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Five uses of children's literature
Five uses of children's literature
Five uses of children's literature
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Standing on tip toes on an old stump was a troll. Not a mean, fierce, drooling kind of troll ... more of a gentler and wiser kind. He was trying to peek in the kitchen window of the house next to the woods where he lived. The house was really not all that special. It was a two story colonial with country blue paint that was peeling slightly. It was a warm morning in late July. Mrs. Sagal was cooking breakfast as her daughter, Lucinda sat at the kitchen table looking at a magazine. “What do you want with your eggs?” asked Mrs. Sagal. Lucinda didn't answer. “Lucinda! What do you want with your eggs?” Lucinda looked up and said, “Toast would be fine.” Her mom had already finished the bacon so breakfast was just about ready. Lucinda’s dad had not yet come downstairs from getting ready for work. Dr. Steve Sagal was an obstetrician (a baby doctor) and had a busy day ahead of him. He was in a terrible hurry to leave for work. Mrs. Sagal put the plate down in front of Lucinda and said, “Eat up! We’ll be leaving soon for the grocery store.” Lucinda moved the eggs around on her plate. Then she picked up the toast, put jelly on it and took a bite. Just then her dad ran down the stairs, grabbed a piece of toast and shot out the front door. “Bye Dad!” Lucinda called, but he didn’t hear. He was already halfway to his car. His used car that seemed to always break down at all the wrong times. Right after moving to Oakwood the engine overheated and he had to spend a lot of money to get it back on the road. And then he had a flat tire. But he needed his car so he had to spend the money. “Dad’s in a hurry this morning," said Lucinda. “Yes,” said her mom. “He has several appointments this morning. It's his first real busy day since we moved to ... ... middle of paper ... ...n lurking around town. I don’t know.” Then Ambur started to fidget even more. He took out his pipe and rubbed it clean. He kicked the dirt off his shoes. Then he looked at Lucinda. “First of all, I'm not that old. But that's okay, try to be there. You don’t know how important this is. Bring your mom if you must. You won’t bring anyone else?” “No, Ambur, just mom.” “Don’t bring your dad,” said Ambur. “I have a hard time getting comfortable with males. Must be a territorial issue or something. I don’t know. Just can’t get used to males in general. Don’t get me wrong … I’m going to meet your dad. I’m sure he’s a great guy. Just not yet.” “Okay,” said Lucinda. Then she said, “Can I bring my sister?” “Nooo Luce … just you and your mom. I’ll meet your sister later. You’re giving me a headache! Please, just try to be there at 1:30 okay?” “Okay, Ambur,” said Lucinda.
After they finished eating, George went back inside and called McClean and told him everything was alright. David McClean was shocked by this call and asked if he could come by to take a look at the nursery. George agreed and David was at the house in no time. David walked into the nursery
“Sure. Thank you,” Mrs. Whitmore said. She waved good-bye and shut the door, then listened. When she heard only giggles, she relaxed her shoulders, and went into the kitchen to start on the cookies. When they were finished, she brought the plate up with two glasses of milk to Lucy-Lou’s room. The girls had stopped giggling, and Sarah was sitting across from Lucy-Lou on the other side of the room.
A gust of air audibly exited my lungs as I opened the creaky door of my mother’s beat up four door car. Charley didn’t have the same spring in his step that was present in his youth, but he did his best to run over and hop in. I wish he didn’t try so hard. My heart sank as he made vain attempts at pulling himself into the vehicle. I bent down and gave him a little assistance. He was quick to turn around and look at me anxiously. He never felt comfortable if I wasn’t sitting with him. I took my place in the back seat and slowly closed the door.
"We went outside, and we were all standing there," he said. "I thought everything was okay, so I called my mom again. I told her I was okay, but after that, I guess they didn't get him or something."
“There’s one next week,” said Gunter. “Mom is going and she is dragging along Dad.”
I woke with a jolt of instant panic. I peered over at my phone to see the time. It hit me suddenly, like a ton of bricks; I was late to pick up my mom. I was supposed to wake up early to take my her to a very important doctor’s appointment. This elusive doctor was impossible to book. My mom had been on the waiting list for a month; we cannot be late! Just like in Junot Diaz’s “The Money”, I foolishly expected my mother to be grateful for my efforts in arriving at her house quickly. Instead, I got “Nada” (Diaz 116).
Ralph placed his grocery items on the counter carefully, making sure the eggs were put down gently, so that they didn’t crack. He was supposed to be hurrying, as his parents had invited him over for dinner, and his father had always lectured him on the importance of punctuality. He just wasn’t in the mood to spend Saturday evening with his parents, and quite frankly he wasn’t sure they wanted to either.
When Mary came downstairs she saw her mom and dad lying down on the ground perfectly still. Mary walked slowly to her mum repeatedly saying "mum, mum get up mum", but there was no reply. Mary knew something was wrong so she quickly and ran out of the house to her neighbors and told them what happened. Since then Mary wasn't the same. One day the mayor's son went missing, so all of the villagers set off hunting for Mary because they had a feeling that it was her that kidnapped the mayor's son Alex.
She walked down the stairs quickly to see her steaming hot bacon, sizzling on the plate. Her younger brother, George, was already eating his pancakes with butter layered smoothly on top. Harmony’s mom was sitting at the table asking Harmony to sit down so she won't be late
“Aaron?” called his parents. “We are leaving to go to you and your brother’s conferences. We will be back in a couple hours.” The front door slammed shut. Aaron Gathered his money and opened up his bedroom door. He looked out of his window to make sure that his parents had left. He grabbed a snack and left his house.
In today’s society, Technology is the main player in the way we communicate. Cell phones and social media made the communication easier for people to contact each other. It extends time less to connect between long distance friends. Also, it helps people to spread and enlarge circle of friendships around the world. However, people are losing the way of face-to-face conversation. Sherry Turkle is an expert on culture and therapy, mobile technology, social networking, and sociable robotics argued in her article “the flight from conversation” how using technology can affect our behavior in conversation.
James enjoyed the dinner he thanked Phoebe. James then told Phoebe she could go to bed and that he would get the dishes. After James had told Phoebe that she decided to go to bed because she was really tired. The next morning when Phoebe woke up her father James was almost ready to leave and the other guys were almost to their house to pick him up. About thirty minutes later the guys had arrived to pick James up. Phoebe and Martin both went outside to watch their father leave. James hugged his two children goodbye and said “see you soon,I will be back.” Phoebe held back her tears as she watched her father leave. Her brother Martin started crying and that made Phoebe want to cry even more. After they couldn’t see their father anymore they decided to walk back into the house. Martin asked Phoebe if their father was coming back. Phoebe said “He will be back soon,but while he is gone we both have to work as a team.” Martin said “Okay.” Days passed as Phoebe and Martin waited for their father to arrive back at home. One day Phoebe heard someone knocking on the door. She looked through
“Nothing happened, I was just thinking about our money and what we are going to do about the rent, I just don’t know what to do anymore.” he said as he started to shed a tear. My brother, sister, and I just looked at dad in such surprise since we had never seen him cry before. Then we heard the dog barking and a strange knock at the back door and wondered who could it be at 9:00 in the night. We all walked through the kitchen wearily and crowded at the back door when someone knocked on the door again. Dad wiped the tear from his eyes and opened the door. “Hello Mr. Stanson; you must be very cold in this rain, would you like
That Saturday morning was sunny and bright as Kimberly stepped outside for a morning walk. She didn't run every day, and this day was one of those days. She always enjoyed the early morning as everything is fresh and the air smelled like forest leaves. She took a sip of coffee from her travel mug and headed out. It was her time to think and plan her day. But planning her day that day proved difficult as she couldn’t get what’s been happening in the Oakwood Forest out of her mind. But until Honeysuckle goes into labor there was not much for her or anyone to do. She had to wait.
“That’s a good idea sweety, we should go as a family soon.” answered the mom as she pondered a good time to go.