What is THIS!!?? Preston wakes up, ready to rock winter break, and instead he wakes up sick. This was NOT the plan. Especially when he’s expected to down the ol’ insult to injury – MEDICINE. Nope. Arms crossed, mouth pursed, a bevy of whimsical why-not’s to follow, with Preston as the poet with pride and principal – medicine is not for him. No. Thank. YOU. BUT. Something changes when he catches a glimpse of what he could be doing. Empowered by the will to well, Preston takes that medicine by the bullhorns, drinks it down, and valiantly charges outdoors in a raucous reunion with his pals. Relatable, repeatable, and rejoicing in the spirit of children, this book is a tribute to all that kids are CAPE-able of. With or without their capes on.
Kids are CAPEable
Published in the United States by KIDsader Press, a division of KIDsader, Inc. KIDSADER and the “Caped K” logo are registered trademarks of Alonzo Cannon Intellectual Property/Trademark representation: Julianna Deligans, Hall Estill, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Caped KIDsaders Children’s Hospital Foundation legal representation: Reid Jason & Harout Dimijian, O’Melveny & Myers, Los Angeles, California Book design: Missi Jay, Gigglebox Design Jacket design: Missi Jay, Gigglebox Design Caped KIDsaders logo: Ryan Anthony Davis For Reading & Signing bookings: www.capedkidsadersfoundation.com www.kidsader.net Manufactured in Hong Kong First Edition: February 2015
No one knows exactly how capes magically appear on the kids of Cape City, but it happens the moment they do feats of
These cape-wearing dynamos are called
Caped KIDsaders
There once was a little boy Whose first name was Preston. He was feeling mighty sick, In his very small intestine. It was the very first day Of school’s winter’s break. And little Preston woke up, With a horrible tummy ache.
He had a sore throat And was feeling some congestion. He even had a touch Of stomach indigestion. He was sick indeed. He was sick without question. On his face he wore A really sad expression.
His head was clanging, And his neck was stiff.
His nose was so clogged, That he couldn’t even sniff.
His fever rose, As the temperature fell. He would feel a little better‌ If the kid could only smell.
Achy all over, He moaned and he groaned. His mid-winter’s fun, Was officially postponed. Feeling queasy and wheezy With a sharp pain in his chin,
It was then his mom, With a twinkle and a grin, Came into his room With a cup of medicine. He sprung out of bed, Wide-eyed and wide-awake, And shouted,
I’ll kiss my sister!
I’ll sweep the garage!
I’ll give your feet A Swedish massage!
It’s both my arms That I would rather break. But that medicine there
Building a snowman I will forego ‘Cause I hate that medicine.
I’m giving up all of the things That I could possibly like!
I won’t go out to sled!
I’m giving up bread! I’ll stop eating cheese!
I’m down on my knees! I’m begging you, you, g n i g g Be Begging yo u,
Anything fun I will not partake.
I’ll put out the trash,
In the tub I won’t splash!
My clothes I will fold, I’ll do all that I’m told!
I’ll wash dirty dishes,
Do what your heart wishes!
I’ll wear a tool belt, And make the household fixes.
I won’t go out to ski,
I’ll surrender drinking tea!
I’ll give up root beer!
I’ll pull off my ear!
HERE! Have my computer!
I’m selling my scooter!
You can have all that you want… Even my chocolate cake. But I’m telling you,
At the end of his bed With his arms tightly crossed. He looked out the window‌ And he saw something tossed.
He jumped from his bed And to his sheer delight, He saw all of his friends‌
Snowballs, by the hundreds, Were flying through the air. And little Preston knew He had to get out there!
He grabbed that medicine And down his throat he poured. And in no time at all His health was restored!
His head wasn’t clanging. And his neck wasn’t stiff. His fever had dipped down To 98.6. His throat wasn’t sore. He had no more congestion The medicine made him feel
He was out throwing snowballs And sledding down hills, Ice-skating on ponds And having snow-filled thrills.
He built a snow fort, Guarded by a snowy snow guard. There was no doubt that Preston Was the king of the yard!
Taking your medicine means You’ll get better soon. You might be playing By the next afternoon. Medicine may not taste great, But it will make you all better. And before you know it,
Kids are CAPEable
In an effort to empower and entertain sick kids, the Caped KIDsaders Children’s Hospital Foundation donates “That Medicine, I Will Not Take!” and Caped KIDsaders superhero capes to Children’s hospitals for kids admitted for care. Both items are for kids to keep and take home.
100% of the sales of this book goes to the Caped KIDsaders Children’s Hospital Foundation.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR A proud graduate of the University of Oklahoma, Alonzo is the accidental author of the Caped KIDsaders series of Children’s books. And though he doesn’t have any kids himself, he finds extreme bliss in writing books for those who do. He is also, unwittingly, Founder & President of the Caped KIDsaders Children’s Hospital Foundation. The fitness-conscious “strivegan” (striving to be vegan) and selfdescribed “country mouse with the heart of a city mouse” bachelor lives in Los Angeles, California.
A B O U T T H E i l l ustrator Also a proud graduate of the University of Oklahoma, Missi’s work has been recognized nationally by Print Magazine and Addy Awards. She designed the official license plate benefitting Texas CASA and earned the “Big Wig Award,” for best illustrator by the Austin Advertising Federation. Missi lives in Austin, Texas with her husband, Jeff, and her daughter, Ruby, who is definitely her biggest inspiration.
The Critics Have Spoken: Cold and Flu season can’t come fast enough! Influenza? Influenz-ME! Please! Thanks to this book, I can’t wait to take my medicine!”
-Joanne Taylor, age 4, Denville, NJ, former reluctant medicine-taker
I tell ya, the illustrations in this book are so SICK they need to take two of these and call me in the mornin’! They’re so sweet I got three cavities just lookin’ at ‘em! I mean to tell ya, unlike me, Missi Jay gets respect!”
-Julee Gracey, Greenup, IL, age 6, future respected comedienne
A true blockbuster of a book! Will he, or won’t he, take the medicine? Suspenseful to the very end. You feel Preston’s angst! The story is gripping! This book should be a movie!”
-Stephen Spillburgh, Chicago, IL, age “almost 5”, future movie director
“CAPEably” published by KIDsader Press Benefiting the Caped KIDsader’s Children’s Hospital Foundation CapedKIDsadersFoundation.com