the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, not that one.&lt;br /&gt;Not that one.&lt;br /&gt;Nor that one.&lt;br /&gt;Or that one&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no?&lt;br /&gt;Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here it is. Now which page? Hmm, hmm, hmm. Yes, that's right. Yes! Just as I thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch turned to Penny. "Now you start by taking the old clay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Penny was confused. "I thought you were going to make new clay. I thought you'd say a spell and the clay pit would be full again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! A spell to refill the old pit. You want something from nothing? You've been wasting clay and wood for years. Do you want to do it all again? Penny, your village needs to start recycling. You need to start saving things like clay and reusing them. You have a whole mountain of clay here and a whole village below. you'll never run out of clay again if you just stop throwing it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I was saying," the witch continued. "Take the old clay and grind it into a fine powder. Add a little of this and a little of that and here you go: new soft pliable clay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny began to leap with joy. "Oh! Thank you! Thank you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, you silly goose! What good is the new clay now? You've used up nearly every tree for the fires that baked your clay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny sat down. She had been so worried about the clay she had forgotten about the wood. Ah well. So had everyone else in the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch continued, "If your people will promise to leave the trees alone and, more than that, if you will help replant the woods, I will help you build a new kiln to bake your clay. A kiln that doesn't burn wood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny's eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. "You really are magic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not, but the sun has all the power you need to fire your pots. The sun will heat the new kiln we'll build."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The sun?" Penny was amazed. "That's wonderful!" And with one last "thank you and good-bye," she was gone. She was running down and around the mountain back to her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother! Father Everyone! Potters, one and all! Look what the witch has given to us. We can make new pots from old. Just take the old shards and grind them up. Add this and that and look: new clay. But that's not all. The witch is coming to help us build a new kiln, a kiln that is heated by the sun instead of burning all the wood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Potters were so pleased that they invited the witch to stay and live with them. And since they were so pleased with what she could do with all her strangeness, she was glad to become part of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on and from that day since, the Potters have wheeled their wagons through the streets collected old shards to make new clay. And every year they go to the woods, plant young trees, and pray that the animals come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in the streets of the village you can hear the children sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New pots from old,&lt;br /&gt;New pots from old,&lt;br /&gt;The witch and Penny Potter&lt;br /&gt;Gave us new pots from old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Pots from Old - a recycling tale by Papa Joe © 1991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SllylDypDuI/AAAAAAAABb4/Sen2hWjyNTk/s1600-h/paperclay+in+mold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SllylDypDuI/AAAAAAAABb4/Sen2hWjyNTk/s400/paperclay+in+mold.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357439212732354274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Great activity to use with this story is recycling paper to make Paper Clay.&lt;br /&gt;The following is a very simple set of directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Paper Clay&lt;br /&gt;2 cups construction paper scraps (sorted by color) &lt;br /&gt;4 1/2 cups water &lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup flour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tear construction paper into small pieces. Pour water and paper scraps into a blender. Blend 20 seconds or until the mixture turns into pulp. Drain and squeeze excess water from the mixture. Mix flour and the remaining 1/2 cup of water in a small bowl until blended. Slowly add the flour and water mixture to paper pulp. Knead until it forms a dough. Mold paper clay as you would any clay or dough. Let finished creations dry 1 to 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper clay can be used to create 3-D greeting cards, pictures, package ties or tree ornaments. Try adding glitter or bits of confetti. Press paper clay into candy molds, cookie cutters or gelatin molds to create interesting shapes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREPE PAPER CLAY&lt;br /&gt;Crepe Paper cut into thin strips (any colors you wish). &lt;br /&gt;1 cup flour &lt;br /&gt;1 cup salt &lt;br /&gt;Large container and water &lt;br /&gt;Place crepe paper into a large container and add enough water to cover the paper. Let that soak for about one hour until most of the water is absorbed into the paper. Pour off the excess water and add small amounts of flour and salt until you have a clay-like mixture. Create sculptures by forming the crepe paper clay with your hands. Let dry and apply either a varnish or a glue and water mixture to seal. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few good sites with directions and information about Paper Clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.easyfunschool.com/article1989.html"&gt;Construction Paper Clay @ EasyFunSchool.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativehomemaking.com/frugal_living/paper-clay.shtml"&gt;Paper Clay Directions @ CreativeHomemaking.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paperclay.blogspot.com/"&gt;Paperclay.Blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expertvillage.com/video/119324_recycling-scrap-pottery-clay.htm"&gt;Expert Villiage.com Vids showing how to recycle scrap pottery clay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-7170225808111829137?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After I started my "recycle" blogs, I seemed be pushed by an unseen force (curiosity or maybe just nosiness) to look for more kids books with a recycling or reusing theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are soooo many books that I decided, in order to cut down on the number of books, I have limited myself to books that are telling a story as opposed to books that are just stating the facts of recycling or reusing. Basically, I wanted the books to entertain and to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking the lessons or morals into a story is soooo much more fun, for everyone, than just stating facts and saying "Do it because you should!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMYTRkTI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZnA-EqcrhLI/s1600-h/RecyclingPicBk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMYTRkTI/AAAAAAAAASY/ZnA-EqcrhLI/s320/RecyclingPicBk1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241085169755066674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From School Library Journal&lt;br /&gt;PreSchool-Grade 4 A tidy old man spent his time cleaning up the litter that the thoughtless slobs of Wartville left behind. One day, tired of his lot, he gives up, and Mother Nature gives him ``power over trash.'' He then commands that litter ``go back and stick to the person who threw you.'' The townspeople are dismayed, and the Wizard agrees to release them from their trash if they promise not to litter again.  Good for story hour and for reinforcing basic ecology principles. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMQQeoTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SCmJJpAd6Ds/s1600-h/RecyclingPicBk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMQQeoTI/AAAAAAAAASQ/SCmJJpAd6Ds/s320/RecyclingPicBk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241085167595856178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Michael Recycle tells the adventures of a young superhero whose power allows him to teach people about recycling. After cleaning up a town, the people declare: "To Michael Recycle! The green-caped crusader, our super-green hero, the planet's new savior!"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMfUNOPI/AAAAAAAAASg/XI-jTwaLF5M/s1600-h/RecyclingPicBk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwTMfUNOPI/AAAAAAAAASg/XI-jTwaLF5M/s320/RecyclingPicBk2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241085171638024434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;By  Midwest Book Review&lt;br /&gt;The Garbage Monster is an engaging children's book about garbage and recycling, with a fantastic twist. When young Jo hauls out the household garbage one evening, the garbage comes alive and threatens her! But Jo plucks him apart limb from limb, and uses recycling to vanquish the beast - and make her chores more fun. Overall, The Garbage Monster is an excellent and recommended picturebook to start teaching young folks early about the fun and importance of recycling. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwYH_BroUI/AAAAAAAAASo/VBC6EH-AYg0/s1600-h/RecyclingPicBk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwYH_BroUI/AAAAAAAAASo/VBC6EH-AYg0/s320/RecyclingPicBk.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241090591809052994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Amazon.com Review:&lt;br /&gt;When Joseph's favorite overcoat gets old and worn, he makes a jacket out of it. When the jacket is more patches than jacket, Joseph turns it into a vest. When the vest's number is up, Joseph makes a scarf. This thrifty industry continues until there's nothing left of the original garment. But clever Joseph manages to make something out of nothing! In today's throwaway world, Joseph's old-fashioned frugality is a welcome change. Based on a Yiddish song from Simms Taback's youth (lyrics and music reproduced on the last page), the book is filled with rhythms and arresting colors that will delight every reader. As more and more holes appear in Joseph's coat, die-cut holes appear on the pages, hinting at each next manifestation. The illustrations are striking, created with gouache, watercolor, collage, pencil, and ink. Every inch of space is crammed with fanciful, funny details, such as the headline on a discarded newspaper: "Fiddler on Roof Falls off Roof."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwc2EE4y4I/AAAAAAAAASw/3nXATnjmkII/s1600-h/recyclingpicbk3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwc2EE4y4I/AAAAAAAAASw/3nXATnjmkII/s320/recyclingpicbk3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241095781485169538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From School Library Journal&lt;br /&gt;PreSchool-Grade 2—This urban trash-to-treasure tale will resonate with city dwellers and send suburbanites and kids in rural areas searching for similar adventures. A boy waits at his bedroom window for his adult neighbor Steve, a.k.a. "the dumpster diver," to set things in motion. Five taps come on the boy's window and two other young residents of the building also receive the signal to report to duty. The children are "Hose Handler #1," "Hose Handler #2," and "The Fauceteer." Armies of insects are dislodged when Steve dives into the back-alley Dumpster and hauls out seemingly worthless junk, but worth is in the eyes of the beholder, and the three assistants share his reverence for discarded objects. Broken skis, blenders, and lamps can all be reincarnated, and half the fun is finding a tenant who will appreciate some newly fashioned object. Steve's enthusiasm and creativity are so infectious that neither he nor his helpers are deterred by the building grouch, who thinks that the man should get a real job. The text aptly appears on torn scraps of paper or, in the case of the final words, a Band-Aid that Steve will need, having incurred a "work related" injury and convalescing in a homemade wheelchair! With his unmatched gloves and flippers, goggles, and hooded yellow slicker, Steve is a lovable comic figure. Roberts portrays him with a playful elasticity that perfectly matches Wong's playful story.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwfO0nq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nM41sTQODKg/s1600-h/RecyclingPicBk4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SLwfO0nq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/nM41sTQODKg/s320/RecyclingPicBk4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241098405856081298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Come and visit Mrs, Knoodle's recycling class. Mrs. Knoodle is big and green and has hair that looks like lettuce. Meet teacher's helper Little Bug and all the kids in her class. This book introduces children to a basic understanding of recycling. Fun activities and recycling ideas are included along with a song everyone can sing. Don't forget to take the "Recycling Pledge." (This books is not necessarily a "story" but I thought it was cute.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y'all know I had to have a craft vid in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;This could be a woman's bag but it could also be made a little larger and be used as a messenger bag. 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I had a little jacket, it was old as can be&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;What I'd ever do with it, I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;So I thought a little while&lt;br /&gt;And made myself a vest in the very latest style&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala lalala (2x) &lt;br /&gt;Made a vest in the very latest style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had a little vest, as old as it could be&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;What I'd ever do with it, I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;So I thought a little while&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself a tie in the very lastest style&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala lalala (2x) &lt;br /&gt;Made a tie in the very latest style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. tie / button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. button / nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I had a little nothing, as old as it could be&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;What I'd ever do with it, I just couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Tralala lalalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;So I thought a little while&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself a song in the very lastest style&lt;br /&gt;Tralalala lalala (2x) &lt;br /&gt;Made a song in the very latest style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hob ikh mir a mantl fun fartsaytikn shtof / Tralala...&lt;br /&gt;Hot dos nit in zikh kayn gantsenem shtokh / Tralala...&lt;br /&gt;Darum, hob ikh zikh batrakht&lt;br /&gt;Un fun dem mantl a rekl gemakht&lt;br /&gt;Tralala... / Fun dem mantl a rekl gemakht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hob ikh mir a rekl... fun dem rekl a vestl gemakht&lt;br /&gt;3. vestl / shnipsl&lt;br /&gt;4. shnipsl / knepl&lt;br /&gt;5. knepl / gornitl&lt;br /&gt;6. gornit / dos lidele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(trad Yiddish, Eng words Teddi Schwartz &amp; Arthur Kevess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mudcat.org/midi/midibrowse.cfm?start_letter=I"&gt;Mudcat MIDIs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's talk about Paper! &lt;br /&gt;I love making paper with kids. They have a great time and you never know what you'll get. Making paper is great for using up the scraps of construction paper, wrapping paper or any kind of paper that is used in the class or at home.&lt;br /&gt;I have included three different vids on papermaking....&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first is a teacher doing a papermaking demo in class.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The second vid is a very good low tech papermaking vid with kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third vid is a very nicely done slide show about papermaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the vids, I have included a link to papermaking directions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQoz1pkKmdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQoz1pkKmdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAl_7IDYfVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wAl_7IDYfVc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVuKL_OXLxw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gVuKL_OXLxw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great site for directions is &lt;a href="http://www.tutorials.com/06/0697/0697.asp"&gt;Learn2 Make Paper&lt;/a&gt; ... this site has good pics also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-304520072663756867?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She said she was a storyteller..storysinger...whatever! So what's up with the crafts?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Psst!...not to worry there is a story coming that relates to recycling but I want you to read the other stuff 'cause.....well just 'cause I want you to, so read!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions, questions, questions! Well, yes, I do mostly talk about storytelling but I have always loved to make things and I find that storytelling and crafts go together rather well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When working with after school groups or with parties, I sometimes get the chance to do different crafts. I usually choose very simple crafts that can be done quickly but when I have the time, or when I am going to see the same kids over a period of time, I like to pick large projects or projects that take some time and effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, while spending time on Youtube (I am soooo addicted) I found a vid on using recyled plastic bags to make bags and that started me looking for more vids on different types of crafts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could "tell" you how to make something but the vids are sooo much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I am going to figure out how to make a vid or how to post a vid or both and then I can stop looking for other folks vids. (Hmmmm....maybe I should check youtube for an instructional vid on making vids :P You know it's there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my orginal subject....Recyled Crafts or maybe just crafts for kids and for all of you big kids, like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first the story...then...the craft vids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Thrifty Tailor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a tailor. &lt;br /&gt;He was not only a very good tailor, he was also a great believer in recycling. &lt;br /&gt;This means he liked to "reuse" items. He changed or adapted things for a new use. The tailor wasted nothing! &lt;br /&gt;He was always seen taking an old item of clothing and making it into something wonderful and useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a wealthy client came to him with a roll of the finest cloth. "Make me a suit from this marvelous material, my good tailor", he said,"and I will pay you well!".&lt;br /&gt;The tailor sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made the suit.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and what a marvelous suit it was! &lt;br /&gt;He took it to his client, who was very pleased with the suit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tailor returned to his workshop, he looked at the material that was left and thought to himself,"Hmmmm...yeeeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very fashionable top coat for himself.&lt;br /&gt;He put it on and thought that he looked quite distinguished.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He loved that coat soooo much that he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until one day he noticed that it was all worn out! &lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Soooo....he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very stylish jacket. &lt;br /&gt;He put on his new jacket and he thought that he liked this jacket just as much as his top coat.&lt;br /&gt;And so, he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until it was all worn out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Soooo.....he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very smart looking waistcoat. &lt;br /&gt;He put it on and thought to himself that he quite liked it more than his jacket! &lt;br /&gt;And he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until it was all worn out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Sooooo....he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very snappy cap. &lt;br /&gt;He put it on and he thought to himself that a hat was just what he needed. &lt;br /&gt;And so, he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until it was all worn out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Soooo....he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very fancy tie. &lt;br /&gt;He put it on and thought to himself "A man can never have too many ties." &lt;br /&gt;And he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until it was all worn out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;Sooooo...he sat up all night and he cut and he sewed and he snipped and he stitched. And in the morning he had made a very special button. &lt;br /&gt;He sewed it to his favorite shirt thinking that a button is always handy to have. &lt;br /&gt;And he wore it and he wore it and he wore it until it was all worn out!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And he was just about to throw it away, when he thought to himself, "Hmmmm....yeees! I believe that there is just enough material to make something else!" &lt;br /&gt;And what do you think that "something else" was???&lt;br /&gt;That's right! &lt;br /&gt;There was enough material to make a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he told the story to me and I've just told it to you!&lt;br /&gt;And now "you" can tell the story to someone else! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retold&amp;copy by LaurenLanita,Storysinger&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then! Now for the Recyled Crafts for kids and for all of you big kids, like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SlVESupwH0I/AAAAAAAABa4/umj55H4Rx1E/s1600-h/recycle+plastic+bag+crochet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nJLOuss1ip0/SlVESupwH0I/AAAAAAAABa4/umj55H4Rx1E/s400/recycle+plastic+bag+crochet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356262420378558274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO MAKE SOMETHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beads from recycled magazines...you can also use old wrapping paper, or left over paper from other art projects.&lt;br /&gt;I remember doing this as a kid (I have a really good memory).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJKU0L2CKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJKU0L2CKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This vid uses plasic bags. &lt;br /&gt;I especially liked it because it is really simple to do, with or without kids,&lt;br /&gt; and you don't need much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKJbHAWmI5k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKJbHAWmI5k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This vid shows more items that can be crocheted out of plastic bags. &lt;br /&gt;I love her projects!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qu48UWAJdME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qu48UWAJdME&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-4595802155077754543?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The mother decided to go into the forest to search for pine cones. &lt;br /&gt;She was planning to use the pine cones to build a fire for her family, and she was also hoping she could sell some of them to get money to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for hours, the mother finally reached the forest and started gathering pine cones into her basket.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she heard a voice say, "Why are you stealing my pine cones?" &lt;br /&gt;With that, an elf appeared beside her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She explained her sad story to the elf. &lt;br /&gt;With a crooked smile, the elf said, "Go into the next forest. The pine cones there are much better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitantly, the mother set off to the next forest, which was even farther away. When she reached it, she was very tired. She leaned against a tree and sat her basket on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had she set down her basket, and dozens of pine cones started falling to the ground. Filled with renewed energy, she gathered all the pine cones into her basket and returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired again, once she returned home, she set down the basket for a moment on her doorstep. When she looked down at the basket of pine cones, they had all turned to silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family would never be poor again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Because of this legend, many people believe that a silver pine cone is lucky. It is customary to keep one on your dresser or hearth to make sure good fortune comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SIMPLE CRAFT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Pine Cones&lt;br /&gt;you will need:&lt;br /&gt;Pinecones&lt;br /&gt;Silver paint or silver spray paint&lt;br /&gt;Glitter (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;Use paint or spray paint to coat the pines cones with silver color.&lt;br /&gt;You may then let them dry or while still wet sprinkle them with glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;Use the pinecones as decoration around the house, or as a christmas tree decoration or give a silver pine cone and a copy of this legend as a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1726734873649333392-4577261597706503396?l=storytellingcraftsandkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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