tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91458295025924742042024-03-04T23:47:44.592-08:00a snail named patient: a story-blogOn June 24, Abby got hurt. She needs to stay quiet for six weeks.
We are writing these stories to give her something new each day. If you would like to write a story, please let me (Sarah) know.editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-1034736985913024572010-08-17T11:12:00.000-07:002010-08-17T11:12:48.458-07:00a Happy Birthday post for Abby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6McgmO7d-5Kk65Q8oQYlgxQ_GErzOdWfGnN4iMR6RI6bzpHl7gfBEAMIRliLaRrJblnbmZiWoHq3H3gTEHOcP2simAUWu_JbCsQE-vfpKHy1XjBtNElTQsGlUJe-iwVm0WEi1jIqrNU7/s1600/DSC_5439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN6McgmO7d-5Kk65Q8oQYlgxQ_GErzOdWfGnN4iMR6RI6bzpHl7gfBEAMIRliLaRrJblnbmZiWoHq3H3gTEHOcP2simAUWu_JbCsQE-vfpKHy1XjBtNElTQsGlUJe-iwVm0WEi1jIqrNU7/s400/DSC_5439.JPG" width="267" /></a></div>I put Patient the Snail on my face.<br />
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And Patient said "Happy Birthday!"<br />
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And Patient said, "Happy Birthday!"editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-65964984140107185652010-08-11T09:37:00.000-07:002010-08-11T09:37:13.671-07:00Patient the Magical SnailThe morning sun was just beginning to warm her curly brown shell when Patient heard a voice beside her. She opened her eyes and peeked between the flower stalks and green creepers that made up her home. Where had the voice come from? And who did it belong to? It was such a sweet, small voice.<br />
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Patient didn’t see anyone in the pansies. She didn’t see anyone in the lilies either. But when she looked behind the lavender bush, a little face popped out and smiled at her. It fluttered into the air for a moment and then the tiny, beautiful creature it belonged to settled in front of Patient and said, “Hello.”<br />
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It was the same sweet voice that had woken her. Patient stared at the little creature’s tiny feet, covered in shoes made from sunflower seeds. It wore a dress of flower petals, and an acorn cap on its head. Two shimmering blue wings fluttered at its sides. Patient had never seen anything like it before. It was too soft to be a dragonfly. Not quite soft enough for a butterfly.<br />
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“What are you?” Patient asked.<br />
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“A fairy,” the creature giggled. “My name is Annika.”<br />
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“Oh,” Patient said. It was hard to keep her eyes on Annika. The fairy fluttered all around while she talked, never holding still.<br />
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“I’m glad you woke up,” Annika said. “I’ve been waiting for the longest time to talk to you.”<br />
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“Really?”<br />
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“Yes. I wanted to ask you. Are you magical?”<br />
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Nobody had ever asked Patient if she was magical before. She had to think about it. Was she magical? She had a lovely brown shell that kept her dry when it rained and gave her the perfect place to sleep when the moon came out. Her skin was slippery soft, and when she glided slowly from leaf to leaf it left a shimmering trail of silver behind her. With all of these wonderful things she could do, she must be magical.<br />
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“Yes,” she told Annika. “I think so.”<br />
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“I knew it,” said Annika, clapping her hands together and laughing. Then she buzzed right up to Patient’s ear and whispered, “I need some magic.”<br />
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“Why?” asked Patient, turning her head to look at Annika, who had already fluttered to a new spot.<br />
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“Because I lost mine. And I can’t get back home without it."<br />
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“Oh,” said Patient. Now she was worried. She didn’t know where her magic was, either. “What does it look like?” she asked Annika.<br />
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Annika giggled. “Magic doesn’t look like anything, silly. It comes from inside you.”<br />
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Patient didn’t understand. How could it come from inside? “You mean like happiness?” she asked.<br />
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“Yes!” Annika said. “And love.”<br />
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“How did you lose yours?” Patient asked.<br />
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For once, Annika’s blue wings stopped fluttering. They drooped to her sides. Annika fell softly onto the dirt and sat down on a pebble near Patient.<br />
“I think it’s because I got scared.”<br />
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Patient could understand that. She knew what it was like to be scared. Whenever the shadow of a bird passed overhead she tucked herself tightly into her shell and shivered. And once, a garden snake had slithered close to her home, frightening her so badly that she had cried.<br />
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“What did you get scared of?” Patient asked. “A snake?”<br />
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“No. Not a snake. I got scared of falling.”<br />
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“When I get scared,” Patient said. “I tuck inside my shell. Or I hide under a rock until I’m not afraid anymore.”<br />
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Patient was surprised to see a tiny tear, the size of a dew drop, trickle down Annika’s cheek. “If I hide under a rock I’ll never get home,” she said. “I have to fly to get back to Fairyland. But every time I try, I get scared of falling and my magic goes away.”<br />
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This was a problem. Patient wondered how she could help her new friend get home. She thought and thought. Finally, just like a dandelion seed floats through the air on a summer day, an idea floated into Patient’s mind. “I will share my magic with you!” she said.<br />
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“You will?” asked Annika, jumping up from the pebble. <br />
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“Yes!” Patient said. “I will go with you to fairy land. When you start to get scared, I will be brave and my magic will keep us from falling.”<br />
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A worried frown crossed Annika’s face. “But you can’t fly.”<br />
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“No,” said Patient. “You’ll carry me. My shell looks heavy, but it is as light as a pea pod.”<br />
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Annika wasn’t much bigger than Patient, but she bent down and pulled on Patient’s shell. “You’re right! You aren’t heavy at all!”<br />
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Holding Patient in her arms, Annika spread her blue wings wide and sailed up into the sky. They raced past a bumblebee, drinking nectar from a patch of clover. “Hello!” Patient called to the bee. She couldn’t help but giggle. She was used to sliding so slowly across the ground. It was fun to go fast.<br />
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When they passed under the dark shadow of a tree, Annika began to totter, her wings sputtering, spinning them both lopsided. “I’m going to fall!” she cried.<br />
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“No you’re not,” Patient called. “You’re doing great!”<br />
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Annika listened to Patient and straightened her wings. The magic was working. “We’re almost there!” she said.<br />
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Ahead a rainbow stretched across the sky. Annika flew straight through it. On the other side, Patient discovered a world full of beauty and magic. A trickling waterfall tumbled down from a tall green tree, and all around there were colorful flowers, dotted mushrooms, and smooth pebbles. Fairies were everywhere, flying, dancing and singing.<br />
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“Annika! You made it home!” the fairies called.<br />
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“Yes! Because of Patient.”<br />
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The fairies fluttered around Patient, saying hello, touching her smooth shell, smiling and laughing. Patient had never had so many friends before. <br />
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Annika set Patient on the ground next to a pink dahlia. “Thank you for sharing your magic with me, Patient. What can I do to repay you?”<br />
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Patient looked around at all the pretty fairies, the magical waterfall, and the flowers. “You don’t have to repay me. But this is the most beautiful place I have ever seen. Would it be alright if I stayed here with you for awhile?”<br />
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“Oh, Patient,” Annika said with a giggle. “You can stay here forever.”<br />
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And that’s just what Patient did.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Janessa Ransom</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-28125162864813287152010-08-10T10:10:00.000-07:002010-08-10T10:10:50.404-07:00Patient and the Broom<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://s3.images.com/huge.1.7072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://s3.images.com/huge.1.7072.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>One day, Patient the Snail was oozing through the wood, when she met an old witch sitting underneath a large tree. The witch was crying great big tears, and petting a large black cat that sat purring in her lap.<br />
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“Excuse me, old witch, but why are you crying?” asked Patient the Snail, for as snails go she was very polite.<br />
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“Because I lost my bro-hoo-hoo-hoom!” wailed the old witch, crying harder than ever. “Look!” She pointed to the tree above her, where Patient could see the long, slender stick of the witch’s broom caught in the very top branches.<br />
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“I see,” said Patient. “What happened?”<br />
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“She was flying along and the tree surprised her,” said the Cat. “We hit the branches, and down we came with a bump.” The Cat fixed her great golden eyes on Patient and purred, “Let that be a lesson to you to always watch where you’re going.”<br />
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“It’s my favorite broo-hoo-hoom!” cried the witch. “And now it’s lost forever!”<br />
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“So many tears over a silly broom,” said the Cat to the witch. “You can always get another one.”<br />
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“There will never be another broom like my favorite broo-hoo-hoom,” cried the witch. “I want it back!”<br />
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The Cat rolled her big yellow eyes. “Crybaby,” she muttered.<br />
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Patient the Snail was a very kind snail, as snails go, and she hated to see anyone who was unhappy. “I can go up and try to get your broom for you, if you like,” she said.<br />
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The witch stopped crying long enough to peer at Patient the Snail and say, “Do you think you really could?”<br />
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“Well,” said Patient the Snail, “I’m not very fast, and I have no hands to carry the broom, and I am very small, but I can climb to the top of the tree and see what I can do. I may not be able to do very much, but at least I will be able to do something.”<br />
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“Oh, thank you!” cried the unhappy witch, and so Patient the Snail began the long journey up the trunk of the tree.<br />
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Patient the Snail hurried as fast as she could go, for she didn’t want to keep the old witch waiting, but the tree was so very tall, and she was so very small, that after she reached the first big branch she stopped for a moment to catch her breath.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/1/opposum-rodent_6153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://www.alaska-in-pictures.com/data/media/1/opposum-rodent_6153.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>On the branch was a large gray opossum hanging upside down as she read the newspaper. “Good morning,” said Patient the Snail.<br />
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“I don’t know how you can say it’s a good morning with so many horrible things happening in the world,” said the Opossum, looking at her over the top of the newspaper. When she saw that Patient was a Snail, she blinked several times and then put her newspaper aside. “I’ve never seen a snail this high on the tree before. Why are you climbing up the trunk the way you are?”<br />
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“I am going to bring back the old witch’s broom,” said Patient the Snail. “Though I am very slow, and though I have no hands, and I am very small, I mean to do my best.”<br />
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“That is very noble of you,” said the Opossum, looking at Patient with respect. “The world is a better place when the smallest creatures are kind. Perhaps I can help you. I do not have hands, and I am also very slow, but I am one of the largest creatures on the tree. If you will allow me, I will help you get the broom for the old witch.”<br />
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And so Patient climbed on top of the Opossum’s head and settled down right by her large pink ear, and together they climbed up to the middle branches of the tree.<br />
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“Oh, isn’t it just?” cried the Jay with excitement. “When I woke up I could tell that the air was quite perfect to practice singing in. Listen!” And she burst forth in a beautiful song. When she finished, Patient and the Opossum applauded.<br />
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The Jay curtseyed, and then looked at them curiously. “I’ve never seen a Snail and an Opossum travel together before,” she said. “What are you doing?”<br />
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“We are going to bring back the old witch’s broom,” said Patient the Snail. “Though we are both very slow, and neither of us has hands. But the Opossum is very large, and we feel that while we may not be able to do much, we still should be able to do something.”<br />
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“What a cheerful thought!” said the Jay. “It just goes to show that there are kind creatures in the world, after all. I would like to help you! I do not have any hands, and I am very small as well, but I am one of the fastest animals in the woods. Perhaps I can help you pull down the old witch’s broom.”<br />
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Patient the Snail and the Opossum told the Jay that they would very much enjoy her help, and so she climbed on the back of the Opossum next to Patient the Snail, and together the three of them climbed to the very top-most branches.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://talentedapps.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/best-squirrel-shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://talentedapps.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/best-squirrel-shot.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>When they arrived there, they found a young red squirrel chewing on a nut, and sitting on the long wooden pole of the witch’s broom. “Hello,” said the Squirrel. “Have you come to take this broom away? I was eating my breakfast when suddenly this broom crashed through my house. I tried to remove it, but it’s caught. Look!” And the Squirrel pushed on the broom, but it was stuck in the branches and couldn’t come free.<br />
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“We have come to save the broom, if we can,” said Patient the Snail. “There’s an old, sad witch at the bottom of the tree, and she misses her broom. We’d like to return it to her.”<br />
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“I don’t see how you will be able to,” said the Squirrel rudely, since her mouth was full of the nut she was eating. “It’s stuck.”<br />
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Patient the Snail looked at the broom. It was indeed stuck among the branches. “Perhaps we can get it free if we all work together. Squirrel, you have hands, so you can lift the broom away from the branches. Opossum, you are very large, so you can push the broom out of the treetops. And Jay, you are very fast, so you can fly back and forth and free the straw from the branches that have caught it.”<br />
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The animals cheered Patient for being so clever, and did as she instructed. The Squirrel lifted the end of the broom, and the Jay flew to where the straw part of the broom was caught by the tiny twigs of the tree. And then the Opossum gave the broom a mighty push, and with a great whoosh the broom flew out of the tree, and carried all four of them gently down to the witch who was waiting below.<br />
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The witch, when they saw she had saved her broom, did a hurly-burly dance for joy and sang, “My beautiful, beautiful broo-hoo-hoom!” She looked so happy that the animals laughed along with her, and even the Cat looked less sour than usual.<br />
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When at last she had shown how happy she was, the witch said, “I want to give a present to the one who saved my broom. Who pushed the broom out of the tree?”<br />
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“The Opossum did,” said Patient the Snail.<br />
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The old witch reached into her pointed witch’s cap and pulled out a pair of reading glasses, which the Opossum accepted with great dignity.<br />
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“But the Opossum wouldn’t have been able to push the broom from the tree if the Squirrel hadn’t lifted it up first,” said the Jay.<br />
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“Well, it’s only fair that the Squirrel receive a gift as well,” said the witch, and she reached again into her hat and pulled out a sack of nuts and gave it to the Squirrel. <br />
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“Without the Jay’s speed, though, we would never have gotten the broom out of the branches,” said the Squirrel after she had thanked the witch for her gift.<br />
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“Well, then, we must give the Jay a gift,” said the witch, smiling, and pulled from her hat a beautiful purple scarf, which she wrapped around the Jay’s throat.<br />
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“This will keep my voice warm so that I may sing even during the winter,” said the Jay.<br />
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“But what about Patient’s gift?” asked the Opossum.<br />
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“Yes! Patient deserves a gift!” said the Jay and the Squirrel.<br />
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“But I didn’t do anything,” said Patient the Snail. “I didn’t lift the broom, or push the broom, or free it from the branches. Why should I get a gift?”<br />
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“This is a very special book,” said the old witch. “In it is all the adventures you will ever have, and all the animals you will ever meet. You can take it out and read about things you will do someday, or read about things that you have done before, or read about the things that you are doing right now. Try it, and see!”<br />
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And so Patient the Snail opened the little book to about the middle, and to her surprise she read the very story that I have just told you. And when she was done she closed the book, said goodbye to her new friends, and set off once more into the woods, for she could tell from the book that she had many more adventures ahead of her.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Danny Nelson</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-81004065510121205922010-08-09T10:19:00.000-07:002010-08-09T10:19:29.718-07:00The Inheritance of ShellsEveryone had a shell but Patient, and they weren’t sharing. This, said Grandfather Armand, was the nature of things. Snails were greedy creatures, and did not like to share. He was eating a long strand of red licorice. Patient was waiting for him to finish and leave her a bite. But Grandfather Armand was a very slow eater.<br />
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Patient was a young snail, and like all very young snails, she was born without a shell. Her skin was as pulpy and slimy as a banana peel, and it left her vulnerable to all kinds of terrors. Sun, for one. Salt, for another.<br />
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This meant, according to Mama Cynda, that she could never glide down to the dew gathering place alone. Young humans were fond of sprinkling salt on young snails. Boys especially, those nasty things, loved to watch salted snails curl and writhe on the sidewalk. Without a protective shell, salt would burn right through to a snail’s core. And if the boys didn’t get her, Mama Cynda nodded, the sun surely would.<br />
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But Patient didn’t care so much about salt or sun. What she cared about were parties. And the one thing you needed to go to a party was a shell. “Why,” said Grandfather Armand, “a snail without a shell might as well be invisible at a party.” <br />
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So it was clear: Patient had to have a shell. The problem was, shells were family heirlooms, passed down through generations of snails. The only way to get a shell was if someone in your family died and left you their shell. Which, to be honest, didn’t sound great to Patient. She didn’t want Grandfather Armand to die, even if he did keep all the licorice to himself.<br />
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“Why not try Miss Sally?” said Dada Marcel. “I’ll glide with you.” <br />
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Miss Sally was a long shot, everyone knew. Despite her extensive inventory of custom order shells--sold by the seashore--her taste was questionable. Miss Sally preferred pretty things, shimmering rainbow abalones and peach chambered nautiluses and fan shaped mollusks. But for snails, the bigger and older and grimier the shell, the better it was. A well-aged shell meant your family had been around for decades.<br />
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When they arrived, Miss Sally was excited. Why, Patient was such a precious young slug.<br />
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“Who are you calling a slug?” said Dada Marcel. <br />
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Miss Sally was sorry. She was a person, and people have a hard time telling the difference between young snails and slugs. Patient tried on a few shells, but none of them fit right. They made her back sore and stiff. So she and Dada Marcel went home.<br />
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At home, Grandfather Armand was still eating his licorice. Patient was so tired of waiting—for a bite of licorice, for her shell, for the chance to go to a party—that she went to bed early.<br />
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In the morning, she had had time getting out of bed. Her back was still sore. She wished she had never gone to see Miss Sally.<br />
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When she glided up to the breakfast stone, Mama Cynda gasped. “Where did you get that?” she said.<br />
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“What?” said Patient.<br />
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“Glory be,” said Grandfather Armand. “I’ve never seen such a thing.”<br />
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For Patient had grown her very own shell in the night. It was sleek and glossy and brown, like a chestnut, with splashes of white diamond curving around the spiral. Patient was so happy she sailed around the breakfast stone.<br />
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That night, she went to a party. All the other snails in their rough and barnacled shells stared at her glossy new shell. When they asked where she got it, she just smiled. She knew the best things in life come to those who wait.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">story by Steve Woodward</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-87579611446520426452010-08-06T13:13:00.000-07:002010-08-06T13:13:39.928-07:00A Snail Named Patient Goes to the Baseball Game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b4/Jamsil_Baseball_Stadium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b4/Jamsil_Baseball_Stadium.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I took my friend, Patient the Snail, to a baseball game with me. Just the two of us guys going to pass some old fashioned baseball time. At a big stadium, with lots of people and rows and rows of blue seats.<br />
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Patient wanted some nachos, so we got some nachos and then headed down to our seats. We had great seats, right behind first base, and the field looked so green. I told Patient that I wanted to jump the little fence and run on the field. I told him I wanted to skip through the green outfield and then slide around on the dirt of the infield. I told him I wanted to feel the hot damp grass on my cheek and smell the heavy grass smell. I told him I wanted so slide so hard on the coarse dirt that it got all the way into my shoes. I could hardly stand it just sitting there when so many beautiful fun things were just waiting for me if I ran onto the field.<br />
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But my good buddy Patient the Snail, as all good buddies often do, gave me some good advice. He sat munching on his nachos and he told me that sometimes it just isn’t your turn to slide on dirt and run around on rich green grass. He told me that, in those times, its just as much fun to munch on some quality nachos with a friend and watch people slide on dirt and run on grass.<br />
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And you know what, he was right. We sat there the entire game. We munched on our nachos and even ordered cool lemonade that a nice man brought right to our seat. I was totally happy sitting there in the shade with my good friend Patient. Once even a baseball player ran and dove for a ball in the green outfield grass. He caught the ball and then, before he got up, I saw him stick his face in the grass and take a big whiff of the heavy grass smell, just like I would have done.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Aaron Allen </div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-86095251419871857432010-08-05T15:07:00.000-07:002010-08-05T15:07:28.565-07:00Samuel & Snails<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHABmTkqzzIff2Ob-9VE7ERFmUQP4kVh1C50BEgZmIYj0362bcdi8BZ3VcX2O9SbIK6Q7CsAHfgjk16DBCa8TVTLIppXATHUCZ_NC8xrRwNa1X9BeDzLveg_G6Ul4TfAwumUHxN2fIMNI/s1600/Samuel+%26+Snails_Page_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNHABmTkqzzIff2Ob-9VE7ERFmUQP4kVh1C50BEgZmIYj0362bcdi8BZ3VcX2O9SbIK6Q7CsAHfgjk16DBCa8TVTLIppXATHUCZ_NC8xrRwNa1X9BeDzLveg_G6Ul4TfAwumUHxN2fIMNI/s640/Samuel+%26+Snails_Page_1.jpg" width="456" /></a></div><br />
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Umbrella tree starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">U</span>. <br />
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Growing down through the umbrella tree were some vines that Patient wanted to swing on. Abby was too big to swing on the vines, so she helped Patient swing for a minute then Patient ate her way through the vine so she could get down. <br />
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Vine starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">V</span>. <br />
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Watermelon starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>. <br />
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Xylem starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">X</span>. Abby giggled at the sound of “Xylem.” She said it over and over again. <br />
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Yucca plant starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">Y</span>. But“Yucca sounds like yuck!” Abby said. “That’s so silly!”<br />
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Patient had made it through the entire alphabet except for the letter Z. But, Mr. Burton did not have any zinnias or zucchini in his garden. Patient didn’t know what to do. She could not find a Z plant. <br />
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Zucchini starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">Z</span>. <br />
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Abby picked Patient up out of the bag of zucchini. They couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have found something beginning with each letter of the alphabet. Patient was happy, and Abby giggled again. After that day in Mr. Burton’s yard, Abby could say her ABCs all the way through without stopping because she remembered that Patient had eaten the alphabet. She could remember each thing Patient had eaten. Even the nasty tasting things.<br />
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Nectarine starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">N</span>. <br />
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Onion starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>. <br />
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Pea starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">P</span>, and sounds like it too. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Grandpa Larry</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/07/patient-eats-alphabet-part-one.html">Part One (A to D)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/07/patient-eats-alphabet-part-two.html">Part Two (E to H)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/08/patient-eats-alphabet-part-three.html">Part Three (I to M)</a></div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-86937996178301621502010-08-02T08:10:00.000-07:002010-08-02T08:10:58.004-07:00Patient Eats the Alphabet (part three)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZao68DD72uoYhRV-t4KBs-sLoujhgd9rMimLU9zBP5gZ5wFTT2xYxHhAQtdU3Vp4PkvBohewuqMg8e9VK3Dc_hPICvSkYMsaoXSNw6_RIJFOjtchcEd63fnpfBWqfdMFscKThZn5dbTrx/s1600/Iris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZao68DD72uoYhRV-t4KBs-sLoujhgd9rMimLU9zBP5gZ5wFTT2xYxHhAQtdU3Vp4PkvBohewuqMg8e9VK3Dc_hPICvSkYMsaoXSNw6_RIJFOjtchcEd63fnpfBWqfdMFscKThZn5dbTrx/s320/Iris.jpg" /></a></div>Patient and Abby took their time in the flower patch looking at all of the beautiful flowers. Patient’s favorite flower was a tall pink iris. Patient liked it so much she ate it too. Abby said she wanted to take an iris home to her mommy. It smelled pretty, but Abby didn’t think it would taste very good. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Grandpa Larry</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/07/patient-eats-alphabet-part-one.html">Part One (A to D)</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/07/patient-eats-alphabet-part-two.html">Part Two (E to H)</a></div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-16222462781567065042010-07-31T12:49:00.000-07:002010-07-31T12:49:15.660-07:00Patient Eats the Alphabet (part two)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFi0xE7nfVXYM-yoogoZHdFMCzQecQfty-loLt7LiY-6R3vaOHWez-9bv1Qr2jU7LBW7YLxvOFvOKo5jqZNO8Jjqc9utNy1thkvnFWSLAQjmDpNe-VwVwllQe5FeEVL44AaquUkxWhMKe/s1600/eggplant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXFi0xE7nfVXYM-yoogoZHdFMCzQecQfty-loLt7LiY-6R3vaOHWez-9bv1Qr2jU7LBW7YLxvOFvOKo5jqZNO8Jjqc9utNy1thkvnFWSLAQjmDpNe-VwVwllQe5FeEVL44AaquUkxWhMKe/s200/eggplant.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Patient and Abby explored Mr. Burton’s garden high and low, under bushes and around water spouts, looking for Patient’s next meal. Patient bumped into a big purple eggplant and devoured it quickly. Abby didn’t want any eggplant. She didn’t think it would taste like an omelet, and it didn’t look like anything the Easter Bunny left for her. <br />
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Gooseberry starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">G</span>. “Oh, my stomach,” said Abby. <br />
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Hedge starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">read<a href="http://asnailnamedpatient.blogspot.com/2010/07/patient-eats-alphabet-part-one.html"> part one </a>(A - D)</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-1253801631480671952010-07-30T14:02:00.000-07:002010-07-31T13:24:47.360-07:00Patient Eats the Alphabet (part one)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4CP2A7zbI37BjE9neXY1qCNeoe30z-sB8arfdYmQNsTJ_NG0jUs46vu5yy8Pgd5IpWzot7rhKsFXKg8NgMC_er_d32wFkOtodn221NHmV9-LSHbxqTihm7ArkX93BbKUMojVBhRDWm4f/s1600/Patient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4CP2A7zbI37BjE9neXY1qCNeoe30z-sB8arfdYmQNsTJ_NG0jUs46vu5yy8Pgd5IpWzot7rhKsFXKg8NgMC_er_d32wFkOtodn221NHmV9-LSHbxqTihm7ArkX93BbKUMojVBhRDWm4f/s200/Patient.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCy3YorY5vsW8PDpbqBhZu5nsqpTtvolYAkbwHtoqk35LqklJNKm1d4kQVDrDt_T8uwQ6Kf5jB2ZmKUiJEveGbGtd14STVMOVdDqdkfuuFXw42WFfIm9i0zqoUrnq2LMuhGmh-ITtrBnb/s1600/DSC_2858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCy3YorY5vsW8PDpbqBhZu5nsqpTtvolYAkbwHtoqk35LqklJNKm1d4kQVDrDt_T8uwQ6Kf5jB2ZmKUiJEveGbGtd14STVMOVdDqdkfuuFXw42WFfIm9i0zqoUrnq2LMuhGmh-ITtrBnb/s200/DSC_2858.JPG" width="133" /></a>Patient the snail was small. But, she wanted to grow and she was very smart. She even knew the alphabet. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Patient lived in Mr. Burton’s yard. He had a big vegetable garden, some fruit and ornamental trees, and lots of flowers. Patient told Abby that if they looked hard enough they could find something Patient could eat in Mr. Burton’s yard that started with each letter of the alphabet </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Patient asked Abby if she was from Canada. Abby said “huh?” <br />
“Never mind,” said Patient.<br />
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Banana squash starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">B</span>. <br />
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Cucumber starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">C</span>.<br />
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“See,” said Abby, “I do like some things.“<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52NxgxGWZp86XlkqA1zSHrdKQV6oUt4PgwnPg2jvgWcCLe97epHOUiT-WmDlFoN-CJR7WQgnqGwmHF0uHcB-4-EbBG5HGeZ_4YVI1JXDyIx5H5HmqCJYZKOAOif3zycv0V_7Ee07HznmC/s1600/dandelion-bloom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi52NxgxGWZp86XlkqA1zSHrdKQV6oUt4PgwnPg2jvgWcCLe97epHOUiT-WmDlFoN-CJR7WQgnqGwmHF0uHcB-4-EbBG5HGeZ_4YVI1JXDyIx5H5HmqCJYZKOAOif3zycv0V_7Ee07HznmC/s200/dandelion-bloom.jpg" width="200" /></a>After eating the cucumber, Patient needed a break. She took a nap. Abby took a nap with her. When they awoke they strolled to the other side of the yard and passed several dandelions. Patient ate two. Abby said “No thanks, my dad said those are weeds.” <br />
“Yes they are,” said Patient, “but awfully tasty weeds.”<br />
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Dandelion starts with <span style="font-size: x-large;">D.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">This, and the rest of the coming alphabet, brought to you by Larry Jenkins (aka, Grandpa)</span> </span></div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-54840373564456032112010-07-29T09:02:00.000-07:002010-07-29T09:02:19.311-07:00Patient and the Sun Search<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooYinFAPeXg053lWAsAELTwZEyYoa4MiCR1pYJhtpeHhxSALEs8X9b4Neb-90GL7eigzIoIPyq5Irw0YJaKheasaCE9aDY2q_hc0JEjnTanIFsqtjXTvRBKS9bFPR8ujnvbeyXoB0GJhU/s1600/Patient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooYinFAPeXg053lWAsAELTwZEyYoa4MiCR1pYJhtpeHhxSALEs8X9b4Neb-90GL7eigzIoIPyq5Irw0YJaKheasaCE9aDY2q_hc0JEjnTanIFsqtjXTvRBKS9bFPR8ujnvbeyXoB0GJhU/s200/Patient.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>One morning Patient woke up and felt something important was missing. She couldn’t quite put her one, slightly slimy foot on it. “Is it my antenna?” she asked herself. No, she could feel both antennea on top of her head. “Is it my bed?” No, her bed was just where she had left it last night, underneath her and cozy. Maybe it was her clock. She looked over for her clock and suddenly gasped! The clock was still there, but she could barely see it because it was so dark.<br />
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“The sun!” she squealed. “Where’s the sun?” She jumped out of bed and almost stepped on her one roller-skate, it was so dark. “I must ask the others if they’ve seen the sun…maybe they put it somewhere and forgot about it.” She fumbled to her door, leading with her antennae so she wouldn’t bump into anything surprising.<br />
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“So this must be what it was like for Edward before we built those windows for him,” she said sadly. “And this is what it will be for all of us if we don’t find the sun.”<br />
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She managed to go out the door without hitting herself with them and she only stumbled once or twice going down the front steps, and by the time she got to the Emperor Penguins, she was getting rather good at moving around without the sun. Still, she’d miss the sun; Patient enjoyed a good sunbathing now and then--with snail-appropriate SPF sunscreen, of course.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.treehugger.com/Baby%20Penguin%20for%20Roundup%20photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.treehugger.com/Baby%20Penguin%20for%20Roundup%20photo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>“Penguini! Penguini!” She knocked on his window until he opened it, rubbing his eye sleepily.<br />
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“What is it, Patient?” he said rather crossly. “I was asleep.”<br />
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“How can you sleep at a time like this?” Patient snapped back. “The sun is missing!”<br />
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“Well, that is something!” Penguini exclaimed. “I like the sun an awful lot—it’s so bright and cheerful. I’ll help you find it, Patient.” He ducked behind the curtain and then popped out of the window, fully dressed and tooth-brushed. “Ready!” he said. “I’m sorry I was cross with you, Patient.”<br />
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“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m just glad you’re going to help me look for the sun, though.”<br />
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They looked for the sun everywhere they thought it might hide: in a cave by the river, high in the branches of a cottonwood tree, behind a haystack, but they couldn’t find it anywhere.<br />
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“It’s no use, Patient,” said Penguini. “If the sun were hiding any of these places, it would shine so bright that we’d find it right away.”<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq4ypP0SnYY/SlU8ZzZ8sQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wMhA0kePW10/s1600/Badger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uq4ypP0SnYY/SlU8ZzZ8sQI/AAAAAAAAAWo/wMhA0kePW10/s200/Badger.jpg" width="195" /></a></div>Patient thought maybe he was right, but she couldn’t give up. Suddenly she had an idea. “We couldn’t see the light of the sun if it were under the ground!” she exclaimed. “Let’s go ask Roger and Edward—they live under the ground.”<br />
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They came to Roger’s hole in the group and stomped as hard as they could on the ground. (That’s what you have to do when you don’t have a front door.) When Roger came up, he looked just as grumpy as Penguini had been.<br />
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“What’s this all about?” he asked. “I was peacefully sleeping when…”<br />
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“The sun, the sun, Roger!” they shouted excitedly. “We can’t find the sun anywhere.”<br />
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Roger’s eyes got wide. “Is that why it’s so dark out here?“<br />
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“We thought maybe the sun was underground—can you help us look?”<br />
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“Yes, but I bet Edward and all the ants can help more—I just have one little burrow, but they have whole cities underground where the sun might be.”<br />
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“Edward, Edward!” they cried at his brand-new window.<br />
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“Yes?” he asked, immediately coming to the window.<br />
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They were surprised. “We didn’t wake you up?” asked Patient cautiously. <br />
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“No,” said Edward. “I always wake up before the sun rises.”<br />
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“The sun…rises?” Penguini repeated.<br />
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“Yes, just over those mountains,” and he pointed to where, yes, even now there was something white and<br />
bright and beautiful coming through the canyon.<br />
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“This happens…often?” asked Roger, fiddling his paws.<br />
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“Oh, every morning,” said Edward. “Now what was it that you needed?”<br />
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But no one felt like telling him that they thought the sun had gone missing, so they all quietly walked back to their homes, thinking about how silly they had all been. In fact, by the time Patient got back to her little home, she could see quite well enough to climb up the steps easily, get in the door painlessly, avoid the roller-skate and climb back into bed. As she began to doze off, she looked over to make sure it wasn’t her clock that was missing, after all. It wasn’t missing, but it displayed a shockingly small number. <br />
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“How funny,” she thought just before falling asleep. “I wonder if everyone else’s clock is broken, too. I must ask them in the morning.”<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Story by Mary Hedengren </div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-59487656630563811682010-07-28T09:30:00.000-07:002010-07-28T09:31:23.434-07:00Patient and the Pink Cupcake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooYinFAPeXg053lWAsAELTwZEyYoa4MiCR1pYJhtpeHhxSALEs8X9b4Neb-90GL7eigzIoIPyq5Irw0YJaKheasaCE9aDY2q_hc0JEjnTanIFsqtjXTvRBKS9bFPR8ujnvbeyXoB0GJhU/s1600/Patient.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooYinFAPeXg053lWAsAELTwZEyYoa4MiCR1pYJhtpeHhxSALEs8X9b4Neb-90GL7eigzIoIPyq5Irw0YJaKheasaCE9aDY2q_hc0JEjnTanIFsqtjXTvRBKS9bFPR8ujnvbeyXoB0GJhU/s320/Patient.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Patient likes to wake up as soon as the sun peaks over the morning hill. Zip-zip-zoom! She starts her engine and zips around the room, getting dressed and racing outside to meet the glorious day. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>I wonder what adventures I’ll have today! </i> She thought as she dashed out the door without her jacket. When she got outside into the fresh morning air, she saw a beautiful pink glow off in the distance. Patient loved anything pink. <i>What could it be? It’s beautiful! </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">She zip-zip-zoomed toward the pink light, and when she got closer, she saw a sparkling sign over a window. “Tink’s Pink Bakery,” she said, reading the sign out loud. <i>Wow. </i>She zoomed up to the window, where she found a perfectly snail-shaped opening. This must mean I can go in! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The smell of vanilla and cinnamon-spice filled the air. Every shelf on every wall was stacked with purple cakes, red licorice, yellow-frosted sugar cookies, and gingerbread men in formal frosting-wear. But all of that paled when Patient finally saw where the pink glow was coming from.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/488058601_dd79dd8f9c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/221/488058601_dd79dd8f9c.jpg" width="301" /></a>It was there, on a table in the center of the room – a pink cupcake, with cherry blossom frosting and pink sugaring dust. Patient couldn’t take her eyes away. She inched closer, she could smell the sweet frosting. If only she could just taste the tiniest crumb! <i>I’ll just get a little bit closer,</i> she thought, when she saw a note tucked gently next to the cupcake. <i>It has my name on it! What could it say?</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Dear Patient,</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>This cupcake was made especially for you. You are a lovely little snail.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Love, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Tink the Baker</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Patient carefully folded the note into her pocket, and with a zip-zip-zip -zoom, she dove headfirst in to the pink butter cream frosting. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b>The End</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Story by Kristen Eliason<b> </b></div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-61987007546689101982010-07-27T11:59:00.000-07:002010-07-27T11:59:54.146-07:00Patient's Busy DayWhen Patient the Snail woke up one summer morning, she could tell it was going to be a wonderful day. How did she know? First, the breeze felt misty, so she knew it had rained during the night. Patient loved the rain! Second, the light around her was warm and cloudy. Patient loved to be outside when the sun was not too bright. Third, and best of all, Patient knew that rainy days were a great time to visit her friend, Izzy the Inchworm, because Izzy also loved to come out after it rained!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.easycaregardening.org.au/ecgsponsors/ecgsponsorsimages/daisy2_preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.easycaregardening.org.au/ecgsponsors/ecgsponsorsimages/daisy2_preview.jpg" width="212" /></a></div>Patient uncurled and stretched. She thought about her big plan for the day. Far in the distance, at the very edge of the yard where she lived, Patient could see the top of a daisy bobbing above the grass. The daisy would make a yummy snack. After snack, she could go all the way to the big stone in the corner of the yard, and visit Izzy. There was always a puddle by the stone after it rained, and Izzy and Patient loved to play in it together. After that, it would be time to think about supper and bed. What a good plan! <br />
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Patient started on her way. The dirt was nice and wet, which made it easy for her to slip along the path. Patient was so happy, she made up a ‘rainy day’ song to hum as she went. <br />
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“Patient, Patient!”<br />
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She stopped, surprised. <br />
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“Patient, is that you?” a voice called from over a hedge of grass. <br />
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“Oh, I’m so glad to find you!” Edward smiled. His antennae kept twitching the whole time he talked, and his legs did a little dance. Edward liked to keep moving, even when he was standing still. “Can you come with me to the Colony? We need your help!” <br />
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Patient thought a minute. The Colony where Edward lived was a whole fallen tree branch past the daisy. If she went with him, she might be gone for a long time. Then she thought about Izzy, and her big plan for the day. Edward danced around her, and back again, while he waited for an answer.<br />
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“Of course I will help you, if I can,” answered Patient at last.<br />
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“Thank you, thank you!” said Edward. “I knew you would come!”<br />
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So they started on their way. Edward could move a lot faster than Patient, but that didn’t bother either of them. He would run ahead, and then run back to tell Patient everything he saw on the path. Each time he returned, he told Patient a little more about the problem at the Colony. <br />
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Edward began by explaining about the Big Meeting at the Colony, where the ants decided they were tired of living in the dark, and wanted to build a house above ground instead. Then Edward ran ahead. While he was gone, Patient looked up at the soft clouds, and hummed her rainy day song to herself.<br />
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Edward dashed back. “There’s a mulberry just past this curve. We’ll have to go around it. So, the whole Colony has been working on our new house. This morning it was finished, and we all moved in.” <br />
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“How exciting!” Patient said. She was very curious about what happened next, but Edward had already raced away. <br />
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When he returned, he said, “We’re almost at the daisy. Would you like to stop and rest now?”<br />
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That sounded wonderful to Patient, who was very hungry. She ate two whole petals and a leaf! Then, off they went again. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.halfpintslearningcenter.com/images/ladybug.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.halfpintslearningcenter.com/images/ladybug.gif" width="200" /></a></div>Edward ran ahead, and saw two roly-poly’s and a ladybug on the path. He started to chat with them, and forgot about Patient for a long time. That’s ok, she thought to herself while she made her way carefully around the fallen branch, I will find out the rest of the story when Edward comes back. She was very good at being patient! <br />
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Patient stopped to say good afternoon to a blue butterfly, who was in too much of a hurry to answer, and flew away. When Patient finally caught up with Edward, the ladybug was just flying away home. They could hear shouts and calls coming from ahead. <br />
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“Oh my goodness,” said Edward. “We’re already here, and I still didn’t tell you our problem! Well, now you’ll see for yourself.”<br />
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Together, they went into the clearing. Patient could see a gray mound with tall, smooth walls. Coming in and out of a small door was a line of ants, each of them holding the top of an acorn shell. Whenever the sun broke through the clouds for a moment, the ants would lift their acorns to the sun, and then hurry back into the house again.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.cap.nsw.edu.au/bb_site_intro/stage1_Modules/WWS-stage1/images/sun.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="http://www.cap.nsw.edu.au/bb_site_intro/stage1_Modules/WWS-stage1/images/sun.gif" width="200" /></a></div>“What a beautiful building!” Patient said. “But Edward, what is everyone doing?”<br />
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Edward sighed. “It is a beautiful house.” He looked up again at those gray walls. “But we wanted to move above ground so we could have light where we live, and everything inside is still dark!” Edward looked sadly at Patient. “We are trying to catch the light outside and bring it in, but it’s still dark in our house all the time.”<br />
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“That is a problem,” Patient agreed. She looked for a long time at the ants’ new home, at the long line of workers rushing back and forth, and at their acorn shells lifted to the sky. “Edward,” she said at last, “I think your new home is not done yet.”<br />
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“What do you mean?” Edward looked puzzled. “It has everything our old anthill had, except it’s on top of the ground, not under.”<br />
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“Exactly!” Patient smiled. “And homes on top of the ground need windows!” <br />
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“What are windows?” asked Edward.<br />
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“Windows are holes that you cut into walls to let the light come in,” Patient explained.<br />
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Edward’s eyes brightened. His antennae wiggled all around. “What a great idea!” he exclaimed. “Patient, you are a very smart snail!”<br />
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Edward told the ants all about windows, and when they opened the first one in their new house, everyone cheered and threw acorn tops into the air to celebrate. Patient’s idea had worked! Then all the ants threw a real house-warming party, and Patient was the guest of honor. They gave her a sweet clover flower to eat, which was one of her favorite treats.<br />
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All three friends were surprised to see each other, and they played in the puddle together for a long time. At last, it really was almost time for bed. Izzy said goodnight, and started inching sleepily to her hole. Edward yawned, and started walking back to his new home with beautiful windows to look out of at night. <br />
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“Oh,” said Patient. “Well that’s ok, I’ll help you find your way home.”<br />
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“Ok, sure,” said Penguini. “But we have to hold hands if we’re crossing the street.”<br />
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“Of course we do!” exclaimed Patient. <br />
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Patient and Penguini walked together, hand in hand, past one house, past two houses, past three houses, past four houses, past five houses, and finally at the sixth house they stopped. “Does this look like your house?” asked Patient. All of a sudden Penguini’s eyes lit up – he recognized it!<br />
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“Why yes, yes that’s my house!” Penguini said with joy. “This is my house where my mom, and dad, and sister, and brother live! Thank you Patient, you found my home!” <br />
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“I’m happy to have helped,” said Patient. The snail and the penguin hugged, and Penguini went into his house, safe and sound. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">One</span></span> big birthday cake, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">two</span></span> pink balloons, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">three</span></span> yummy lollipops, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">four </span></span>silver whistles, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">five </span><span style="font-size: small;">pieces of candy,</span> <span style="color: magenta;">six </span></span>pink ribbons, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">seven </span></span>magic wands, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">eight </span></span>salty peanuts, <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">nine </span></span>shining stars, and <span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;">ten</span></span> party hats for everyone to wear. <br />
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does she have her name on her round little tummy?<br />
I will bet a cute little girl named Abby<br />
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So sweet Abby girl, do you have any other names<br />
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I bet you can think up some names for a lot more<br />
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I think when you smile and play your game<br />
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Patient, the Snail, is only the start<br />
a sweet girl like you--being so smart<br />
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Get better soon sweet little Abby girl--<br />
Love, Marianne Lawrence (my little granddaughter is named Abbey too)editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-21382034332493286812010-07-21T14:36:00.000-07:002010-07-21T14:36:05.627-07:00Patient on a Monday<b>Patient the Snail</b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Story and Illustrations by Garrett Clemens</b></div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-46538930965868141002010-07-21T12:52:00.000-07:002010-07-21T12:52:37.197-07:00Patient and the Strawberry PatchPatient woke up on a ridiculously hot summer afternoon. She climbed out of her hole and blinked into the sun. She had slept in again, which was usual in the summer but she would have to get up very early when school started back up again. She did the regular morning routine of polishing her shell and cleaning her feet off from yesterday. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Claire Jenkins</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-5108546062713721972010-07-20T08:12:00.000-07:002010-07-20T08:12:05.860-07:00Patient the Snail Sees AustraliaDid you know there was a place far away down under called Australia? There is and it has magical animals that aren’t found anywhere else, but there are also beautiful snails, including a snail named Patient. A snail with a beautiful pink shell to be exact!<br />
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Soon Abby's mommy called her in for lunch. Carefully, she placed Patient back in the garden under the shady leaf. Their adventure was over for the day. Patient had seen and done things she had never done before! Most of all, she had found a new friend. Being patient was wonderful. Patient would wait for tomorrow. More tasty strawberries. And, perhaps, Abby would come again.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Stephanie Ransom </div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-10908219230361907592010-07-18T22:43:00.000-07:002010-07-18T22:43:30.674-07:00Patient's AdventuresPatient the snail was bored one sunny afternoon. She wanted to have a grand adventure that day, doing something she had never done before. As she was brainstorming ideas, thoughts flooded her mind of activities in which she had recently participated. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/64/Cebus_albifrons_edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/64/Cebus_albifrons_edit.jpg" width="150" /></a></div>Patient thought about the time she went to the zoo with her grandma. She saw all of the animals, but went back to the monkey exhibit three times. She thought that the monkeys were funny when they jumped from limb to limb and ate grapes and pieces of apple. She remembered having the best snow cone she had ever had at the Greenfield County Zoo. It was just grandma and Patient that day, and it was wonderful!<br />
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More memories flooded Patients mind. She remembered when her mommy and daddy gave her a scooter on her fifth birthday. That day she got to blow out 5 birthday candles and then eat strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting along with her baby sister. They both got a little messy, but that was okay. They laughed at each other as they noticed the frosting all over each other’s faces!<br />
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After finishing her cake, Patient tried out her new scooter on the driveway. Mommy took pictures while daddy and sister clapped at her new talent. It was a good day to remember.<br />
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As Patient thought of all the good times she had had, she felt happy. Patient was ready for more good times with family and friends. <br />
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Then Patient heard mommy calling her to dinner and decided that she had had a grand adventure in recalling the memories of what she had already done.<br />
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Patient climbed into the bathtub that evening and was happy to realize that she had a mommy, daddy and sister who loved her.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">story by Janette Thompson</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-71816841657991899472010-07-16T08:09:00.000-07:002010-07-16T08:12:27.802-07:00SpaceSnail (part two)<div><i style="color: magenta;">When we last left Patient, she was hurtling through space, unaware that Stanley Beebee the Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish was hurtling right behind her. . . </i></div><div><br />
WEEK FOUR</div><div></div><div><br />
The good thing about space though is how big it is. Stanley Beebee the Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish might be coming quickly right at Patient while she's looking the wrong way, but he won't be here till next week. So for now Patient is fine, cleaning her tiny spaceship and looking out the window and making up a song to sing to her spacegrandmother:</div><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div>Hey, Spacegramma! </div><div>How are you?</div><div>You're not the kinda gramma</div><div>That lives in a shoe.</div><div><div></div></div></blockquote><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div><div>Hey, Spacegramma! </div><div>I'm doin' good.</div><div>I've been riding in my spaceship</div><div>To bring you this food.</div><div><div></div></div></div></blockquote><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div><div><div>Hey, Spacegramma! </div><div>(spacedog too)</div><div>Let's bust out the blender</div><div>and whip up some green goo. </div><div></div></div></div></blockquote><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div><div><div>Hey, Spacegramma! </div><div><div>How's my song?</div><div>I had to make it up because</div><div>my journey was so long!</div></div></div></div></blockquote><div>Meanwhile, Stanley Beebee the Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish was running into problems. Every few minutes he was hitting big dollops of snail slime. And while snail slime is pretty delicious, it kept hitting Stanley in the eye and in the ear and in the nose and everywhere but his mouth and making it hard to see or hear or smell and his face was turning into a big slimy mess and he was having a hard time going in the right direction and once he even bumbed into a sun and burned all the hair off his face and, well, he's having a pretty miserable time.</div><div></div><div>But he just kept reminding himself that if he kept going he would get to eat a little girl and some spacespeghetti and happy thought would make his nose water with pleasure --- dropping big greenishpurple snottleys that made it easier to smell --- and make his eyes blink in joy clearing the slime from them and making it easier to see where he was going and made his ears fall off in excitement.</div><div></div><div><br />
(This was okay for Stanley because he, like all Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes, carried a big bag of extra ears stuffed down the back of his pants.)</div><div></div><div><br />
And on he swam.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />
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WEEK FIVE</div><div></div><div>On the second day of Week Five, Patient's tiny spaceship hit a tiny rock that moved the ship a not-so-tiny bit and so Patient had to turn it around and head backwards a little bit so she could keep going the right way. Which was good because for a little while her one window was facing the opposite direction and Eyestalk Number Four saw a big slimy monster coming at them. Eyestalk Number Two wanted to see this so it bumped Eyestalk Number Four out of the way and noticed that the monster was dripping big purplishgreen snottleys out its nose. Eyestalk Number Three wanted a look and noticed that the monster's teeth were changing, as Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes do when they're about to eat, from six spacemeters long to sixteen-point-four spacemeters long. Then Eyestalk Number One noticed the rapidly blinking eyes and the clawy claws and the swimming and the big bag of extra ears stuffed down the back of the monster's pants and that's when Patient said,</div><div></div><div><br />
"EEP! A Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish!"</div><div></div><div><br />
So she grabbed the steering wheel and spun around and ran off but the Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish was faster and was catching up and so Patient knew she needed a better plan, so she turned her tiny spaceship around and started driving RIGHT AT THE BIG BAD WOLFMONKEYFISH!</div><div></div><div><br />
This surprised Stanley and he stopped swimming for a second to look at the tiny spaceship that was just about to catch up to him. He was so suprised, that he closed his mouth, which is what all Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes do when they are extra surprsed. And because his mouth was closed he couldn't eat Patient's spaceship and instead she ran right into one of his eyeballs and bounced off.</div><div></div><div>Stanley was so surprised that he closed his mouth so hard that all his teeth broke off which is what Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes do when they are extra <i>extra</i> surprised.</div><div></div><div><br />
Then Patient, looking out the window with Eyestalk Number One, whose turn it now was, turned her tiny spaceship around and this time ran it into the monster's big bag of extra ears which surprised the monsters so much that he closed his mouth so tight that his entire head squished into his lips which is what Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes do when they are extra extra <i>extra</i> surprised.</div><div></div><div><br />
Then Patient remembered that she had brought her favorite book with her on the trip, <i>Spacemonsters of Space and How to Handle Them</i> and she opened it to the page on Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes and read that their favorite foods are little girls and spacespaghetti and so Patient decided to jettison her spacegrandmother's spacespaghetti at the monster and then run away while it was eating.</div><div></div><div><br />
So she shot the spacespeghetti at Stanley and it hit the lips of his flattened head and even though he was now extra <i>extra</i> EXTRA surprised, his head popped back into its normal shape and he ate the spacespaghetti (which was the best he'd ever had) and he rolled over and took a nap for twenty years (which is what Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes do when they have a good meal, which is why there are always so many Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfishes rolling around in the sky over the universe's best spacespaghetti restaurant in the Marinara Nebula.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br />
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Back on course and driving her tiny spaceship as fast as it would go and letting her eyestalks take turns looking out the window, Patient finally arrived at her spacegrandmother's house. She crawled out of her spaceship and stretched and yawned and cried a little bit because she was SO SORE from being STUCK in her TINY SPACESHIP for SIX WEEKS but she was also super happy and laughed and giggled and gave her grandmother the basket of food and told her that now, instead of plain old boring old spinach shakes she could make spinachspaceraisincakes shakes and spinachspacecelery shakes and spinachspacepeanutbutter shakes and spinachspacecupcakeshakes and especially spinachspacelemonade shakes.</div><div></div><div><br />
But no spinachspacespaghetti shakes. Not this year.</div><blockquote dir="ltr" style="margin-right: 0px;"><div><div><div>Hey, Spacegramma! </div><div>How 'bout this?</div><div>I fed your spacespaghetti</div><div>to a Big Bad Wolfmonkeyfish!</div></div></div></blockquote><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">this adventure brought to you by Theric Jepson </div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9145829502592474204.post-77828914299356105282010-07-15T06:20:00.000-07:002010-07-15T06:20:14.599-07:00SpaceSnail (part one)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.clipproject.info/Cliparts_Free/Weltraum_Free/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-13.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.clipproject.info/Cliparts_Free/Weltraum_Free/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-13.gif" /></a></div>Patient is stuck on a spaceship. Well, maybe 'stuck' makes it sound like she doesn't want to be on the spaceship. She wants to be on the spaceship, but spaceships are very uncomfortable. Have you ever been on a spaceship? So. Tiny. So tiny that Patient can only use one of her eyestalks at a time. So tiny that she has to clean up her slime and jettison it into space every five minutes. So tiny that she can't ever stretch out and yawn.<br />
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But Patient is happy because she is going to see her spacegrandmother. Spacegrandmothers are a lot like regular grandmothers except they eat nothing but spinach shakes and they make you feed their spacepuppies. Which sounds cute and fun and nice, and maybe it is, but spacepuppies are very messy eaters and spacegrandmothers make you clean up their spacepuppies' messes which can be as big as seventeen spacebanana farms.<br />
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Patient's spacegrandmother lives a long long ways away and so Patient is going to be stuck on her tiny spaceship where for six weeks.<br />
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Six weeks is a <span style="color: #666666;"><span style="color: black;">very <i>very </i><b>very</b></span><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: large;">very </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">very </span>long time.<br />
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Patient's tiny space ship has one tiny window with just enough space for one eyestalk to look through it at a time. But Patient has four eyestalks. One window for four eyestalks means three eyestalks are stuck being not stretched out and not looking ALL THE TIME.<br />
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So Patient lets Eyestalk Number One look out the window then Eyestalk Number Two gets to look out the window then Eyestalk Number Three then Eyestalk Number Four then Eyestalk Number One then Eyestalk Number Twot hen Eyestalk Number Three then Eyestalk Number Four then Eyestalk Number One again.<br />
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One reason Patient has to be so careful to keep her spaceship clean and to jettison her extra slime every five minutes is because she doesn't want to mess up the food in her basket.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lizrosenbaumfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/spinach-shake-225x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.lizrosenbaumfitness.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/spinach-shake-225x300.jpg" /></a>Patient always brings food to her spacegrandmother. This time she's bringing all the favorites: Spaceraisincakes and spacecelery and spacepeanutbutter. She's bringing spacecupcakes and spacespaghetti. And, best of all, she is bringing a big pitcher filled with spacelemonade.<br />
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Of course, since spacegrandmothers only drink spinach shakes, she'll just be throwing these presents into the blender, but what spacegrandmother wouldn't enjoy a spinachspaceraisincakes shake? Or a spinachspacecelery shake? Spacegrandmothers love spinachspacepeanutbutter shakes and spinachspacecupcakeshakes and spinachspacespaghettishakes! And, most of all, they really really love spinachspacelemonade shakes.<br />
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And so, even though she can hardly move in her tiny tiny spaceship, Patient is very very careful to keep the basket clean and her spaceship clean. Because she loves her spacegrandmother. And spinachspacelemonade shakes.<br />
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If you know anything about stories, then you must know that if you have a story about a little girl --- even if she's a snail --- with a basket of food for her grandmother --- even if it's a spacegrandmother --- then you must know that the story will have a Big Bad Wolf --- or a Big Bad Spacewolfmonkeyfish.<br />
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Big Bad Spacewolfmonkeyfishes are big and bad and they live in space and they like to eat little girls like a wolf and make loud noises like a monkey and open their mouths into giant Os like a fish.<br />
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This story's Big Bad Spacewolfmonkeyfish is named Stanley Beebee and he is the biggest and baddest space-living, little girl-eating, loud noise-making, O-mouthed monster in the whole universe. And, to make things worse, his other favorite food (besides little girls) is spacespaghetti.<br />
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<a href="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/s/spaghetti_and_meatballs-849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="155" src="http://images.free-extras.com/pics/s/spaghetti_and_meatballs-849.jpg" width="200" /></a>Stanley was swimming through space with nothing to eat but asteroids and trace amounts of hydrogen when he smelled something delicious. Something delectable. Something scruptuous and lucious and tastifying.<br />
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Spacespaghetti.<br />
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With a hint of little girl.<br />
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And, meanwhile, Patient is cleaning her tiny spaceship while Eyestalk Number Two looks out the window, in the opposite direction of Stanley Beebee the Big Bad Spacemonkeywolfish who is coming, howling, right at her.<br />
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<b>(to be continued. . .)</b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> story by Theric Jepson</div>editorgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07663037069842805377noreply@blogger.com1