Gidget, Pebbles and Nicki are three beautiful female Yorkshire Terriers. People often call them Yorkies for short.
Gidget is our first Yorkie; we got her when she was only eight weeks old! Gidget is very sweet and gentle. She has a great personality, and she loves everyone. She especially loves children. She is beautiful and smart. We love her so much. Gidget is very playful; she loves to play with our shoes! I can't believe it but she even smiles! Gidget's mother, Ginger, smiles too and she also has a sweet personality! Gidget brings so much joy to our family. We decided we want another Yorkie!
My friend, Lisa, has a male Yorkie that is the smallest and cutest male Yorkie I have ever seen! His name is Tommy. We let Gidget and Tommy meet. Gidget and Tommy fall madly in love with each other. Gidget becomes pregnant but she isn't showing very much. Everyone that comes over to my house says they don't think that Gidget is even pregnant. I know that she is pregnant. I can feel the puppies moving around in her stomach. She is having morning sickness too. She isn't eating very much this week so I know she doesn't feel well. A couple of months pass. Gidget still doesn't look like she is pregnant and she is full term! I put my hand on her stomach and I can really feel the puppies moving around a lot now. I am watching Gidget closely, and waiting for the puppies to be born. I am very excited and I can't wait for her to have her puppies. I don't know what to expect; I have never been around an animal that was pregnant. This is all new to me. Sixty-four days have passed; it is time for Gidget to have her puppies!
I am home alone and I think Gidget is in labor! I ask other people what to expect and what to look for when she is in labor. They tell me that she will start acting strange and probably go hide somewhere. They say that she will start panting once her labor pains become stronger, and it is close to the time she will have her puppies. They also tell me that she may cry a little bit. They also say that she will probably roll over on her side.
Gidget starts acting strange. She runs into my son's room and disappears. I search for her in there. I find her behind all of his teddy bears! I take her to the area that I have prepared for her to have her puppies. I give her a little yellow duck toy that is her favorite. She puts the toy in her mouth and starts biting down on it. I think she is having labor pains! I start petting her and trying to keep her calm. She drops the toy out of her mouth and starts panting. Then she picks up the toy again and starts biting down on it. I keep watching and waiting for her to have her puppies! She cries a little bit off and on. I feel so bad for her. Hours go by and she hasn't had any puppies. Uh oh! I know something must be wrong. She should have had at least one puppy by now.
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It is my first day at my new home in the country. I was a city kitty, but now I am a country kitty. My name is Callie, and I am a white Calico kitty. Calico means that my fur is spotted. I just love my new home. Everything is so different from where I used to live. There is so much land to run around and explore. I live in the small country town of Trenton, Texas. Years ago, it was known as "Wild Cat Thicket" because there were so many mountain lions and bobcats in this area.
The first thing I did was go exploring. Wow, what an adventure it was too. I looked across the field and saw a big black MONSTER! Further down the pasture were two more big brown monsters. They scared me, and I started growling at them. I didn't know what they were. I have never seen creatures like that. I asked my mommy what they were. She said, "It's okay Callie, those are just horses. They won't hurt you." I just stared at them and studied them for awhile. Then I noticed another brown monster on the other side of our land. It snorted at me!
I heard so many strange and unusual noises all around me. I wasn't sure what all these sounds were. I have never heard any of these sounds before. I asked, "What in the world is that loud noise?" My mommy stated, "Those are roosters." Then I heard another strange, yet different sound. I said, "Now what is that noise?" She replied, "Guineas." [Bahhhhh, Bahhhhh] Then I heard what sounded like a baby crying in the field across from us, but I couldn't see a baby anywhere. She said that noise was a goat. She said there was a goat farm across the field from us, and there are herds of goats.
I listened close to loud buzzing and chattering coming from all the trees around us. She said those are locusts, katydids and tree frogs. She said I would get used to them.
All of a sudden, this giant black horse came running across the back porch and came right up to me. Boy, it really scared me. I asked, "Are you a horse?" He said, "No, I'm not a horse, silly. I'm a dog." Callie remarked, "A dog? I have never seen a dog as big as you before." He stated proudly, "My name is Peanut. Yep, I am BIG, BLACK and BAD to the bone. I weigh almost 100 pounds! I am part bloodhound and part Labrador Retriever. I'm not just any old dog you know, I am a guard dog. I have a very keen sense of smell. I can smell something coming this way for miles, way before you can even see it. I can also track scents. I am very talented, and I do tricks too. Just wait until you hear me bark. I have a ferocious bark. You don't have to be scared of me. I am your new big brother. I will protect you from the coyotes and other animals that come around here. I will never hurt you, but there is one thing I must warn you about. Never try to eat my food. If you ever do then I will get VERY MAD at you, so don't ever try it." I said, "Okay, okay. I promise." Peanut sniffed me, and we became friends right away.
When an attempted hijacking rattles a sleepy California coastal town, teenage detectives Dalton Fraser and Maddy Kane spring into action. With the help of a super-smart dog and a trained U.S. Navy dolphin, the teens investigate mysterious clues that lead them to uncover a smuggling ring. After their story is declared unbelievable by the small-town sheriff, Dalton and Maddy form a daring plan to catch Nico, the notorious ringleader, and lead the sheriff to his arrest. But the plan backfires and the young teens find themselves in more trouble than they bargained for, and Nico doesn’t want witnesses!
Nyrah sat up in her bed. She stared out the window and watched the sun play hide and seek. In and out it went, between the clouds, as it rose. She sat with her tiny chin cupped in her hands. Her bony elbows dug into the top of her tiny legs.
Today was the first day of first-grade. Nyrah wasn’t too worried. She knew many of her kindergarten classmates would be in her first-grade class. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by her mother calling her name.
“Nyrah! It’s time to get up.”
“I’m up, Mama,” yelled Nyrah.
She had a unique imagination. She tried to make out the different shapes the clouds formed. She thought one of the clouds looked like a city. “I’m going to name it Cloudville,” Nyrah said to herself. Immediately, she realized she had not gotten dressed. Her clothes were lying on the chair next to her bed. She had put them all together the night before, after she took a bath. She and her family had gone shopping for school clothes, supplies, and backpacks the week before, like they loved to do every year. The only thing left to do was eat, brush her teeth, and get dressed. Her hair had already been braided and hung to her shoulders with multicolored beads. Nyrah realized she wanted to be the first one in the bathroom and raced down the hallway, but her brother and sisters were already downstairs eating breakfast. She had spent too much time daydreaming, and watching the clouds play hide and seek in Cloudville, so she quickly finished what she needed to do. Afterward, she jumped down the stairs, two steps at a time, and made her way to the kitchen.
“Hurry, my little sugar cubes,” her mama said wittingly. That was her pet name for the kids. “The bus will be here soon,” she reminded them. Nyrah sat down and managed to eat a few bites of cereal and strawberry toast, and drink a glass of orange juice. She heard the sound of the bus from a distance. She, along with her brother and sisters, raced upstairs, grabbed their backpacks, and ran to the bus stop just in time to see it barreling down the road.
Suddenly, a girl who looked about six-years older than Nyrah, darted across the street and jumped in front of her big sister Rayne. Nyrah frowned but didn’t say anything. The girl was new in the neighborhood. She had moved in over the summer, and the kids never saw her until now. Nyrah wanted to know who she was. She tapped her on the shoulder, and politely asked, “What’s your name?”
”Puddin’ Tane,” the girl responded smartly. “Ask me again and I’ll tell you the same!” She stuck her tongue out and laughed. Rayne spoke up. “That’s not your name!”
“Yes it is!” the new girl shouted.
By that time, the bus had gotten to where they were, and was coming to a screeching halt. The new girl’s backpack was on the ground. Nyrah picked it up for her, but the new girl snatched it and put it on her back. Her name tag was dangling from the strap. “Brooklyn!” Nyrah said out loud. Brooklyn whirled around. “That’s Brook!” she demanded. Brook stormed up the steps and ran to the back of the bus.
Mama and Dad, you used to be nice.
Now you’re not and I’m paying the price.
Mama and Dad, you used to live together.
Now you don’t. You’ve left each other forever.
Life is so hard, now that I have to choose.
If I choose your house Dad, will Mama lose?
It’s never easy when a kid has to pick.
If I choose your house Mama, will Dad’s heart be sick?
Think about me and how I feel.
Divorce is not pretend. It’s for real.
Can’t you get along and once more be friends?
Can’t you love each other again the way God intends?
This is the text of the first story called 'Molly the Mole'. This is a picture book and the text on its own is not having the same impact.
Do you like cats? Yes? I am glad because I am a black cat with a white top hat. My name is Oliver. I am very elegant and have the shiniest coat in the world. I brush my fur every morning and always keep my nails trimmed! Of course, my hat is really refined, too, which is another word for elegant.
Whenever you put on your new clothes, you can announce to everybody, "I am refined!" They will think you are an elegant person. Well, enough of all that talk about me, although I can never talk too much about myself. I really do think I am a cool cat. Do you think this is wrong? You are probably right, but I can't help it.
My best friend’s name is Jumpy. You guessed it! She likes to jump a lot because she is a kangaroo! She is a great girl and lets me ride in her pouch! I get in, and Jumpy jumps away and away!! That’s a lot of fun. I bet you would like to ride in her pouch, too, wouldn't you? You are probably a bit too big though. I am quite small, so it is OK. I love it, but after a while I need to rest. All that up and down makes me dizzy. It's like being on a roller coaster.
One day I was in Jumpy's pouch, happily hopping through the fields. It was a very sunny day, and I wore my white hat and funky sunglasses. The sun is beautiful, but too much of it burns your skin! My fur coat protects me though.
We were hopping across the fields, when Jumpy stopped suddenly. It was so unexpected that I fell out of her pouch, and bounced down on the ground.
Amazingly, I fell very softly, but that softness screamed loudly! I had fallen on a mole.
Moles are creatures that live in the ground and love to dig tunnels. They are much smaller than cats. Sometimes, they come out of their holes. Moles are blind because they do not need eyes below ground. That’s why she didn’t notice Jumpy coming. Jumpy only saw her at the last second and had to make an emergency stop. I was saved, but the mole appeared quite unhappy about the disturbance.
After I stopped turning around and around, because I was still dizzy from the jumping, I apologized to Molly the mole. She recovered quickly and was not really hurt. Then she even became friendly with us. "I have just made lunch," she said. "Why don't you join me? I have the tastiest worms and bugs. Would you like some?"
You see, that’s what moles eat. A kangaroo prefers grass. I find the occasional bug quite tasty, but I don't fancy slimy rainworms. Jumpy made an excuse not to accept the offer. "Thank you very much, but we are watching our diet!"
Molly was not unhappy, though, since she could now eat everything herself. "Come and visit me again but without any accidents next time! I think you are a very elegant cat and a very jumpy kangaroo. I like you guys. Of course, I am a lady myself and eat only the best bugs!"
Kahuna is a great magician who lives on a beautiful island in Hawaii. Kahuna means "a secret" in Hawaiian. He performs magic shows every night for the local Hawaiians and the visiting tourists. He has a huge secret that he is keeping from everyone. He is not only a magician; he really does have magical powers. That is why his magic shows are so incredible. They look so real, because they are real!
He paints his face, chest, and legs with black and red stripes before every magic show. He can breathe fire and twirl circles of fire without getting burned! He performs an amazing fire dance with two fiery batons. He can swallow a sword without getting cut! He can make himself invisible and also float high up into the air. A white tiger will suddenly appear on the stage out of nowhere! Then he will make an elephant appear and disappear! He always has a huge two-headed snake that he uses in his magic act. He taps the snake on its head with his magic wand and says, "Abracadabra!" POOF! The snake will crawl out of a huge puff of white smoke, and then one of the heads will disappear. Kahuna also stands on the stage in front of everyone. Then he waves his hands up into the air. POOF! A huge puff of white smoke appears, and he disappears! Suddenly, he is standing in the back of the crowd. He brings a white kitten out on the stage. He taps the kitten on its head with his magic wand and says, "Hocus Pocus!" POOF! A huge puff of white smoke appears, and the kitten turns into a huge white lion! He folds up a white handkerchief and places it in his hand. He closes his hand and throws his hand into the air. A white dove comes flying out of his hand! Then he pulls a white bunny out of his black magician's hat!
One of his magic tricks that he often performs is called "Fists of Fire." He puts his fists into a burning fire and opens up his hands. The flames do not burn him! He shows his hands to the crowd after he pulls them out of the fire. Everyone is always very shocked!
He uses fire a lot in his shows. Another show he always performs that stuns the crowd is when he sets himself on fire! He wraps himself in cloths and sets the cloths on fire. Then he runs down the street past the crowd, and someone sprays him with foam to put the fire out. He calls this show "Man on Fire."
Another magic trick that he performs is called "Fire Walker." He walks on a bed of hot coals. Then he shows the bottom of his feet to the crowd. There are no burns!
Kahuna performs another magic trick; he walks on a bed of sharp pointed nails. Then he shows the bottom of his feet to the crowd. There are no wounds! This magic trick is called "Bed of Nails."
When people leave his magic show, he shocks them every single time. They hate when his show ends, and they want to see more of his magic. He always hears someone say, "How did he do that?" The children always say, "Wow!" In his mind he always laughs because he is the only one that knows that it is real magic. He always stays after his shows end to sign autographs for people in the crowd. People love him, and he is very famous.
When Kahuna was twenty years old, a huge bolt of lightning struck him on his head during a severe thunderstorm in Hawaii. Someone saw it happen, and they called for help right away. An ambulance came and rushed him to the hospital. The doctors were all amazed that he survived such a bad electrical shock to his body. He had severe burns all over the bottom of his feet, and all of the hair on his head was burned off! His head was black, and he was completely bald! The doctors told him that it was a true miracle that he lived. His brown eyes turned black! His voice changed and became very deep. When his hair grew back in, it was solid white! He never cut his hair again. His hair became very long, and it was still very white. He grew a long white beard and moustache. He never cut his beard or moustache either. His beard and moustache grew and grew. Many people thought he looked just like Merlin The Magician.
Charlotte brushed her shoulder-length, golden blonde hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear while the sea breeze tried to blow it back. Her heart leapt at the sight of a ship out at sea as it rolled in the swell of the rising tide. Could it be a pirate ship? Why hadn’t she been more vigilant? If they came ashore there would be little chance of escape.
She spotted a smaller boat rowing towards her, heading straight for the beach. Her breath caught in her throat. What should I do? Is there enough time to save my little sister? Beth looked oblivious to the danger, chasing after a feather that blew away in the wind. By the time she reached her sister, they would be in clear view. Maybe I should save myself. At least one of us might survive. No. She couldn’t possibly leave Beth to the mercy of those murderous pirates.
Time ran out. It was now or never. The boat reached the shore, and its dubious occupants began to clamber out.
The loud cry made her jump. She snapped back to reality and spun around.
“Are you daydreaming again?” Her mum let out a frustrated sigh. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and steered her in the direction of the car park at the edge of the beach. “Can you help take some of this stuff back to the car, please?” She handed her an armful of bags stuffed with damp, sandy towels. “We’ve still got a lot of things to do before we go home tomorrow, and you haven’t even bought anything for your friends yet. If you get your skates on, you’ll have enough time to pop into the shops across the road.”
Charlotte wrinkled her nose at the thought of their holiday coming to an end, and cringed at the prospect of going back to school the following week. She scooped up her own towel and trudged through the sand, mumbling how unfair it was making her do all the work even though she was only ten. “I notice Beth’s not helping.”
Her dad grinned as she struggled to the car. “We’re going to grab some food. Take-away, nothing but the best for the last day,” he said as she reached him.
“Not McDonald’s again, Dad,” she remarked with a hint of sarcasm, dumping her load on the floor.
“No way! Fish and chips tonight.” He wore his silly grin that never failed to make her smile.
“Whatever!” She smirked. “Mum said I could have a quick look at the gift shops just across the road.”
He put the discarded bags into the car and slammed the boot. He slid his sunglasses up to his receding hairline, slipping his hand into his jeans pocket. “Do you need any money?”
“Nah, it’s okay. Mum gave me some yesterday.”
“Are you going to take Beth with you?”
She folded her arms and shifted her weight to one leg. “Do I have to?” She loved her six-year-old sister to bits, but she was the most annoying person in the whole world. “I’m not going to get much shopping done with Beth tagging along.”
His face brightened with a grin. “I’m only pulling your leg.” He nudged her playfully. “We’ll take Beth with us and meet you back here in ...” He paused to gaze at his watch. “Let’s say, in about fifteen minutes, okay? Don’t go far!”
She sighed with relief. “Okay. See ya later.” She left, fumbling through her pockets to check she still had her money.
Crossing the road, Charlotte admired the pretty seaside town lined with buildings all the way to the top of a hill, overlooking the sea. Interesting old houses displayed colourful shop fronts, and a local market filled any spaces in between. She ambled along the well-worn paving stones, not really paying attention to the task of buying gifts for her friends. With her hands in her pockets, she wandered past stalls that spilled out across the path, packed with beach balls and buckets and spades.
She paused for a moment outside an arcade, drawn by the sounds and flashing lights that filled the air around the neon-lit building. Fighting the urge to spend the last of her money on a teddy-grabbing machine, she continued to trudge up the hill, losing interest in her mission with every step.
Halfway along the road she stopped, stepping into an alley to shelter from the glare of the sun. She leaned her back against the bright-red tiles that decorated the archway. Each one contained a small figure. They reminded her of characters from a fairy tale. She turned to examine them closely, running her fingers over the textured surface. Something about them held a strange attraction.
She gazed into the alley. It led a fair way back, but in the gloom she could see the front of a grubby-looking shop with a large ‘Sale’ sign in the window. She strained her eyes for a better view, and wondered if she should have a look just in case she could pick up something unusual for Mum. After a moment’s thought, she decided she had nothing to lose and wandered a little closer, checking over her shoulder as she went.
Reaching the glazed shop front, Charlotte stood on tiptoes to see over the half-frosted glass that obscured her view of the inside. Despite being taller than most kids her age, the contents of the store remained a mystery. She paused at the door before giving it a shove and peering through the gap. Inside, it looked much smaller than expected, with tall shelves standing against the outer walls, each laden with an assortment of objects that appeared better placed in a junk shop.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, but curiosity urged her forward. She stepped inside. An old-fashioned till perched in the centre of a small counter at the far end of the shop. Behind it hung a set of drab curtains with tiny pinholes, allowing slivers of light to seep through. The whole place had an air of gloom and smelt musty and damp.
“Hello. Are you open?” Charlotte called out.
When no one responded, she browsed the shelves, discovering some odd, hand-carved figures, similar to the characters on the decorated tiles around the archway outside. She picked up one that resembled a garden gnome and turned the carving around, searching for a price label. Nothing. That’s not much help. She placed the grotesque figure back down.
A bright flash caught her eye when she turned to leave. She stared at a small bookcase resting against the back wall beside the counter. A gentle glow of green light illuminated the shelves, tempting her to venture further and take a closer look. She crept through the aisle and bent down to examine a small, glass snow dome nestled amongst a variety of clay pots. It looked out of place with the other articles displayed in the shop.
She reached out and touched the surface with the tips of her fingers. The cool surface tingled, a strange yet alluring sensation. With a quick check over her shoulder, she picked it up and tipped it upside down. She cupped the delicate item in the palm of her hand and held it close to her face. No snow.
Inside the crystal orb, a tiny globe like a miniature planet revolved in slow motion, casting eerie shadows against the dreary walls. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“Yes, it is beautiful,” a gruff voice sounded.
She spun around and stumbled back a step. Behind the counter stood a large figure wrapped in a gray cloak, similar to the drab curtains that hung behind him. From what she could see of him in the gloom, his scruffy, charcoal hair hung down to his shoulders. Dark eyes peered out below bushy eyebrows, making his thin face look gaunt and pasty. She shuddered. He gave her the creeps, popping up from out of nowhere and staring at her as though he had never seen a customer before.
“I am sorry if I surprised you. I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he said, as if reading her mind. “You are very welcome here.”
She put down the small ornament and walked along scanning the contents of the shelves, picking through the strange collection of knickknacks. The entire time, she sensed the old man’s stare following her. She considered leaving, yet the eerie glow from the snow dome kept drawing her gaze back to the bookcase. The temptation from its hypnotic light got the better of her, and she walked back to pick it up again. “How much is this?”
A broad smile lit up the man’s face. “Take it, child. I have no use for it in my shop.”
Her eyes widened. “What, for nothing? I must give you something for it. I’ve got money, you know.”
The old man shrugged. “Well, if you are that keen on striking a deal with me.” He raised one of his bushy eyebrows. “All I will ask is for you to take great care of such a beautiful item. Promise me you will be good and always tell the truth.”
“I always tell the truth anyway. I hate liars!” she declared, a little puzzled by such a strange request. “Is that it? Is that all you want?”
He bellowed with laughter.
She placed one hand on her hip. “What’s so funny, then?”
“I am sorry.” He leaned closer across the counter. His weather-beaten face creased with concern. “Telling the truth is not always an easy thing to do, especially when you find yourself in trouble.” His expression lightened. “I am Goffer, the shop keeper, and if I am not mistaken, you will find yourself in trouble if you do not hurry. Time is getting on.”
Charlotte glanced at her watch. “You’re right!” She rushed to the door in a fluster, but stopped before leaving. “Thank you! Thanks a lot. That was really nice of you.”
Goffer stood motionless, barely visible in the shadows. “I would not be so quick to thank me just yet.”
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