Stories For Kids

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STORIES FOR KIDS IN A FAR AWAY PLACE

Ana Valeria Maffioli Barquero

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Content I Want a Monkey------------------------------------------Page 3 The Atrocious Fairytale------------------------------ Page 4 The Great Hill------------------------------------- Page 5 The Robot Bed Time-------------------------------------- Page 6 The Great Hill------------------------------------- Page 7 The Robot Bedtime Book-------------------------- Page 8 More Donuts---------------------------- Page 9

I WANT A MONKEY!

By Daniel Errico Wally was sure that he wanted a pet.

He talked to his Dad about which pet to get.“ I want a Monkey who scratches his head!

He’d swing in the house and he’d jump on the bed. ”“Well,” said his Dad in a kind sort of way, “ Did you know that monkeys eat bugs everyday? ”“Oh No,” Wally said, “We have none to eat. ”Mom likes to squash all the bugs with her feet. ”“Then I want a Hippo!” he screamed to his Dad. “He’d eat all our trash, and Mom would be glad! ”“Hippos need water, it helps them stay cool.

I guess we can build him a giant sized pool. ”“No,” Wally said, “he’d be too big to dry,We’d need a mountain of towels to try.”

“I want an Otter who triple back flips,I’d practice swimming when we go for dips.”“ Did you know most otters can whistle and chirp?They growl and snort, and perhaps even burp? ”“Oh,” Wally said with a sad looking frown,“We’d have to tell him to keep the noise down. ”“Let’s get a Giraffe!” Wally said with a smile.“ I’d slide from his neck to a giant clothes pile! ”“Giraffes hold the record for tallest of all.”

“The jump from their head is a twenty foot fall!”

“Gosh,” Wally said as he looked at the ceiling,He’d bump his head even if he were kneeling.”

“Well how ‘bout a bunny?” he said to his Dad,“A fluffy and floppy one can’t be that bad.”

“Bunnies like eating and chew all your stuff. Raising a bunny can really be tough.”

“Wow,” Wally answered, “Is that really true?Picking a pet is not easy to do.”

“I want a fish!” Wally said, “Let’s get one!”

“I think a Goldfish could be lots of fun.”

“Hmm,” said his Dad, with a look of delight.“Good idea Wally; I think that you’re right!”

“They’re really good swimmers and make funny faces.

And if we get two, we could watch them have races!”

“Okay,” said his Dad, “That’s just what we’ll do.

One goldfish for me, one goldfish for you!”

THE ATROCIOUS FAIRYTALE I must warn you… this book is ATROCIOUS! The cover has mud all over it, and one of the pages has sprung a leak.

Even some of the order are in the wrong words.

It is the worst of the worst, so don’t say I didn’t warn you…

Our story begins with an atrocious King, None of his laws ever made any sense.“Tuesday?” he laughed, “There is no such day, and I’ll hear no more of it as long as I am king.”From that day on in the kingdom, Monday was followed by second Monday or first Wednesday.

His daughter was an atrocious Princess.

She was not fancy and polite like most princesses, despite the princess lessons she took each day.She never brushed her hair.

She smelled of month- old bananas, and she was very devious.

She even set traps throughout this story.

Illustrations throughout the story will indicate the Princess’ traps.

One day the Princess went missing.

In her place there was a note that read:“I’ve taken the Princess.

You me catch never will. ”After reading the note twice to understand it, the King commanded the greatest hero in the land to find his daughter.

The greatest hero in the land happened to be an atrocious hero.

He was often too frightened to leave his home, and he was also scared by butterflies.

However, he had once defeated two caterpillars and a moth in a single battle, and this made him the greatest of all the heroes in the land.

The hero rode to the castle of the meanest villain in the kingdom, but the villain, too was atrocious.He brought flowers to old ladies whenever he could.

And out of the kindness of his heart, he once built a house for someone who needed it.

The hero stormed the gate and charged into the dungeon of the villain’s castle.“Surrender the Princess!” he yelled while shaking in his armor.“I don’t have a Princess,” said the villain, “I use this dungeon to bake cookies, but watch your step because there’s a leak down here.” [An example of a Princess trap with words floating in water. ]The hero was more confused than usual.“If you didn’t take the Princess, then who did?” asked the hero. “ We should go ask the dragon what he thinks.”Mind you, this was an atrocious dragon.

He was known for being tidy and wise, not fierce and ferocious like dragons are supposed to be.

He brushed his teeth every night, and when he breathed, there was no fire, just minty freshness.The dragon was very upset when they found him.

“Someone’s stolen my gold, and they left this note in its place!” he cried.It read:“Your gold is with the Princess!Mine now is it!”“This is odd,” said the hero.“Very odd,” said the villain.“Frmph,” said the dragon who always flossed his teeth when he was upset.“Perhaps the Queen knows something.”

The Queen was running around the castle when they arrived.She, actually, was not so atrocious (for it was she who hired the royal scribe who wrote this very book).“My treasures are missing” she cried.

“My books and jewels, and my fine silk.”“Someone has taken them and left this atrocious note.”It read:“Your treasure is mine!Do not trying to bother find it.”“Whoever has stolen your treasure has the Princess,” said the hero.“Here are some flowers,” said the villain.“Look!” said the dragon, “there are footprints of dirt on the floor.”

They followed the footprints all the way up to the tallest tower in the tallest part of the castle.

When they looked inside they found all the gold, books, jewels, and silk, covered in dirt.And sitting on a throne on top of the pile, was the Princess.“ Why did you steal these things and make us look for you?” asked the Queen.

“I didn’t want to go to my writing lessons!” said the Princess, “Who needs writing?”“You do,” said the Queen.

The villain, knight, and dragon all nodded in agreement.

The Queen made the Princess return what she had stolen and apologize.From that day on, the King made the Princess go to her lessons six days a week.

She was an atrocious student when they began, but she got better each day.

It took the dragon hours to brush all the dirt off his coins.

The villain developed a taste for soggy cookies, and he baked them all the time.

The hero decided it was finally time to battle a butterfly… and he lost.As for the Queen, she insisted that the entire atrocious tale be written inside of one of her muddy books.

I warned you this book was atrocious, and now it is over!Perhaps, one day you could write a better one…

THE GREAT HILL Before time was time, there was a Great Hill.

And on the Great Hill there lived the Yolks.

The Yolks spent their entire lives climbing the Great Hill, trying to reach the top.Some Yolks climbed fast.Some Yolks climbed slowly.One Yolk in particular was a very slow climber. He was different than the rest of the Yolks.When he climbed, all the other Yolks passed him. It was hard for him to watch them pass by.He felt like the worst climber in the world.Some Yolks made fun of him as they passed.Others didn’t.Some Yolks wanted to help him climb but he didn’t let them.It was hard for him to climb. It was even harder when it rained because the ground got slippery.

Sometimes it seemed like it was only raining on him. But it wasn’t.T here were times when he felt like he wasn’t moving at all. But he was.

Then one day he met another Yolk who climbed even slower than he did.He helped the slower Yolk climb.“ Thank You,” said the slower Yolk.“You’re Welcome,” said the slow Yolk, “I can’t be of much help to anyone else since I climb so slowly.”“Slowly?” asked the slower Yolk.

“Well yes. I watch other Yolks pass me all the time.” “I do not know if you are slow or fast, but I do know that you helped me, and that you are still climbing.”The slow Yolk said goodbye to the slower Yolk, and kept climbing.

“Still climbing,” he thought to himself. “That is true.” And he smiled.So the Yolk kept climbing.

He climbed when it was nice out, he climbed when it rained, and he even climbed when it snowed.

As he kept climbing he got better and better. Sometimes he would pass other Yolks and sometimes they would pass him.

He had stopped paying attention. He also noticed that some Yolks were no longer climbing.

When a yolk stops climbing it stays where it is.

Some Yolks stop climbing because they are happy with how far they have gone.

Others stop climbing because they don’t want to climb anymore.

The Yolks that had stopped climbing did not like to be passed, and they made it harder to get by.

But the Yolk kept climbing, right over them!There were still times when the Yolk thought he was climbing an impossible hill, but he kept climbing.

Always, always, climbing.Do you think he made the top?