Hello,
This is Meaghan Fisher, the author of these children's stories.
Since I started writing a few years ago in 2007, a lot has changed. I now have a baby, and I have gotten two children's books published, and have started my own Micro-Publishing Company: Gypsy Publications.
My life has really changed since starting my dream. I currently have 5 authors that I am publishing and they all have more then one script and more keep finding me asking me to help them everyday.
I love helping people accomplish their dream of seeing their work in print just as I have. I am very proud of myself for all that I've done and want you to know that you can do the same if you put your mind to it.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, June 28, 2010
A Birthday Party for Mrs. Wolf
Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest in a large log home by himself. Today was a very exciting day because he was planning a birthday party for his friend, Mrs. Wolf.
Mrs. Wolf was a very good friend of Mr. Turtle’s. She was his mail carrier and his cooking teacher who Mr. Turtle took cooking lessons from. Mr. Turtle was so grateful for all that she had taught him that he wanted to throw her a surprise birthday party.
Mrs. Wolf would be so surprised. He had invited all of her friends in the forest and had sent out invitations the week before. Now, Mr. Turtle was going through the responses to the invitations. All of Mrs. Wolf’s friends in the forest had replied that they would come.
Mr. Turtle was excited and he had a lot to do before the party.
First, Mr. Turtle made up a list of ingredients he would need to make the food for the party. Then he made up a list of all the supplies he would need and set out for the market.
A few hours later, Mr. Turtle arrived home with the supplies and food he needed. He began unpacking all the items from their bags and started chopping up veggies and cooking.
The next day, Mr. Turtle called Mrs. Wolf to ask her if she wanted to go for a walk with him in the forest. Mrs. Wolf agreed to go and meet Mr. Turtle at his house. When she got there, she knocked on his door. Mr. Turtle answered and they started their walk through the forest.
On their walk, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolfe were nearing a tree on the walking path. Behind the tree were all of Mrs. Wolf’s party guests waiting to surprise her. When Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle walked around the tree all the guests jumped out and shouted, “Surprise!” as loud as they could and began clapping.
“Oh, my goodness!” shouted Mrs. Wolf. “What is all of this?” Then Mrs. Wolf looked up to see a big sign that read, “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Wolf” in big red letters. “Oh, my goodness! Bless your hearts!” replied Mrs. Wolf as all her friends gathered around to wish her happy birthday.
Later, during Mrs. Wolf’s party, Mrs. Wolf went to Mr. Turtle and gave him a hug, then turned to all her friends and tapped on her glass to get everyone’s attention.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday today and I would like to especially thank my best student for throwing me this party. To Mr. Turtle!” said Mrs. Wolf as she hugged Mr. Turtle again and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, my friend, for this wonderful party!”
The End…
Mrs. Wolf was a very good friend of Mr. Turtle’s. She was his mail carrier and his cooking teacher who Mr. Turtle took cooking lessons from. Mr. Turtle was so grateful for all that she had taught him that he wanted to throw her a surprise birthday party.
Mrs. Wolf would be so surprised. He had invited all of her friends in the forest and had sent out invitations the week before. Now, Mr. Turtle was going through the responses to the invitations. All of Mrs. Wolf’s friends in the forest had replied that they would come.
Mr. Turtle was excited and he had a lot to do before the party.
First, Mr. Turtle made up a list of ingredients he would need to make the food for the party. Then he made up a list of all the supplies he would need and set out for the market.
A few hours later, Mr. Turtle arrived home with the supplies and food he needed. He began unpacking all the items from their bags and started chopping up veggies and cooking.
The next day, Mr. Turtle called Mrs. Wolf to ask her if she wanted to go for a walk with him in the forest. Mrs. Wolf agreed to go and meet Mr. Turtle at his house. When she got there, she knocked on his door. Mr. Turtle answered and they started their walk through the forest.
On their walk, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolfe were nearing a tree on the walking path. Behind the tree were all of Mrs. Wolf’s party guests waiting to surprise her. When Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle walked around the tree all the guests jumped out and shouted, “Surprise!” as loud as they could and began clapping.
“Oh, my goodness!” shouted Mrs. Wolf. “What is all of this?” Then Mrs. Wolf looked up to see a big sign that read, “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Wolf” in big red letters. “Oh, my goodness! Bless your hearts!” replied Mrs. Wolf as all her friends gathered around to wish her happy birthday.
Later, during Mrs. Wolf’s party, Mrs. Wolf went to Mr. Turtle and gave him a hug, then turned to all her friends and tapped on her glass to get everyone’s attention.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday today and I would like to especially thank my best student for throwing me this party. To Mr. Turtle!” said Mrs. Wolf as she hugged Mr. Turtle again and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, my friend, for this wonderful party!”
The End…
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Mr. Turtle Has a Dinner Party
Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest in a log home. He lived by himself and he was taking cooking lessons from his friend, Mrs. Wolf.
They were both in Mr. Turtle’s kitchen making pasta and Mrs. Wolf was giving Mr. Turtle his next cooking instruction.
“Now, Mr. Turtle, we need to drain the water from the pasta. Then we can put the spaghetti sauce on it and we’ll be ready to eat our spaghetti!” exclaimed Mrs. Wolf happily as they began to drain the pasta.
While Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle were eating their spaghetti dinner, Mr. Turtle had an idea.
“Hey, Mrs. Wolf,” he cried. “I have a great idea. I think I will have a dinner party. I love pasta and I would love to cook it for my friends and show them all what I have learned.”
“Why, that’s a great idea, Mr. Turtle, but what will you make?”
“I would like to make Tortellini!” said Mr. Turtle. “Will you teach me to make it?”
“Why of course I will teach you, Mr. Turtle,” replied Mrs. Wolf, “but under one condition.”
“What’s that, Mrs. Wolf?” he asked.
“You will have to invite me to your dinner party,” said Mrs. Wolf as they both laughed.
“Why, of course I will invite you to my dinner party, Mrs. Wolf!” exclaimed Mr. Turtle.
A few days later, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolf were at the market to get the ingredients that they needed to make Tortellini for Mr. Turtle’s dinner party.
After they got what they needed, they went back to Mr. Turtle’s house and began cooking.
“Now, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf instructed as she poured salt into the water and waited for it to boil, “when the water boils you will need to pour the tortellini from its package into the boiling water. Then stir it around and set the timer for thirteen minutes.”
“Okay, Mrs. Wolf,” replied Mr. Turtle.
Soon the tortellini was done and Mr. Turtle was ready for his next cooking task.
“The garlic bread is done, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf said as she handed Mr. Turtle an oven mitt. “Now what do we do?”
“We take it out of the oven and make sure we turn off the oven,” replied Mr. Turtle.
“That’s right. It’s always good to turn off the oven when your food is done so you don’t forget. I will let you take the garlic bread out and then we will set the table.
Half an hour later the food was done, the table was set and all of Mr. Turtle’s friends were gathered around his delicious feast. Mr. Turtle stood up at the head of the table and raised his glass.
“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “I also want to thank the woman whose help brought us this dinner tonight. To my friend and cooking instructor, Mrs. Wolf. Thank you for all your help and wisdom!”
“To Mrs. Wolf!” everyone said as they raised their glasses and looked at Mrs. Wolf, whose cheeks had turned bright red with happiness.
“Now,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “Let’s eat! Everyone dig in!”
The End…
They were both in Mr. Turtle’s kitchen making pasta and Mrs. Wolf was giving Mr. Turtle his next cooking instruction.
“Now, Mr. Turtle, we need to drain the water from the pasta. Then we can put the spaghetti sauce on it and we’ll be ready to eat our spaghetti!” exclaimed Mrs. Wolf happily as they began to drain the pasta.
While Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle were eating their spaghetti dinner, Mr. Turtle had an idea.
“Hey, Mrs. Wolf,” he cried. “I have a great idea. I think I will have a dinner party. I love pasta and I would love to cook it for my friends and show them all what I have learned.”
“Why, that’s a great idea, Mr. Turtle, but what will you make?”
“I would like to make Tortellini!” said Mr. Turtle. “Will you teach me to make it?”
“Why of course I will teach you, Mr. Turtle,” replied Mrs. Wolf, “but under one condition.”
“What’s that, Mrs. Wolf?” he asked.
“You will have to invite me to your dinner party,” said Mrs. Wolf as they both laughed.
“Why, of course I will invite you to my dinner party, Mrs. Wolf!” exclaimed Mr. Turtle.
A few days later, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolf were at the market to get the ingredients that they needed to make Tortellini for Mr. Turtle’s dinner party.
After they got what they needed, they went back to Mr. Turtle’s house and began cooking.
“Now, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf instructed as she poured salt into the water and waited for it to boil, “when the water boils you will need to pour the tortellini from its package into the boiling water. Then stir it around and set the timer for thirteen minutes.”
“Okay, Mrs. Wolf,” replied Mr. Turtle.
Soon the tortellini was done and Mr. Turtle was ready for his next cooking task.
“The garlic bread is done, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf said as she handed Mr. Turtle an oven mitt. “Now what do we do?”
“We take it out of the oven and make sure we turn off the oven,” replied Mr. Turtle.
“That’s right. It’s always good to turn off the oven when your food is done so you don’t forget. I will let you take the garlic bread out and then we will set the table.
Half an hour later the food was done, the table was set and all of Mr. Turtle’s friends were gathered around his delicious feast. Mr. Turtle stood up at the head of the table and raised his glass.
“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “I also want to thank the woman whose help brought us this dinner tonight. To my friend and cooking instructor, Mrs. Wolf. Thank you for all your help and wisdom!”
“To Mrs. Wolf!” everyone said as they raised their glasses and looked at Mrs. Wolf, whose cheeks had turned bright red with happiness.
“Now,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “Let’s eat! Everyone dig in!”
The End…
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Mr. Turtle Meets Stewart the Frog
One nice day Mr. Turtle decided to take a long walk through Marysville Forest. When he reached the pond he was tired, so he found a tree stump to sit down on close to the pond.
He had been sitting comfortably for a few moments when he heard a voice speak to him.
“Hello,” greeted a little voice.
“Yes, hello,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“Over here,” said the small voice.
Mr. Turtle looked in the direction of the voice but he just saw the pond.
“Where?” he asked, “I don’t see anyone.”
“Look, down here, inside the pond,” replied the voice.
Mr. Turtle got off the tree stump and walked over to the pond and looked in it. There he saw a little tadpole swimming around looking up at him.
“Oh, I see you now,” said Mr. Turtle. “You are such a little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the tadpole. “I am a tadpole but one day I will be a big frog.”
“I suppose you will,” said Mr. Turtle. “What is your name?
“My name is Stewart,” replied the little tadpole. “What is yours?”
“I am Mr. Turtle,” answered Mr. Turtle. “At least, that’s what my friends call me.”
The little tadpole laughed. “That was funny,” he said.
“Thanks, little friend,” replied Mr. Turtle. “What are you up to today?”
“Not much,” replied Stewart. “You see, I don’t have any family. I am on my own. I am waiting to turn into a big frog, but if you’d like you can come visit me again and we can talk. I get lonely out here by myself.”
“Why, I would love to visit again,” said Mr. Turtle, happy to have found a new friend. “I will come again tomorrow!”
Mr. Turtle came back the next day to visit his new friend and he came every day after that. They had the most wonderful talks and became great friends.
One day when Mr. Turtle walked to the pond where he always met Stewart, he couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Stewart,” he called into the pond. “Stewart!” No answer. “Stewart, where are you my friend?”
“Over here,” came a frog’s voice that Mr. Turtle hadn’t heard before. “I am on the tree stump.”
“The tree stump! But you can’t be out of the water!” Mr. Turtle cried in panic. He looked at the tree stump and there, staring back at him, was a huge frog. "Why, you’re a… you’re a…, what happened to you?”
“You like it? I finally turned into a big frog like I said I would! Aren’t you happy for me?” Stewart asked happily.
“Why, yes!” said Mr. Turtle. “Yes, I’m very happy for you, Stewart! I was worried because I couldn’t find you, but here you are, a big frog just like you always wanted!”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?” shouted the frog as he leaped high into the air and landed back on the stump. “Look what I can do!” exclaimed the frog as he leaped from the tree stump to the pond, then to a rock, and back to the tree stump again.
“Well, well,” said Mr. Turtle. “I sure am impressed.”
“I can do that anytime I want,” replied the frog. “It is so much fun!”
“It looks like a lot of fun and I am very happy for you, but I guess we can’t be friends anymore.”
“Mr. Turtle,” Stewart cried, “I still want to be friends. Don’t you?”
“Why of course I do,” said Mr. Turtle. “I just thought that you might be too busy for our daily visits since you are now a frog.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Turtle!” said the frog. “Will you still come to see me every day, like always?”
“Why, of course I will,” replied Mr. Turtle as he patted the frog on the head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Why don’t you test your new jumping legs out today and tomorrow I will meet you right here again and we can visit? Does that sound good?”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Turtle!” exclaimed the frog, “That sounds great! See you then!” The new frog jumped off the stump and happily leaped into the forest.
The End…
He had been sitting comfortably for a few moments when he heard a voice speak to him.
“Hello,” greeted a little voice.
“Yes, hello,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“Over here,” said the small voice.
Mr. Turtle looked in the direction of the voice but he just saw the pond.
“Where?” he asked, “I don’t see anyone.”
“Look, down here, inside the pond,” replied the voice.
Mr. Turtle got off the tree stump and walked over to the pond and looked in it. There he saw a little tadpole swimming around looking up at him.
“Oh, I see you now,” said Mr. Turtle. “You are such a little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the tadpole. “I am a tadpole but one day I will be a big frog.”
“I suppose you will,” said Mr. Turtle. “What is your name?
“My name is Stewart,” replied the little tadpole. “What is yours?”
“I am Mr. Turtle,” answered Mr. Turtle. “At least, that’s what my friends call me.”
The little tadpole laughed. “That was funny,” he said.
“Thanks, little friend,” replied Mr. Turtle. “What are you up to today?”
“Not much,” replied Stewart. “You see, I don’t have any family. I am on my own. I am waiting to turn into a big frog, but if you’d like you can come visit me again and we can talk. I get lonely out here by myself.”
“Why, I would love to visit again,” said Mr. Turtle, happy to have found a new friend. “I will come again tomorrow!”
Mr. Turtle came back the next day to visit his new friend and he came every day after that. They had the most wonderful talks and became great friends.
One day when Mr. Turtle walked to the pond where he always met Stewart, he couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Stewart,” he called into the pond. “Stewart!” No answer. “Stewart, where are you my friend?”
“Over here,” came a frog’s voice that Mr. Turtle hadn’t heard before. “I am on the tree stump.”
“The tree stump! But you can’t be out of the water!” Mr. Turtle cried in panic. He looked at the tree stump and there, staring back at him, was a huge frog. "Why, you’re a… you’re a…, what happened to you?”
“You like it? I finally turned into a big frog like I said I would! Aren’t you happy for me?” Stewart asked happily.
“Why, yes!” said Mr. Turtle. “Yes, I’m very happy for you, Stewart! I was worried because I couldn’t find you, but here you are, a big frog just like you always wanted!”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?” shouted the frog as he leaped high into the air and landed back on the stump. “Look what I can do!” exclaimed the frog as he leaped from the tree stump to the pond, then to a rock, and back to the tree stump again.
“Well, well,” said Mr. Turtle. “I sure am impressed.”
“I can do that anytime I want,” replied the frog. “It is so much fun!”
“It looks like a lot of fun and I am very happy for you, but I guess we can’t be friends anymore.”
“Mr. Turtle,” Stewart cried, “I still want to be friends. Don’t you?”
“Why of course I do,” said Mr. Turtle. “I just thought that you might be too busy for our daily visits since you are now a frog.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Turtle!” said the frog. “Will you still come to see me every day, like always?”
“Why, of course I will,” replied Mr. Turtle as he patted the frog on the head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Why don’t you test your new jumping legs out today and tomorrow I will meet you right here again and we can visit? Does that sound good?”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Turtle!” exclaimed the frog, “That sounds great! See you then!” The new frog jumped off the stump and happily leaped into the forest.
The End…
Monday, March 29, 2010
Selma the Cat Meets Marty the Mouse
Once upon a time, there lived a cat named Selma who lived on a farm with her owner Maggie. Maggie was a twelve-year-old girl and was Selma’s best friend in the whole world.
Every day, Maggie would come home from school, go to Selma’s little kitty bed, pick her up and take her outside to the front porch. Then Maggie would place Selma on her small lap and stroke her back for hours in an old rocking chair until supper was ready.
One day, Selma was waiting for Maggie to come home from school when the door opened and Maggie came running inside the house, right past Selma’s bed.
“I’m going to Liz’s house to spend the night, Mom,” she shouted at her mother. Then Maggie ran upstairs to gather her things.
“What’s Liz’s house?” Selma thought to herself.
Suddenly, Maggie came running downstairs with her overnight bag and started walking toward the front door.
“Where is she going?” Selma thought as she got out of her cuddly cat bed and followed her owner to the door.
“Meow,” cried Selma as she stood in front of Maggie’s feet.
“No, Selma,” said Maggie as she patted the top of Selma’s head. “You can’t come with me. I am staying at a friend’s house tonight.”
Selma moved to the side of the door as Maggie opened it and walked out with Selma following closely behind. Selma sat on the front porch as Maggie got into a parked car that had been waiting for her in the farm’s driveway.
“Meow,” Selma cried but her small owner didn’t notice. She was already talking to her friends inside the car that was now moving slowly down the farm’s driveway.
“I must catch her,” Selma thought and quickly began running at full speed down the driveway toward the road.
After a few moments of running, Selma reached the end of the farm’s long driveway and noticed that the car was out of sight. When Selma stopped for a moment to catch her breath, realized she was far from home.
“I have never been this far away from home before,” Selma thought to herself. “Where am I?” Selma began to look around in confusion. “Oh, no!” she thought. “What am I going to do?”
Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.
“Squeak….!” came a noise from under Selma’s furry paw.
“What was that?” shrieked Selma in confusion.
“Squeak, eek, eeek….” came the noise again.
Selma lifted her paw to reveal a small brown mouse cowering under her furry little cat pads.
“Please, don’t eat me!” the mouse cried out in fear.
“Eat you?” Selma asked the mouse. “Why would I want to eat you, you’re not cat food!”
“Cat food?” said the mouse. “Oh, you must be an indoor cat!”
“Why, yes!” Selma informed the mouse proudly. “I am an indoor cat, but I do visit the porch sometimes with my owner, Maggie.”
“Oh! Well, what are you doing out here then?” asked the mouse.
“My owner, Maggie, got into a car and it drove away. So I tried to follow but now I’m lost. I have never been off the porch before.”
“I can help you find your way back!” said the little mouse.
“You can?” exclaimed Selma happily.
“Sure, if you promise not to eat me!” said the mouse.
“I promise,” Selma told the mouse as they started making their way back to the farm house. “My name is Selma.”
“Mine’s Marty,” the little mouse introduced himself as they walked up the driveway.
Soon after, Selma and Marty had made their way to the farm house and were on the front porch talking before Selma had to go in for the night, when Selma had a terrific idea.
“I think you should live here under the porch stairs!” Selma exclaimed to the mouse. “I can help you build a nest, that way we can see each other every day!”
“I think that’s a great idea!” cried the mouse and they began gathering up materials to build a nest under the porch stairs.
The next day, Maggie came home from school and picked Selma out of her cuddly kitty bed and brought her out onto the porch where Selma visited with her new friend Marty until it was time for supper.
The End….
Every day, Maggie would come home from school, go to Selma’s little kitty bed, pick her up and take her outside to the front porch. Then Maggie would place Selma on her small lap and stroke her back for hours in an old rocking chair until supper was ready.
One day, Selma was waiting for Maggie to come home from school when the door opened and Maggie came running inside the house, right past Selma’s bed.
“I’m going to Liz’s house to spend the night, Mom,” she shouted at her mother. Then Maggie ran upstairs to gather her things.
“What’s Liz’s house?” Selma thought to herself.
Suddenly, Maggie came running downstairs with her overnight bag and started walking toward the front door.
“Where is she going?” Selma thought as she got out of her cuddly cat bed and followed her owner to the door.
“Meow,” cried Selma as she stood in front of Maggie’s feet.
“No, Selma,” said Maggie as she patted the top of Selma’s head. “You can’t come with me. I am staying at a friend’s house tonight.”
Selma moved to the side of the door as Maggie opened it and walked out with Selma following closely behind. Selma sat on the front porch as Maggie got into a parked car that had been waiting for her in the farm’s driveway.
“Meow,” Selma cried but her small owner didn’t notice. She was already talking to her friends inside the car that was now moving slowly down the farm’s driveway.
“I must catch her,” Selma thought and quickly began running at full speed down the driveway toward the road.
After a few moments of running, Selma reached the end of the farm’s long driveway and noticed that the car was out of sight. When Selma stopped for a moment to catch her breath, realized she was far from home.
“I have never been this far away from home before,” Selma thought to herself. “Where am I?” Selma began to look around in confusion. “Oh, no!” she thought. “What am I going to do?”
Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.
“Squeak….!” came a noise from under Selma’s furry paw.
“What was that?” shrieked Selma in confusion.
“Squeak, eek, eeek….” came the noise again.
Selma lifted her paw to reveal a small brown mouse cowering under her furry little cat pads.
“Please, don’t eat me!” the mouse cried out in fear.
“Eat you?” Selma asked the mouse. “Why would I want to eat you, you’re not cat food!”
“Cat food?” said the mouse. “Oh, you must be an indoor cat!”
“Why, yes!” Selma informed the mouse proudly. “I am an indoor cat, but I do visit the porch sometimes with my owner, Maggie.”
“Oh! Well, what are you doing out here then?” asked the mouse.
“My owner, Maggie, got into a car and it drove away. So I tried to follow but now I’m lost. I have never been off the porch before.”
“I can help you find your way back!” said the little mouse.
“You can?” exclaimed Selma happily.
“Sure, if you promise not to eat me!” said the mouse.
“I promise,” Selma told the mouse as they started making their way back to the farm house. “My name is Selma.”
“Mine’s Marty,” the little mouse introduced himself as they walked up the driveway.
Soon after, Selma and Marty had made their way to the farm house and were on the front porch talking before Selma had to go in for the night, when Selma had a terrific idea.
“I think you should live here under the porch stairs!” Selma exclaimed to the mouse. “I can help you build a nest, that way we can see each other every day!”
“I think that’s a great idea!” cried the mouse and they began gathering up materials to build a nest under the porch stairs.
The next day, Maggie came home from school and picked Selma out of her cuddly kitty bed and brought her out onto the porch where Selma visited with her new friend Marty until it was time for supper.
The End….
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Mr. Turtle Goes to the Doctor:
Once upon a time, there lived a turtle called Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day, Mr. Turtle was inside his large log home when he got a knock on the door.
“I wonder who that could be,” he thought as he went to answer the front door. “I am not expecting any company today.”
When he opened the door he found Mrs. Wolf, delivering the mail.
“Why, hello Mrs. Wolf!” greeted Mr. Turtle. “How are you doing today?”
“Hello, Mr. Turtle.” replied Mrs. Wolf. “I am doing well. I just have a note for you from Dr. Hedgehog. He wants you to come in today for your shot so you don’t get sick this year.”
“Oh, no! A shot!” Mr. Turtle said fearfully. “I hate shots! They hurt!”
“Now, now, Mr. Turtle. We don’t want you getting sick this year.” said Mrs. Wolf. “You best go in today and get that shot or you’ll get sick. It won’t hurt a bit, I promise.
“Okay.” replied Mr. Turtle. “I guess I don’t want to get sick. You promise it won’t hurt?” Mr. Turtle asked.
“I promise, Mr. Turtle. I will tell the doctor to take good care of you,” Mrs. Wolf assured Mr. Turtle. She walked down his path and out of sight.
Mr. Turtle grabbed his blue light jacket from his coat closet and proceeded out the door and to Dr. Hedgehog’s office to get his shot.
When Mr. Turtle got to the doctor’s office he was placed in an exam room while he waited for the doctor to come in and give him his shot.
A few minutes later, Dr. Hedgehog appeared in the exam room with the Mr. Turtle’s shot in his hand.
“Now there, Mr. Turtle,” said the doctor. “I hear from Mrs. Wolf that you’re afraid to get your shot?”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Turtle. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“Nonsense,” Dr. Hedgehog replied. “Shots don’t hurt! All you will feel is a small prick and a tingly sensation and then the shot will be over.”
“It will?” asked Mr. Turtle with excitement.
“Oh, yes.” said the doctor. “You won’t feel a thing. Now turn to your left for me and hold out your arm.”
Mr. Turtle did as Dr. Hedgehog asked and turned and held out his arm while the doctor gave him his shot.
“There you are, Mr. Turtle.” said the doctor.
“What?” said Mr. Turtle. “You’re done?”
“Yes, Mr. Turtle. I am,” said Dr. Hedgehog. I told you it wouldn’t hurt, didn’t I?”
“But, I didn’t feel a thing!”
“That’s good. Remember, Mr. Turtle, you should always get your shots from the doctor because if not you will get sick. I told you it wouldn’t hurt and it didn’t, did it?”
“No, I didn’t feel a thing,” replied Mr. Turtle as he jumped off the exam table. “You’re right, doctor. I’m glad that I came in today to get my shot. Now I won’t be sick all year!”
“See you next year, Mr. Turtle!” said the doctor.
“See you next year, Doctor.” said Mr. Turtle as he walked out of the doctor’s office back to his log home.
The End…
“I wonder who that could be,” he thought as he went to answer the front door. “I am not expecting any company today.”
When he opened the door he found Mrs. Wolf, delivering the mail.
“Why, hello Mrs. Wolf!” greeted Mr. Turtle. “How are you doing today?”
“Hello, Mr. Turtle.” replied Mrs. Wolf. “I am doing well. I just have a note for you from Dr. Hedgehog. He wants you to come in today for your shot so you don’t get sick this year.”
“Oh, no! A shot!” Mr. Turtle said fearfully. “I hate shots! They hurt!”
“Now, now, Mr. Turtle. We don’t want you getting sick this year.” said Mrs. Wolf. “You best go in today and get that shot or you’ll get sick. It won’t hurt a bit, I promise.
“Okay.” replied Mr. Turtle. “I guess I don’t want to get sick. You promise it won’t hurt?” Mr. Turtle asked.
“I promise, Mr. Turtle. I will tell the doctor to take good care of you,” Mrs. Wolf assured Mr. Turtle. She walked down his path and out of sight.
Mr. Turtle grabbed his blue light jacket from his coat closet and proceeded out the door and to Dr. Hedgehog’s office to get his shot.
When Mr. Turtle got to the doctor’s office he was placed in an exam room while he waited for the doctor to come in and give him his shot.
A few minutes later, Dr. Hedgehog appeared in the exam room with the Mr. Turtle’s shot in his hand.
“Now there, Mr. Turtle,” said the doctor. “I hear from Mrs. Wolf that you’re afraid to get your shot?”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Turtle. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“Nonsense,” Dr. Hedgehog replied. “Shots don’t hurt! All you will feel is a small prick and a tingly sensation and then the shot will be over.”
“It will?” asked Mr. Turtle with excitement.
“Oh, yes.” said the doctor. “You won’t feel a thing. Now turn to your left for me and hold out your arm.”
Mr. Turtle did as Dr. Hedgehog asked and turned and held out his arm while the doctor gave him his shot.
“There you are, Mr. Turtle.” said the doctor.
“What?” said Mr. Turtle. “You’re done?”
“Yes, Mr. Turtle. I am,” said Dr. Hedgehog. I told you it wouldn’t hurt, didn’t I?”
“But, I didn’t feel a thing!”
“That’s good. Remember, Mr. Turtle, you should always get your shots from the doctor because if not you will get sick. I told you it wouldn’t hurt and it didn’t, did it?”
“No, I didn’t feel a thing,” replied Mr. Turtle as he jumped off the exam table. “You’re right, doctor. I’m glad that I came in today to get my shot. Now I won’t be sick all year!”
“See you next year, Mr. Turtle!” said the doctor.
“See you next year, Doctor.” said Mr. Turtle as he walked out of the doctor’s office back to his log home.
The End…
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Mr. Turtle Goes to the Market
Once upon a time there was a turtle named Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day Mr. Turtle got invited to a picnic. Mr. Turtle had to bring a watermelon and this meant that he had to go to the market. So Mr. Turtle went to the market to select a watermelon, though he wasn’t sure how to pick one out. “How do I tell which one is ready to eat?” Mr. Turtle thought. “I need to ask for help.”Just then Mr. Turtle noticed Ducky, the store owner nearby. “Ducky, can you help me select a watermelon for a picnic?” asked Mr. Turtle. “Why, yes!” replied Ducky. “I would be glad to help you.” “Here’s how you pick out a watermelon.” Ducky told Mr. Turtle as he picked up a big watermelon. “You select a watermelon, hold it up to your ear and tap on it. If it sounds empty, it’s ready to eat!” “Oh,” said Mr. Turtle. “I will try!” Mr. Turtle selected a watermelon and held it up to his ear and tapped on it. “Does it sound empty?” asked Ducky. “Yes, I think it does,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Why then, it’s ready to eat!” Ducky told Mr. Turtle. “You can take it to your picnic today.” “Thank you for all your help, Ducky,” Mr. Turtle said and shook Ducky’s wing. Then he headed to the checkout lane to buy his watermelon. After Mr. Turtle had left the market he walked to the picnic to meet his friends. “Hi, Mr. Turtle!” cried Melanie the Squirrel when she saw Mr. Turtle. “Are you here for the picnic?” “Yes, I am and I have the watermelon you asked for,” said Mr. Turtle as he handed Melanie the fruit. “Thank you, Mr. Turtle,” Melanie said as she took the watermelon. Then Mr. Turtle and Melanie sat down with all their friends and enjoyed the picnic!
THE END…
THE END…
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