Somewhere a New Day is Dawning

By Karen Hedda Nielsen

Are you looking for a children's bedtime book that is magical and entertaining, great for toddlers, and jam-packed with bedtime stories? This children's chapterbook has it all!

Bedtime rituals have a sort of magic about them. Family members can relax and reflect on the day, set their minds free, and enter the lands that stories and fairy t

• Language: English
• Publisher: Karen Nielsen
• Release date: Dec 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9783982399706

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Somewhere a New Day is Dawning

Bedtime Stories

Karen Nielsen

Translated by Rebecca Heier

Illustrated by Carolyn Frank

Illustrated by Jeanne Ee Wie Yen

IngramSparkmoon and stars

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Copyright of the German edition ©2020 by Karen Nielsen

Copyright of the English edition ©2022 by Karen Nielsen

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Cover Illustration by: JEANNE EE WIE YEN

and the snow-globe in the story: Flurry the snowman

and the lantern in the story: The Lantern Maker

Interior Illustrations by: CAROLYN FRANK

For my Family

Contents

About this Book

1. The Whisper Horse

2. Pinkaton – the Strawberry Lover

3. The Lantern Maker

4. The Queen's Piper

5. Flurry, the Snowman

6. Marbleland

7. Clem the Giant

8. Velvet Paw

9. The Frog Queen and Her Prince

10. The Pony that Brayed

Thank You

About the Author

About this Book

Bedtime rituals have a sort of magic about them. Family members can relax and reflect on the day, set their minds free, and enter the lands that stories and fairy tales open up to them.

Ten captivating tales succeed in gently luring big and little readers into a world full of enchantment. Get to know kindly giants, crafty foxes, impatient princesses and lonely snowmen.

Image Whisper Horse

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The Whisper Horse

stars and moon

Shall I tell you a bedtime story? asked Aunt Josephine as she brushed a curl back from Ruby's forehead. „I know one about a traveling circus.

Ruby had lots of curls. They fanned out on her pillow like twists of licorice.

She nodded eagerly. Her name was Ruby because that was the birthstone for July, the month she'd been born. Her birthday was on the 31 st, so she'd just made it. Lucky for her! Because her father said if she'd been born a day later, in August, they'd have had to name her for that month's traditional birthstone, the sardonyx. And what kind of name would that have been?!

Aunt Josephine smiled and tucked the upper corners of the duvet under Ruby's pillow and the lower corners around her feet so that she looked like a wrapped-up doll.

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„When I was little, there used to be circuses that came to town. They'd travel around to different cities and put on their show under the big top. Some of the acts even had animals. With trained ponies, for instance. Well, once there was a little girl like you, with freckles, round blue eyes and a button nose, whose name was Lucy, and she lived with her family in a small town called Lobberville, where the same circus came year after year.

This circus was absolutely terrific – the highlight of the town's year, except maybe for the county fair.

The circus, the circus people, and all of its acts were colorful, loud, and full of life. The acrobats, tight-rope artists, and clowns lived in wooden wagons they'd painted themselves, with cute curtains on the windows and little chimneys that stuck up from the roofs.

The circus horses, camels, and the elephant didn't have to stay cooped up in their wagons – they were pastured at Hans Hermann's dairy farm. During the day, people would stand by the pasture fence and look at those amazing exotic animals. The town buzzed with excitement. Because wouldn't you think it was fun to be on your way to kindergarten or the grocery store and happen to run across an elephant or a camel on the way?

That's exactly how it was with Lucy. Just the sound of circus music made her heart beat faster, and when she heard the far-off trumpeting of the elephant – well, you can just imagine what a thrill that was. But she liked the horses best of all: one cotton-white and the other black as coal. They did tricks in the circus ring. Perched on their heads were