Mortimer the Magic Hat could make almost anything appear.
When he heard a magic spell, he could turn bits of air into squawking chickens, slithering snakes, and chittering, chattering chipmunks. The depths of his crown swirled and twirled with so much magic that he could produce dragons and mice, unicorns and house cats. Once, he even conjured up a saber-toothed tiger. But no matter how hard he tried, and no matter what magic words were spoken, Mortimer could not make a white rabbit appear.
“No white rabbits? Preposterous!” said Wanda the Wonderful when she came to Mr. Quigglemire’s Magic Hat Shop. “A magician can’t be a magician without a white rabbit. It’s every child’s favorite trick! Please, Mr. Quigglemire, show me the next hat.”
“No rabbits?” said Francis the Fantastic. “Don’t waste my time, Quigglemire. Next hat, please.”
“Absurd,” said Edwina the Enchanted. “Rubbish,” said Marvin the Marvelous. “No, thank you,” said Magic Milt. “I’ll take that hat over there, if you please.” (Magic Milt was known as the most polite magician in the business.)
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Anna Goes on Vacation
Anna packed her pajamas and slippers. Her toothbrush was in her backpack, too. And her favorite book.
Mortimer the Miserable
Mortimer the Magic Hat could make almost anything appear.
Shelby The Shy
My name is Shelby, and I’m shy.
A Castle Around The Corner
Every day, my dad, my sister Jocelyn, and I walk our dog, Strawberry.
Wandering Willie
After he ate his breakfast of hay and oats, Willie the donkey had nothing to do. He galloped across his small pasture and rolled in the dirt. “Ah-choo!” The dirt made Willie sneeze. So he looked around for something better to do.
Journey
Cardboard boxes, tape and string— stick them all together and you have a new thing:
Where's The Rain?
“I’m hot,” said a bee, buzzing slowly by a tree.
The Watermelon Seed
Once there was a watermelon seed. It was smooth and black and shiny. It lay under the moist, soft brown earth.
Sounds Of Spring
All over the world, birds announce the spring with their own unique sounds. In the Eastern European country of Ukraine, the stork and the cuckoo have especially strange ways to welcome spring.
Two for One
Petey, my next-door neighbor, called to me from his front porch. I sat on the steps next to him and watched him play his new guitar.
