Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer

By Kim Friesen

Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer is the story of an eight-week-old beagle puppy and her valiant efforts along her journey to bring back the sun’s smile (to make it shine) so she can save summer. The story not only utilizes a variety of different animals as characters (including her Grandpa Beagle, whom she starts the journey for), a rabbit named Cosmo, a wolf named Harlow, a camel named Baron, a hyena named Roxy, and a lion named Abu), but also seamlessly threads in pirates, a king named King Wenzal and his kingdom, a wizard named Mogley, and most significantly a dragon named Atticus as keys to her ultimate success. The roles these characters play in her discoveries, along with others not mentioned herein, are waiting to be discovered in the pages of Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer. This eBook appeals to both boys and girls.

Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer’s goal is to both connect with and inspire children to face challenges head on and to overcome difficulties – despite what anyone else thinks. The underlying message teaches children the importance of the sun to the Earth’s environment.

This eBook will take you on an adventure through many places where you will meet characters you will never forget. I’m confident that Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer will touch your heart, just as it did mine while I wrote it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Friesen
• Release date: Jun 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301128945

Kim Friesen

Hi, my name is Kim Friesen,I have published 2 eBooks that I wrote, Angelina Beaglina Saves Summer and Little Willow, as well as several articles:Island Parent – Victoria, BC. Article published titled Forty and Pregnant, on page 54/55 of the June 2008 edition. http://www.islandparent.ca/articles/forty.htmlHeart & Stroke Foundation of BC. Article published titled Stroke of Luck on their website during Stroke Month (June 2007). http://www.heartandstroke.ca/Monday Magazine – Victoria, BC. Article published titled Musings on Meditation on page 33 of the May 10 – 16, 2007 edition.Monday Magazine’s Supplement, Body, Mind, & Spirit – Victoria, BC. Article published titled Stroke of Luck on Page 19 of the Autumn 2005 edition.My next goal is to finish the drafts eBooks that I'm writing about the stroke I suffered in 2003, as well as one of some of the poetry I've written. I’m also very excited to get some of the songs I’ve written published. I've written several articles too that you can read on my website, Kim Friesen - Mogillow Arts at www.mogillow.com. I welcome you to come and check them out!As you can see I'm active and relish at being a mom to my wonderful little boy and furry family and being married to my awesome husband. There is nothing better than living with them here on the beautiful West Coast of Canada on Vancouver Island while I write books, poetry, lyrics (with simple chords), and articles related to events and people that have affected my life.I hope that you enjoy reading my writings and that the future is bright and generous to us all!Cheers,Kim

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ANGELINA BEAGLINA SAVES SUMMER

Kim Friesen

Copyright © 2013 Kim Friesen, Mogillow Arts

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CHAPTER 1

Gotcha! Angelina yelped, as she pounced on her sister, Teeny.

Teeny, lay in the whelping box and squirmed and squealed in delight No, Angelina, no, stop, that tickles!

Angelina smiled as she burrowed her nose deeper into her sister’s belly and, like a pig, snorted, Snort, snort, snort, snort!

Angelina, an eight-week-old beagle puppy, was beautiful. With round, expressive eyes, large floppy milk chocolates coloured ears, and a white mouth dusted in fawn-coloured freckles. The fur that covered her tiny beagle puppy body was the colour of coal, with a brown patch, the colour of tree trunks that ran straight down her back. With a chubby, white belly and paws suggestive of vanilla ice cream, Angelina’s personality, just like that ice cream, was sweet and delightful. Yet, despite all of this, what stood out most on the beagle puppy was her tail. The colour of tar tipped in white it stood straight and tall and looked like some mischievous child had dipped it in icing sugar.

Ha, ha, gotcha! Angelina cried, as Teeny struggled beneath her.

Angelina loosened her grip on her sister's fur and sat back on her hind paws. Teeny had bumped into their brother, Skippy, and even while he slept, his brows wrinkled together and he’d grumbled as he rolled over. The two girls held their breath. Skippy, the most serious one of the litter, did not like being woken up.

As Angelina moved away from her brother, she looked over at her seven other siblings, all fast asleep. She sighed. Come on Teeny, we better try to catch a nap too.

She yawned as she stared at the pile of puppies that slept around her; it looked as if she had fallen into a bowl of chocolate and caramel sundae with marshmallows on top: a mix of black, brown, fawn, and white all swirled together!

Angelina stretched out her legs and yawned as she settled down next to Teeny, who had already fallen asleep. Just as she too was about to shut her eyes though, Angelina noticed Grandpa Beagle as he waddled towards them. She was quiet as she peeled herself away from the others, and ran to where her grandfather now stood.

Although Grandpa Beagle’s first name was Herbert, no one ever called him that. Instead, everyone, even the cows, the horses, the chickens, the pigs, and even the sheep, called him Grandpa Beagle. He had short, stumpy legs and a gigantic, round belly that almost touched the ground. Tired and stiff, he waddled a lot more these days when he walked. His fur, once the same the colours as Angelina’s, was faded, dusted, in white, and his brows caught in such a deep furrow, many layers of wrinkles covered his face. Grandpa Beagle’s tail had the same white tip as Angelina’s, yet over the years had begun to wilt.

Angelina’s eyes lit up as she reached where her grandfather stood. Hi Grandpa Beagle, Angelina whispered, so as not wake up her siblings.

Hi Angelina, how are you, sweetie? Grandpa Beagle whispered back.

I’m good, Grandpa Beagle. How are you? she asked as she gave him a quick hug.

Oh, he said, with a sigh, not so good today. I’m tired from all the rains and my bones are achy and sore. Grandpa Beagle’s brows crinkled tighter as he continued. I can’t help but wish that the sun smiled again to warm up my body like it used to when I was a boy. Grandpa Beagle distant gaze now fell back onto his granddaughter.

Angelina noticed the sag in Grandpa Beagle’s shoulders. The sight shocked her. She’d never seen her grandpa look so sad. She was puzzled, worried that her grandpa might be ill. Everyone knew that the sun didn’t smile.

You know, Grandpa Beagle, Angelina said in a soft voice, "I think you must be tired. I am going to take you home so you can get some rest. Come on now.

Grandpa Beagle smiled as another far away look spread across his face. When I was a puppy, he began, my favorite days were spent on my back, with my feet in the air as the sun shone upon my belly. I loved the warmth of the summer sun as it shone down upon me. Grandpa Beagle’s eyes were glazed over now, lost in another time.

What, a sun that shone and now summer? Angelina’s mind raced as she wondered if her grandpa was right, or if maybe she ought to get her momma to talk to him.

"Grandpa Beagle, I do remember the time the old barn cat Harry said something about summer and that the sun used to smile, but I never believed him. I just thought he said that because he