Bears in the Woods #FallWritingFrenzy

I decided to enter the Fall Writing Frenzy hosted by Kaitlyn Sanchez.

The rules stated:

1. Select one of the images below and write about it.

It can be a poem, a story, a mood piece, or whatever comes to mind. Happy, scary, beautiful, grotesque, whatever suits your fancy for any kidlit age, board book through young adult. You can write about the picture in a literal or metaphorical way, or focus on a memory or emotion it elicits. Just let the photo inspire you and have fun!

I selected this photo #9 by Saliha Sevim on Pexels.com. (There were 14 to choose from.)

When I first looked at it, I got quite a sinister vibe from it, and that’s the way I started writing. However I decided that I didn’t want to go as grim as some of the fairy tales like Hansel and Gretal or Snow White, so toned it down in the end. I’m not sure how it works as a story for children, but since time to enter has run out, so has my time to revise.

Please pop over to Kaitlyn’s blog to read all the entries.

Bears in the Woods

“Where are we going? Mama?”

“Why are we going into the woods, Mama?”

Mama just smiled and sang, “If you go down to the woods today . . .”

“Are there bears, Mama?”

“Mama. Are there bears?”

“It’s dark, Mama. Can we go home now?”

“Don’t worry, Billy. You’re with Mama. Nothing will hurt you.”

“But it’s scary. There’s bears. And monsters.”

“There’s no monsters, and the bears—”

He pulled his hand from hers and ran.

“—are just teddy—. Billy!”

Blinded by tears and monstrous fears,

he ran willy-nilly,

kicking up dry autumn leaves,

head-first into spider webs,

through prickly bushes.

Mama ran after him. “Billy! Billy!’ His comfort doll hung limply over her arm.

He didn’t hear. He kept running, running, running. He wanted out of the deep dark terrifying bear-infested woods. Finally, he collapsed in a pile of leaves, no longer able to outrun the fears.

Rustle! Rustle! Something’s nearby. Shhh!

People’s voices? Children’s voices.

Billy peered around the tree. In a clearing, children were singing to teddy bears and toys. Adults were talking. In the middle, was Mama, crying.

“Mama! Mama!” Billy called.

She scooped him up. “Oh, silly Billy. They’re only teddy bears.”

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Blanket #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a blanket. Any interpretation works! What happens to a story when you give a character the prop of a blanket? Is the blanket the story? Is it a memory container, a source of comfort, or smothering? Go where the prompt leads!

For my story, I used the word blanket to mean cover, obscure or block, in particular, like a cloud blocking the sun. The inspiration came from a recent post called Enveloping Tranquility by blogger friend Annika Perry, in which she mentioned ‘a cloud of butterflies’. If you haven’t done so already, please pop over to Annika’s blog and read her delightful post.

I loved the idea and wondered at the thought of a cloud of butterflies obscuring, or blanketing, the sun. That’s where my imagination took me, perhaps not as far as the imaginations of the children in my story though. I hope you enjoy it.

A Cloud of Butterflies

“I’m gunna dig all the way through the world and come out in China,” said Nathan.

“I’m going to the moon,” said Mandy.

“You can’t get to the moon this way.”

“Can too!”

“The moon’s in space, silly.”

“So?”

Nathan sighed. “Let’s just dig.”

“It’s really deep,” said Mandy in a little while. “We can stand in it now.”

“Yeah!” said Nathan. He continued digging. “I hope it doesn’t rain. Tell that cloud to go away.”

Mandy shook her fist. “Go away cloud!” Then she said, “It’s not a cloud. It’s butterflies!”

“Wow!” said Nathan. “A cloud of butterflies!”

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A few years ago, 2015 to be exact, I was fascinated by a huge kaleidoscope (swarm) of blue tiger butterflies as they migrated northwards in autumn. I’ve always loved the word kaleidoscope as the collective noun for butterflies, but how appropriate cloud is too. The migrating butterflies may not have blocked the sun like a blanket, but they cast shadows on the sand as they flew over the beach. Magnificent!

If you’d like to read more about the blue tiger butterflies, follow this link and scroll down a couple of paragraphs, or follow this link. In this second article, the migrating butterflies are referred to as a cloud. So, there it was all along.

Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Insect Nation, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.

Insect Nation #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the insect nation. You can focus on a particular insect or all insects. Is your story one of acceptance and understanding? Scientific knowledge? Or apocalyptic horror? Get bugged and go where the prompt leads!

I’ve stayed at the family party with Josie, the aunts and the stranger from previous stories for a bit more fun. I hope you enjoy it.

Mealtime chit-chat

“What have we got?” Finally, the stranger, now identified as Paul, asked a question.

“The usual for one of these shindigs,” said Josie. “Aunt Agnes’s lasagne, Clara’s meatballs, Priscilla’s chicken fricassee and Joe’s sliced meats.”

“And for dessert, there’s Marie’s apple pie and Josh’s lumpy custard. Looks like Great-Aunt Rose has added berries to her strawberry jelly,” said Josie, taking a scoop.

“Blaaah!” Josie spat the jelly. “That’s not a berry!”

“It’s just a fly.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Flies don’t hurt. Extra protein.”

“Then you have it,” said Josie, shoving the plate into him and storming off.

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I used two real events for inspiration.

The first occurred at a family party when one of the dishes served up was a lasagne, which I’m sure would have been delicious if I could have ignored the flies (just one or two) baked into the top layer of béchamel sauce.

The second was a crunchy cappuccino I had once, that forever ended my love affair with cappuccino. When I removed the crunchy bit from my mouth to investigate what it was, I discovered it was a fly. The establishment was very good. They apologised and offered to make me another one. I’m not sure if I accepted their offer, but I’ve never ordered another cappuccino.

Flies and the Australian summer go hand in hand. I’m never keen on their company, and abhor them as a food source.

Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Southwest Pumpkins, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.

Southwest Pumpkins #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that depicts the painting, “Southwest Pumpkins” by TOJ. Feel free to explore the nuances — do you focus on the art or seek a story? What vibes do you get? Who shows up to enter the image? What happens? Go where the prompt leads!

I thought of the painting as a scene from a doorway. I wondered what the doorway led to or from, and who was standing in it and why. My story relates to those ponderings. I hope you enjoy it.

The Next Leg

The distant mountains did a thumbs up as if measuring how far the moon had still to travel before they’d reach their destination. While this taverna was welcoming, not all were so obliging, and the desert could never be thought of as a friend. They thanked their host and gathered their belongings, including replenished canteens and knapsacks. Grasping their hands firmly, the host wished them a safe journey. He advised on signs to seek and others to avoid. They bade farewell, but then, before they left, they finger framed the scene, a memory to guide them on their way.

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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt It’s Festa Time, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.

An invitation to read aloud – one of my favourite things – #readilearn

In August, I received a message from a former year one student of mine, inviting me to read to her prep class as part of her Book Week celebration. As reading to children is one of my favourite things and I consider read aloud to be one of the non-negotiables in any classroom, especially early childhood classrooms, I was delighted to accept. I was even more delighted to visit her as a teacher […]

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Festa #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a festa. It can be any festival, celebration, or use of the word. Is it food-related or an event? Is it an object or a shout-out? Who is involved and why? What happens? Go where the prompt leads!

For my response, I’ve stayed with Josie and the aunts I introduced in two previous stories, A Dark Horse and Whether the Weather. I’m not sure where these characters have come from, but I’m having fun getting to know them. Be assured that they are not based on anyone, currently or previously living, I know.

Family Fun

The celebration was progressing in the usual Festa fashion. The aunts huddled down one end, criticising and badmouthing anyone out of earshot, and even some who weren’t. The men propped up the bar ensuring they didn’t miss their fair share of the free-flowing beer. The children played spotlight outside, relishing the lack of supervision. Any young people whose protests had failed wished they were somewhere, anywhere, else. Including Josie. The stranger, who’d become more intriguing with the aunts’ warnings, was totally self-absorbed. Seems the cool exterior was just that. Nothing of substance below.  Now what was Josie to do?

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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt The Weather Arrives, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.

Jack’s Best Day Ever! by Gabrielle Bassett – a review – #readilearn

Today it is my pleasure to review a beautiful new picture book Jack’s Best Day Ever! written by Gabrielle Bassett, illustrated by Annabelle Hale and published by Woodslane Press. This post is part of a Books on Tour promotion.

About author Gabrielle Bassett

a mother and son

Gabrielle Bassett is a scientist, mum and author. She started her career as a Microbiologist. Later, she hung up her white coat and started working in recruitment and discovered she got great joy in finding other scientists their dream jobs.

Through her work in an Australian University, Gabrielle leads programs of work around disability inclusion, Indigenous employment and female leadership within STEM.

Jack, the boy in her story Jack’s Best Day Ever!, is based on her son.

You can connect with Gabrielle Bassett on Instagram and Facebook.

About illustrator Annabelle Hale

Annabelle graduated in 2017 and is an illustrator based in Melbourne, Australia. She loves drawing, dancing and spending time outdoors in nature.

Visit Annabelle Hale on her website Annabelle Hale or connect with her on Instagram and Facebook

About Jack’s Best Day Ever!

 For ages 4 – 8

Published by Woodslane Press

Jack loves anything that zooms, digs and races.

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The Arrival of the Weather #99WordStories

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about the arrival of the weather. It can mean any kind of weather event meteorological or mythological. Is the weather personified, random, or calculating? Where does it arrive? Is it typical or epoch-changing? Who is involved? And if the Womam Who Doesn’t Want Red Hair shows up, well, ask her what’s happening. Go where the prompt leads!

This is my response. I hope you enjoy it. I’ve drawn on the same group of characters as appeared in a previous story.

Whether the Weather

Thunderous footsteps echoed down the hall, announcing her arrival.

“Look what the storm blew in.” One aunt grimaced, nodding towards the figure in the doorway.

“I’d say she brought the storm with her. As usual,” said another, noticing the flashing eyes and dark clouds encircling her wild red hair.

“Don’t worry,” said a third. “It’ll just be a storm in her E-cup.”

“Don’t you mean teacup?” asked Josie.

“No,” said the third, patting her chest. “Elsie’s always too big for her E-cup.”

The aunts laughed, but as Elsie stormed towards them, their laughter evaporated as quickly as a sunshower.

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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Journey to Home can be read at the Carrot Ranch. Sadly, I missed that one. Perhaps I could have written about Josie’s journey home, if I’d thought of it.

readilearn is seven years old! Happy Birthday, readilearn! – #readilearn

Today, Thursday 24 August 2023, is readilearn’s seventh birthday. I think that’s something to celebrate. Thank you for joining our journey.

A birthday gift for you

To help us celebrate, we have a readilearn birthday gift for you.

For the next ten days, until Sunday 3 September 2023, three of our birthday resources are available to you, absolutely free.

Happy Birthday — an interactive resource to personalise (usually $2)

Happy Birthday is an interactive resource that can be personalised with the date, name and age of children celebrating their birthdays in your class. Click the music symbol to sing along with a birthday song. Choose “Print Page” to print a copy of the completed birthday certificate.

Make Words from the Word ‘Birthday’ (usually $2)

Make Words from the Word ‘Birthday’is a fun activity to do as a class on the interactive whiteboard. Children choose letters from the word ‘birthday’ to make other words. Each letter can be used only once. Words can be entered into the box using the keyboard. Work can be saved for another lesson if desired.

The Birthday Bundle (usually $2.50, or $7.50 if purchased individually)

The bundle includes the following 8 birthday-themed printable resources in one easy-to-download folder (note they are only free when downloaded as part of the bundle).

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Make time for Poetry in August, Poetry Month – #readilearn

Although we celebrated World Poetry Day with this post earlier in the year, the Australian Children’s Poetry website tells me that August is poetry month and I think there can never be too many days, weeks or months for reading and writing poetry. I even got into the swing of things by having my poem A Very Funny Animal published on the Australian Children’s Poetry website in early August. And just today, my poem Science Questions Everything was published to coincide with Science Week. Who knows, maybe there’ll be a few more this month.

Why read poetry to children?

Poetry is a great tool for learning language. When children listen to or recite poetry, they are learning the rhythms and sounds of language, exploring ideas and how to express them, expanding vocabularies, deepening understanding in nuances of meaning, and having fun with thoughts and their expression.

Children are exposed to rhythm and rhyme from their earliest days through nursery rhymes, chants and songs as well as the text of picture books. It is important for children to have opportunities for appreciating and exploring poetry into and throughout their school years. Our Australian Curriculum places poetry firmly into the literature strand of English teaching each year. But it is not necessary to relegate poetry just to a poetry unit of work when stipulated by the curriculum. Poetry, rhymes, chants and songs can be easily incorporated into the daily class program.

Poetry books and resources

The Australian Children’s Poetry website (mentioned above) is an excellent resource when you are looking for poems to share with children. With a new poem added every day, you will never be at a loss for poems to read. You can search for poems on different topics or by different poets and even find poems with teacher notes.

Another great resource is Science Poems by Celia Berrell with an abundance of poems that link to the curriculum.

The Bill Martin Jr Big Book of Poetry is one of my favourite collections. It contains a variety of poem types on a wide range of topics, including Mother Goose and nonsense rhymes, poems about animals, the seasons and friendships, classics poems and modern. It’s a delight to dip into. You’ll find poems you remember and loved in your childhood and new poems to explore.

Michael Rosen, who you may know as the author of Going on a Bear Hunt shares some recommendations for teaching poetry on his blog. Although the suggestions were written for a year one teacher, I think the suggestions could be applied in other years. Following his recommendations would more than cover the expectations of the Australian Curriculum, and what a wonderful way to turn children (and yourself) onto poetry.

A few years ago, I had the pleasure of interviewing Australian poet June Perkins about her beautiful book of poetry for children Magic Fish Dreaming. You can download and read that interview and find out more about June and her poetry here. Her poems are perfect for discussing poetic language and inspiring children to write poems of their own. Her poem Hunting for a Poem helps child find the magic for poems everywhere. June is one of the poets featured on the Australian Children’s Poetry website.

I also got to interview another wonderful poet Jennifer R. Poulter.  Although the interview (which you can read and download here) was about her picture book Hip Hop Hoorah! Zoo Dance, Jennifer is a great advocate for poetry in schools and provides

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