What The Wind Blew In

By Marilyn B. Wassmann

Marilyn Benjamin Wassmann was born in a leap year and earned four degrees-two in art history, one in library science, and one in studio art. Before retiring in 2011, Marilyn worked as an art cataloger at the Library of Congress. She has illustrated and contributed to anthologies for the Greenbelt Writers Group. In 2016, she published Pen Scratch

• Language: English
• Publisher: Writers Branding LLC
• Release date: Mar 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781954341302

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WHAT THE WIND BLEW IN:

6 stories to read with children

Copyright © 2022 by Marilyn B. Wassmann

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ISBN: (Ebook) 978-1954341302

Writers’ Branding revised date: 03/10/2021

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WHAT THE

WIND BLEW IN

6 stories to read with children

written and illustrated by

Marilyn B. Wassmann

with the assistance of

Paul A. Wassmann

Table of Contents

TIPTOE THROUGH THE TOADSTOOLS

BALLAD OF THE BIRDHOUSE

TALE OF A TIGGER

Why cry Butterfly?

FLUBE-A-DUBE

MICE WORKS

Pretend that the WIND blew these by!

Yet know in truth that it was I.

I’m the author and artist capturing tales with lines;

creating couplets and shapes that celebrate rhyme.

Tis a joy to write in verse, I’ve found.

So please enjoy these words and sounds ...

TIPTOE THROUGH THE TOADSTOOLS

Once upon a time today,

to begin this special rhyme in May.

Under mushrooms, tiny toadstools,

between our willow and oak tree,

an inch high imp just happened to be.

Beneath a sky wearing world-weary gray, while

ambling my meadow-bound way,

on a moment when the sun peaked through,

before clouds came and its smile withdrew. The

winds were spreading the echo of a laugh. A

sunray caught his imp-size shadow slipping past.