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.
When Farmer Jones went into the barn, the shaggy little donkey unlatched the gate, trotted down the road, jumped over the fence, and ran across the next pasture to visit his neighbors.
“Hee haw!” Willie raced behind the tall horses. “Hee haw!” Willie nuzzled the fuzzy sheep. “Hee haw!” Willie circled the pigs that were playing in the mud. Now Willie had something to do.
Soon, the neighbor called Farmer Jones. “Your donkey is over here.”
Farmer Jones sighed. “I’ll come get him.” And he did.
The next morning, after breakfast, Willie chased butterflies. Then he watched Farmer Jones harvest a crop of soybeans. When Farmer Jones drove the tractor back into the barn, Willie’s ears drooped. He had nothing to do. So the shaggy little donkey unlatched the gate, trotted down the road, jumped over the fence, and ran across the next pasture to visit his neighbors.
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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.
