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I Spy
Art by
Gabriele Tafuni Six colorful chameleons escaped during art class . . .
and they are very good at hiding. Can you spy all of them?

Answer on page 35.

art © 2016 by Gabriele Tafuni

e o ut for us!
Keep an ey We are go ing to roll
thro ugh this magazi
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 Art by Brita Granström
Max and Kate Story by Mick Manning

Max and Kate are visiting a potter's studio

with Kate's mommy.

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 Squishy,
squashy,
squo o shy
FUN!

Max and Kate grab lumps of gooey clay.

Kate is off to a flying start. She steps on a pedal,
and the potter's wheel whirls.
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Uh-oh, Max’s pot is spinning out of control!

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 The pots go into the kiln. It will heat up like an
oven and bake them all night!

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 The next day, Max and Kate's pots are hard.
But Max’s pot still looks funny!

it just !
e is
I lik ay it
w
the

“It will be pretty with flowers inside!”

chuckles Kate.

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 Sticky Situation by Diana Murray
Art by Terri Murphy

Sticky glue,
tricky glue,
sticks to strips
of green and blue.

Sticks to beads
and cotton fluff,
googly eyes,
and sparkly stuff.

Sticky glue,
tricky glue . . .
too bad it sticks
to fingers, too!

We're stuck!

8 art © 2016 by Terri Murphy

 A Picture of a Boat
by Eva Apelqvist P Art by Claudine Gévry

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art © 2016 by Claudine Gévry

oat
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 glass

puppy

showed the picture. Then nt to

the kitchen for a of water.

When returned with thee o

of water, he

couldn’t find his picture. Oh no! On the floor, saw

pieces of brown . He saw pieces of red . And

there on ’s nose was a piece of blue .

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 was sad. He flattened the colored pieces on
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the . Then he smiled. h

had a puzzle!

table

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 At the Dog Park by Deb Livingston Picker
Art by Rupert van Wyk

Dog park
Dogs bark
Say “hello”

Roll in snow Stop to think

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Take a drink Play catch

Sit and scratch Run fast

Can’t be last

Back on the leash Home to sleep

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 The Paw
by Barbara Martin-Flint
Art by Taeeun Yoo

Sarah skipped happily beside Mama. She was

on her way to visit the polar bear at his new home
in the zoo. They stopped by a shiny railing around
a large pool.
“There he is!” Sarah shouted. A big white bear
stepped slowly into the water.
Sarah and Mama followed a noisy crowd of people
down a long ramp into a large room. Everyone
crowded near a glass wall. Through the glass, Sarah
could see the bottom of the bear’s deep pool.

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 Children were calling the bear.
Babies were fussing. The room
was very warm. The air
felt moist. “Are we
in the bear’s house?”
Sarah asked.
Before Mama could
answer, the bear glided
around the curve in
the pool.
“Mama! Look at his big
paws!” Sarah shouted. The
bear was near the water’s
surface, above Sarah’s head.
Suddenly, the bear stopped
swimming. He flipped over
and floated upside down
in the water. He looked fat
and heavy in his wet fur.
Slowly, he turned over, putting his paws
under him. He dove downward toward the
glass. Children squealed. Some moved away
from the glass. Others pushed toward it.
“Look, Mama, look!” Sarah said. The bear
put one paw on the glass and pushed.

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 He rose to the surface
of the water and splashed
playfully.
Then he dove again to
the glass where the children
were watching. Again, they
squealed with delight.
“He wants to play with
us!” Sarah said. She reached
out to touch the glass, but
too many people were in
front of her. More than
anything, she wanted to
touch that glass.
“Pick me up, please!”
Sarah said.
Mama lifted Sarah high.
Sarah saw a family move
away from the glass. “Mama,
over there!” She pointed, and
they made their way through the crowd.
Mama lowered Sarah to the floor. Sarah pressed
her hand firmly on the glass. “Here he comes!”
she shouted.

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 The bear made a fast circle near the surface of the
pool. He dove swiftly to the bottom, near where Sarah
was standing. Sarah pressed her hand harder on the
glass. Her heart was pounding. Up close,
the bear was huge.
The bear put one paw on the
glass right on the spot where
Sarah’s hand was pressing. He
looked directly at her. It was
magic! His paw rested on the
glass for a moment. Sarah stood
completely still, her hand
small against his big paw.
Suddenly, he pushed off the
glass, moving quickly to
the surface of the pool.
“Sarah, the bear chose
to play with you!” Mama
exclaimed.
Very slowly, Sarah took
her hand from the glass. She
turned her face up toward
Mama’s happy smile and said,
“He likes me!”

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 yo u do this
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I’m a bear,
A clomp, clomp bear.

I play inside
My romp, romp lair.

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 When I need food,
I chomp, chomp seeds,

And then I
Stomp, stomp home to sleep.

by Jody Jensen Shaffer

Art by Steliyana Doneva
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 Snowy M orning
on Lark Street

Last night, a big storm covered Lark Street

with snow. Everyone is very busy this morning!
Mr. Thompson got up early to clear the street
with his snowplow. He waves at the Patel family.

Art by Kathleen Marcotte

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 The snow is blocking Mr. Russell’s door so Mia
brings his groceries. Jada and Gabriel get a ride!

What are Mrs. Chang and her children doing

with all that ice? 21
 Winter Fun at
By evening, the snow has been cleared from
the street, sidewalks, and Mr. Russell’s door.

r s. C hang an d her children

M put
uche s o n their ice the
in a l to scu
f lptu
res.

The Patel family

is snow bowling!

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Sparrow Hill Park
The neighbors have a party in Sparrow Hill
Park to celebrate the big snowfall.
Imagine you are at the party! How would you
have fun in the snow?

Mr. Russell
brought some
hot apple
cider.

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 Kitten in the Snow
A Traditional German Children’s Song I Art by Kristen Scribner

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ow, me - ow. Oh, kit - ten in the snow! BIG
kitty!

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Kitty!

Kitty!

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 Midnight and the Night Watchman

Snow falls. A thick white blanket covers the city

streets. Tom the night watchman clicks open the
padlock of the south truck yard. The cold metal
stings his fingers. He pushes the long gate wide open
for the salt trucks.
Drivers arrive and start up the engines. The salt
trucks roll to a nearby mountain of salt. A loader scoops
up bucketfuls and dumps them into the backs of the
trucks. They rumble off to plow and salt the streets for
the city’s busy traffic.
The night watchman is glad his two young children
are asleep at home, snuggled in bed. Every hour Tom
walks from one end of the truck yard to the other to
make sure everything is OK.
by John Sullivan
Art by John Joven
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 Tom checks the west yard. Graders, sweepers,
rollers, and backhoes sit as quiet as sleeping animals.
Then he walks through the repair shop. Hoists, jacks,
oilcans, air hoses, and tool cabinets fill the huge area.
Tom turns to walk back to the lobby, but
something darts out from under a truck.
“Aw, a kitten!” he exclaims. The kitten’s fur is
velvet black except for the white tip of her chin and
the white tips of her paws. “What are you doing
here at midnight? Come with me . . . Midnight.”
And just like that, the kitten has a name.

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 Midnight sits on the night
watchman’s desk and on his
shoulder. She rolls on his lap
as he rubs her stomach. She
looks up into his face with her
glistening eyes.
Tom takes a sandwich out of
his lunchbox. He offers a piece
to Midnight, and she gobbles it
down. He notices how skinny and
dirty she is. “A truck yard is no
place for a kitten,” he tells her.
“That kitten came in from the
cold a few days ago,” one of
the drivers tells Tom. “She eats
whatever scraps we give her.”
“Poor Midnight,” Tom says
to her. “Do you need a home?”
Midnight plays with Tom’s
cap and shoelaces. Tom crumples
up a sheet of paper and rolls it
on the floor. Midnight slaps and
chases it. Tom thinks of his
children. “I wish Rachel and
Brandon could see this!” he says.

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 Together Tom and Midnight watch the loader
and the trucks at the salt pile, their headlights
burning in the gloom. “They’re like giant insects
scurrying around an enormous pile of sugar,
Midnight. Giant insects with glowing eyes!”

Every hour Tom must make his rounds. Each

time he returns to the lobby, Midnight runs up to
him. But at 5:00 A.M., she isn’t there. “Midnight,” he
calls. “Midnight!” He looks under the desk. He looks
down the hall. He doesn’t see her anywhere.

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 A driver swings the lobby door wide open on his way
outside. Did Midnight follow a driver? Tom wonders.
Can she find her way back through all that snow?
Rumble! A truck hurries by. Is Midnight out in
the street with all those dangerous trucks?
Whoosh! The wind blows past the door as another
driver walks outside.
Tom steps out into the cold and looks down to the
far end of the building. A tiny dark figure stands out
against the snow and slowly moves toward him. Two
dots of light glow in front of it. “Midnight!” Her black
fur is speckled with snowflakes. Tom picks her up and
carries her inside. He pets her cold, wet fur till it’s
warm and dry. Midnight falls asleep.

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 The eastern horizon brightens. Through a
clearing in the clouds, the rising sun lights up
the whole sky. “Sunrise is beautiful to everyone,
Midnight, but especially to a
night watchman!” Tom says.
Whishhh! The sound of tires
on the wet, salted streets means
the snow has been cleared.
Melvin the day watchman
arrives, and Tom’s workday ends.
“Have a good one,” Tom says.
“You, too,” Melvin replies.
Tom picks up the kitten. “Bye,
Midnight,” he says. “We had a
good time together last night. I
hope somebody will give you a
good home.” He puts Midnight
down, picks up his lunchbox, and
walks toward the door.
Midnight follows him. Just
as he reaches the door, Tom stops
and scoops her up in his arms.
“Come along with me, Midnight.
From now on, you can watch me
at home!”

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Look how big these Oh, it's getting

snowballs are getting! very steep here,
Muddle!

by John Sandford
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Y IKES!
WHOA!

YOWEE!

That's not what

I had in mind.
Let's have some hot
chocolate, and then
we can start over!

I think it's
bee-yooo-
tee-ful!

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 Winter Hello
Art by Shirley Beckes

Welcome friends, birds, and small

creatures that pass by your home
with your own icy art!

What You’ll Need:

empty plastic deli container
small treasures
yarn or string
purified water

What to Do:
1. Take a winter walk, inside or outside,
to look for treasures that will fit in the
bottom of your container. You might
find beads, buttons, leaves, pine needles,
flower petals—whatever you like!

2. Arrange the treasures in your container.

Make a loop with the yarn and place
both ends in the container, with the loop
hanging over the edge.

3. Pour in enough water to cover your

art © 2016 by Shirley Beckes

treasures and the ends of the yarn.

Freeze overnight.

4. In the morning, pop your icy art out

of the container and hang it outside.
It will catch the sun and say hello to
winter visitors!
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