More Stories and Other Stuff for Kids of All Ages: Book 2

By Judy Wolfman

Children of all ages enjoy hearing a story read to them—sometimes the same one over and over. Reading aloud is more than reading words. It involves some simple theatrical skills by using your voice to sound like a character in the story. This makes the story come alive and is more interesting to the child.

The stories in this book are appropriate for all ages, from preschool through adulthood. Some of the stories are funny or silly, some may touch a child’s heart, and some provide information a child may not know. But all of the stories are enjoyable.

There may be times when reading a story is not possible, like while driving a car or walking through a store. That’s when the story can be told, using your own creative adaptations. Whether you read or tell a story, make it a fun time for you both. Enjoy the stories!

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jan 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9781546274964

Judy Wolfman

A retired elementary teacher, Judy Wolfman has had many books, plays, magazine articles, short stories and poems published. Most of her works is fiction for children, but some is historical fiction for all ages. In 1989, Judy became a professional storyteller and has told stories at various venues, including foreign countries and on cruise ships. She founded a reader's theatre troupe that performed throughout York County, Pennsylvania. Judy now lives at Country Meadows, where she conducts a variety of workshops for the residents. A mother of three grown children and four grandchildren, Judy resides in York, Pennsylvania.

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More Stories and Other Stuff for Kids of All Ages

Book 2

Judy Wolfman

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Published by AuthorHouse 01/25/2019

ISBN: 978-1-5462-7483-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-7496-4 (e)

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CONTENTS

For The Very Young

Always Remember

Good Job!

Hello, World

May Day! May Day!

No Way!

Ted’s New Doll

Boris The Worm

Strike!

Stuck

What’s That Noise?

Sleepyhead

Kids With Special Needs

Between Two Worlds

Just Like Joey

Living With Tourette’s Syndrome

Don’t Call Me Weirdo

No One To Call Mom

Out In The Open

Older Kids

Unexpected Honor

I Want To Be Your Friend

Judith Is A Ju – Franklin Is A Frank

Pee, Poop And Farts

That’s My Mama

The Poor Shepherd And His Treasure Chest

The President’s New Clothes

Under The Knife

I Am The American Flag

FOR THE VERY YOUNG

ALWAYS REMEMBER

Mama, I found a dead bee today, Jason said. Why did it die?

Sometimes bees die after they sting someone. Maybe that’s why it died.

If a bee stings me, will I die?

His mother gently rubbed his hand. You’re not allergic to bee stings, so you’ll be safe, she said.

Jason put the bee in a small box and buried it under the bush by the side of his house.

Mama, the flowers I picked for you died today, Jason said the next day. Why did they die?

Flowers die when they don’t have water. Maybe that’s why they died.

Will I die if I don’t get water?

His mother stroked his cheek. We have plenty of water, she said.

Jason put the dead flowers on top of the compost pile in the back yard.

Two days later, Jason ran to his mother. Mama, my goldfish died today. Why did it die?

Sometimes fish die when they eat too much. Maybe that’s why it died.

Will I die if I eat too much?

His mother smiled and patted his stomach. No, you’ll just get a big, round tummy, she said.

Jason flushed the goldfish down the toilet.

On Saturday, Jason’s dog, Freckles, died. Why did Freckles die? he asked.

Freckles choked on a bone. Sometimes that doesn’t let air get through and causes death.

Will I die if I choke on a bone?

His mother squeezed his shoulders. I’ll be there to get the bone out, she said.

Jason buried Freckles in a deep hole under the maple tree in the front yard. Tears streaked down his cheeks.

A week later, Jason’s best friend died. Mama, why did Mike die?

Mike was hit by a car last night. Sometimes cars going fast don’t see children who run into the street.

Will I die if I run into the street?

His mother rubbed his back. Not if you look for cars first, she said.

Jason went to Mike’s funeral and cried.

A few days later, Jason’s neighbor died. Mama, why did Mr. Underwood die?

He’d been sick for a long time. Sometimes people just don’t get better.

Will I die if I get sick?

His mother held him tightly. Doctors know how to take care of children and make them well, she said.

Jason went to the memorial service for Mr. Underwood and quietly said good-bye to his old neighbor.

One day, Jason found his mother crying. Grandma died today, she said.

Why did Grandma die? he asked.

Grandma lived a very long time. Sometimes when people live a long time, their hearts get tired of pumping and stop.

Jason went to his grandmother’s funeral, tightly held his mother’s hand, and cried while he said goodbye.

Mama, when the bee and the flowers and the goldfish and Freckles and Mike and Mr. Underwood and Grandma died, where did they go?

I’m not sure, Jason, but I like to think they went to heaven.

Do you think they’re happy there? Jason asked.

I think so, Mama said.

And I bet they’re all together now! Right?

They’re probably all looking down at you right now, Mama said.

Jason looked up at the sky and waved his hand back and forth. Hi everybody. I miss you and I think about you all.

Jason turned to his mother. Mama, when we die, will we go to heaven?

I hope so, Mama said.

Will the bee and the flowers and the goldfish and Freckles and Mike and Mr. Underwood and Grandma still be there?

I suspect they will.

Good, Jason said. Then someday I’ll see them all again.

Mama drew Jason close to her and put her cheek next to his. Always remember how you felt when you were with them, she said softly, and you’ll have that same feeling.

Hmmm, Jason said thoughtfully. That way, they’ll be with me forever.

GOOD JOB!

Sam, the puppy, ran to the farmhouse. On the way, he came to Duck. Duck was sitting on eggs in her nest.

Where are you going? Duck asked.

I’m going home to get a meaty bone to eat. I’m hungry.

I’m hungry, too, Duck said. But I can’t leave my nest. Would you sit on my eggs while I look for food? I’ll bring back a bone for you.

I don’t know how to sit on eggs, Sam said.

Duck showed Sam what to do. Sam carefully sat in the nest. He sat and waited.

Peck, peck, peck. Crack, crack, crack.

Uh, oh, Sam said. The eggs are breaking! What will Duck say when she comes back and finds I broke her eggs?

Soon Duck came back with a meaty bone for Sam.

That’s a great bone, Duck. You did a good job.

Sam stood up to get the bone. Three little ducks peeked out.

Duck looked at her ducklings and laughed. So did you, Sam!

HELLO, WORLD

The sun streamed through the window, warming Danny’s face. He opened his eyes, stretched, and yawned. He looked around his room.

"Hello, chair. Hello, bear.

"Hello, dog. Hello, frog.

Hello, bat. Hello, ball.

Danny threw back the covers. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the floor. Hello, slippers, he said, pushing his feet into them.

He put his arm in the sleeve of his bathrobe. Hello, robe.

Danny walked to the window and leaned out. Hello, flowers, and tree, and nest and birds, he yelled. He looked up. Hello, sky, and clouds and sun.

Danny sniffed the air. He smelled something very good. It came from the kitchen. He ran down the stairs, skipped into the kitchen, and put his arms around his mother.

Hello, Mom. What’s for breakfast?

MAY DAY! MAY DAY!

What’s our altitude, Ben? Mac Forbes said. He glanced at the young boy sitting in the co-pilot’s seat in his small private plane.

Altitude? Oh, you mean how high are we. Ben looked at the altimeter on the panel in front of him. We’re at 3,500 feet. He looked out the small window to his right. Not a cloud in the sky, Mr. Mac. This is a perfect day for flying. Ben shook his head and sighed. What a great birthday present. Not every kid goes out to lunch in an airplane.

Mac looked at his young neighbor. "Now that you’re a fourteen year old young man, it’s time to drop