Innholdsfortegnelse for November/December 2021 i Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

It’s Thanksgiving! Max, Kate, and their families are visiting Aunt Sue. Suddenly, Max points out of the patio doors. “Wow, look who else came over for breakfast!” Everyone peeks out to see a flock of wild turkeys. They are flapping and pecking at tasty acorns from Aunt Sue’s oak tree. “Big birds are dancing!” says Charlie, flapping his arms and gobbling like a turkey. Kate and Max join Charlie’s dance. Soon everyone is doing the Thanksgiving Turkey Trot!…

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 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. Tom checks the west yard. Graders, sweepers, rollers, and backhoes…

The new baby . . . tugs on my tail, shrieks a hurricane gale, steals my mom’s lap for her afternoon nap, laughs loud–GUFFAW!–as she steps on my paw, gurgles and spits, gets applause when she sits. But she . . . strokes my soft coat, and she tickles my throat, spills her milk–yum!–lets me lick off her thumb, opens up drawers I never sniffed in before, howls in the moonlight and kisses me goodnight. She’s still a bit soggy,but her first word was “doggy!”I guess she’s OK.The new baby can stay.…