Pepe the Parrot’s Predicament

Pepe the Parrot’s Predicament

Hundreds of birds lived in the trees, and they all worked together to help each other. They huddled together in the trees to stay dry when it rained. When there was little food because of the flooding in the valley, they all shared their gatherings of seeds and grain from the fields. But not Pepe. He didn’t share the bananas that were put on his plate daily; neither did he use his ability to speak for them when they needed help. One day, the birds heard a bang and then a thump; a bird fell to the ground. Quickly, the birds in the trees swooped down to see if the little bird survived the fall. Was he breathing? They couldn’t tell as they gathered around him. “Quick, Pepe, go to the window and call for the boy, Ben. He will know what to do.”  Pepe mumbled...

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Happy Birthday America

by Peggy Cunningham On July 4th, I will wear my flag sweater. I am old—119 in dog years. But I’m not as old as my country, the United States of America. This year my country will be 235 years old and we will celebrate at my house with a big party. I can wear my flag sweater because it will be winter in July. I live with my parents in South America. The seasons are opposite here, which means while it is summer in the United States it is winter in South America. I am Kelsey Lee, Shih Tzu, girl dog, born 1994, in Florida, USA. (My special birth papers say so.) I am almost 17 years old in people years, which is old for a dog. I am proud to be an OLD American dog. Our country has a special birthday paper too, called the Declaration of Independence, signed on July...

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Sandals with a Voice

Sandals with a Voice

By Peggy Cunningham Paco lives in the Andes Mountains of South America. He is a shy little Quechua Indian boy.  Just like everyone else in his village, Paco wears sandals every day. They are made of rubber from old truck tires and they have a voice; but whose voice is it? To visit Paco’s village you have to drive up a winding, bumpy, mountain road.  On the way you can see llamas, sheep, and goats roaming the mountainside. Paco’s family is very poor; they live in a house made of mud bricks with a grass roof. His parents plant potatoes and tend to their animals.  Paco and his brothers and sisters help to milk the cows and work in the fields with their parents. One Christmas everyone in the village was very excited because missionaries were coming to visit and...

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Gorgeous George and the Giant Green Cactus

Gorgeous George and the Giant Green Cactus I am a giant, honestly. I live in Rumi Rancho, Bolivia with Wally the Watchdog. He is on vacation and I am in charge of guarding the house now. Whoopee! My friend Artie the Armadillo calls me “The Saint” because I’m a Saint Bernard. Actually, we are called giant dogs because we are sooooo big. Artie lives in the cactus field next to our house. She is very smart and teaches me new words every time we visit. Yesterday as we were chatting she said, “ George, you are gigantic. You must be able to fit a lot of words in that huge head of yours.” She taught me that gigantic means very big. Compared to Artie I am a giant; she’s tiny.  When she comes to visit, she squeezes under the fence between our yards. Being a...

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