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NEW
LOOK
Our text has been revised. We no
longer make frequent use of the he/she, his/her,
himself/herself, etc.,
gender friendly terms. Some readers find the frequent usage
distracting. While we do seek to be accommodating to gender
sensitivities, we now make use of the generic he, him, etc. without attaching any male chauvinistic slant
to these terms. We trust that for the sake of simplicity and
clarity, everyone will understand the merit of this
change.
Kids, check this website: Paws and
Tails
Section
1
For Younger Children
Ages 3-5
Children Love To
Learn
The teacher said, "Tom, can you tell me what a
sheep is?"
Tom said, "Isn’t that a really big and funny dog
with really long hair?"
The teacher smiled and said, "It is something
like that. But sheep are not really dogs. They eat grass and
give us wool."
Then, the teacher said, "Mary, do you know what
the Bible says about sheep?"
Mary said, "The sheep go to a tray."
The teacher smiled and said, "Mary, I think you
mean that sheep go astray. That is a word that means
that sheep get lost from the man who takes care of them. Do
you know why sheep get lost, Robert?" the teacher said.
Robert said, "Because they don’t know how to get
home."
The teacher said, "Thank you Robert. The sheep
don’t know the way home. They must let the shepherd show them
the way. The shepherd is the one who takes care of the sheep.
If the sheep go away from the shepherd, they do not have
anyone to show them the way home."
Jane raised her hand and said, "How do the sheep
get lost?"
The teacher said, "Sometimes sheep get too busy
eating and walking that they forget to stay with the shepherd.
And the good shepherd will hunt sheep that go astray until he
finds them. Then he brings them back to the other sheep where
they will be safe."
Bill raised his hand and said, "Is that like the
story Jesus told about one of His sheep that got lost?"
The teacher said, "Very good, Bill. Jesus did
tell that story to show His love for us. He came from heaven
to find us. We are like sheep and we get lost. Jesus loves us
and goes to find us when we are lost."
Section
2
For Older Children
Ages 8-15
When Jenkins Invites
Himself
The rap on the door seemed hardly
more than a twig knocking on the door,
And the master of the house walked heavily across the
floor,
For, you see, his keen hearing told
him that something was afoot
And he hesitated not to check it out and kicked his old
boot
Against a box and pushed it aside as
nothing unusual at all
And thrust open the door as he started to
call…
But he could see no one and turned
to leave, but before he closed his door,
A call so faint that made the master strain as he
looked toward the floor.
There a mouse tipped his hat and
smiled with the confidence of a lion.
“Good morning, sir,” he began, as he chewed on a
dandelion.
“If I may, I’d like the good
pleasure of addressing the master of the
house,
For, my dear sir, I am a most gentle and loving
mouse!”
“Indeed, you say you are,” came the
gruff response, as the master frowned.
“I am the master of the house and have never seen a
good mouse.
You may say this or you may say that
and you may say it all around,
But for all you say, no matter what, you’ll never enter
this house,
And that is that. The word is
final. I have a
cat! And my cat
will see to that.
So while you can do it, you’d better flee. My cat is fast, and
that is that.”
“Oh, but my dear sir,” the mouse
began to squeak, “I’m sure your cat and I can make a
deal.
I’m quite a mouse, you know. And I’ll be as quiet as a
mouse, so, I feel…
I mean, you could give a chance, no
doubt, for a mouse like me to rent,
Just a small corner somewhere, maybe even under a
couch, you know
You would hardly know I’m here. Please consider my
gentle intent
And let’s just you and I—and of course your cat—go with
the flow.”
“I warned you, flimsy little beast,”
scolded the master.
“I hear the cat on his way.
Now, you had your chance to leave and continued to stay
and stay.
Soon you will be hash for the cat’s
delight; such will be a gruesome sight
And such an end will be suitable and fine for this very
day, indeed, just right!
What? I do believe I heard
the cat hissing from the shadows back
there,
Making his way toward you with killing skills sharp and
fair!”
Into the light loomed the big furry
cat, displaying his yellowish orange with a
threat.
Moving instantly toward the open door as though to
close the net,
When suddenly a joyful sound rang
out like the chiming of bells all around,
“Morris!” the mouse’s word echoed loud with a
resonating, exciting sound,
“Can it be after all this time,” the
mouse continued with a spirit of glee,
“That I have found you, old friend? Have you really missed
an old friend—me?”
“Clancy,” shouted the cat with a
sound of jubilant delight, “can that be
you?”
“Oh, Morris, my name is Jenkins,” the mouse laughed and
pointed, too.
“Oh, yeah,” said the cat at last,
“and never mind that.
Let me show you around.”
And the two danced away into the house, leaving the
master without another sound.
And the master wandered what a twist
this turned out to be—oh, the very dread!
But the master himself also faded into the big house
and scratched his head.
Something to Think
About
Listen to the listening of a listenor.
What
does the listenee say that could be more
Than what the
listenor would listen to
If the listenee were
you?
Section
3
For Gifted Children
Teacher Appreciation
To be or not to be; this is the question for
all you students who seek knowledge. You gifted students, yes,
you dearly gifted students, find it difficult indeed to locate
a teacher who is even up to your level.
Despair not, nor cast aside life like some old
blanket which has outlived its usefulness. Believe it or not,
teachers are delicate creatures who need your patience and
understanding. Remember, they can be threatened by the very
notion that some students like you scrutinize their every word
and see through their thin veil of composure, knowing that at
any given second you could open your mouth and expose their
embarrassing and humiliating ignorance.
Therefore, be courageous, young students, and
endure the formality of attention for the sake and well being
of your struggling teachers. Imagine what it would be like if
you yourselves were average persons in the role of trying
to teach students who already know far more than you
as teachers know. Press on and be the heroes of your
classes. Dare to arouse the interest of the class members to
declare one day out of the school year as teacher appreciation
day!
Riddles (Answers: click on each number below
for answer)
- Say kids, what goes up but rarely ever comes down?
1
- What is better than a big slice of grandma's apple pie?
2
- Why do elephants always walk across the plains? 3
- Where do babies come from? 4
- Why are there no hippos in the North Pole? 5
Bible
Trivia
Center of the Bible
What is the shortest chapter in the Bible? (Answer - Psalm
117)
What is the longest chapter in the Bible? (Answer -
Psalm 119)
Which chapter is in the center of the Bible?
(Answer - Psalm 118)
Fact: There are 594 chapters before
Psalm 118.
Fact: There are 594 chapters after Psalm 118.
Add these numbers up and you get 1188.
What is the
center verse in the Bible? (Answer - Psalm 118:8)
Does
this verse say something significant about God's perfect will
for our lives? The next time someone says they would like to
find God's perfect will for their lives and that they want to
be in the center of His will, just send them to the center of
His Word!
Psalm 118:8 (NKJV) "It is better to trust in the
LORD than to put confidence in man."
Now isn't that odd
how this worked out (or was God in the center of it)?
*Received through an e-mail from Dr. David Vickery.
Section
4
Absolutely Only For
Any Child
Adults Keep
Out!
Grandpa: "Sarah, I haven’t seen
you in awhile. Come give your old grandpa a great big
hug."
Sarah: "No."
Grandpa: "Then, two hugs?"
Sarah: "No."
Grandpa: "Three hugs?"
Sarah: "No."
Grandpa: "Four…?"
Sarah (Interrupting):
"No!"
Grandpa: "Seven hugs?"
Sarah (Smiling): "O.K., grandpa."
Section
5
…………….. Poetry Section……………..
Sweet Little
Mary
Sweet little
Mary
Went everywhere with Jerry,
And would never let him
go.
Could Jerry possibly know
That Mary eyed him as her
own
Never to leave him alone?
But Jerry didn’t seem to
mind
And smiled when he would find
Mary sitting close in
the car
And said "That’s what sisters are for!"
WHO LET THAT MONSTER
IN?
It's sure to be a
sign
that the ol' gray house on the
hill
Where the hollowing wind will whine
and make the shadows shrill
Is a place of a dreadful
tale
that ol' lady Jill must know,
But she
would never tell.
And while wandering to and
fro
Throughout the house at night,
she's
seen to pass the windows,
A dim and scary
sight,
amidst the mystic shadows.
Oh rarely
does she sleep
and rarely will she
leave.
That ol' house she'll keep
and watch
the spiders weave
As flies galore do swarm
and hornets offer chase
And dust and maggots
form
to fill the hidden space.
But she'll
tiptoe around the mice
and watch the scorpions
crawl
And fix herself some rice
and share
the food with all.
And when she sits to
eat,
she swishes the roaches aside
And sits
upon her seat
and gobbles her food with
pride.
As her flock of creatures gather
and
nibble by her side,
She makes it known she'd
rather
keep them close beside.
But I'm told
it happened that
a butterfly fluttered
in
And lit upon the cat.
"Who let that
monster in?"
The lady cried at that.
"And
get it out of here!"
She screamed and leaped in
fright.
"Don't let it come so near!"
She
shrilled into the night
and stooped behind her
chair.
WHEN I GROW UP
I'm just a kid, they tell me
now.
I know that must be true,
But when I'm grown--Oh,
wow! Oh, wow!
What I won't be able to do!
I won't go
to bed every night at nine.
I won't eat spinach at
all.
And if I don't eat breakfast, that's fine.
And I
won't rake leaves in the fall.
I'll sleep just as late
every morning as I like,
And I'll go play ball or
skate,
Or I'll go with the guys for a long, long
hike,
But I'll never do the things that I hate.
I'll
do all that and a lot more, too,
When I grow to be a
man.
I can hardly wait; I know that is true,
But for
now, I'll do what I can.
THE LONGEST NIGHT OF THE
YEAR
I toss and I turn;
I wish and I
squirm;
I can't help it, you know.
I look out the
window
At the moonlit snow.
Is it Christmas yet?
"Oh,
surely!" I fret.
Then the clock strikes ten!
Where's
the sunshine, then?
Oh, where's the sunshine, then?
CATS AND RATS
Five cats were chasing rats all through the
farm.
Chasing up and down and all around,
They meant to
do them harm; oh, they meant to do them harm.
But one
old cat chased a rat near an open well
And as he chased, he
slipped and fell;
He fell into that well; oh, he fell into
that well!
Four cats were chasing rats all through the
farm.
Chasing up and down and all around,
They meant to
do them harm; oh, they meant to do them harm.
But one
old cat chased a rat near an open well
And as he chased, he
slipped and fell;
He fell into that well; oh, he fell into
that well!
Three cats were chasing rats all through
the farm.
Chasing up and down and all around,
They meant
to do them harm; oh, they meant to do them harm.
But
one old cat chased a rat near an open well
And as he
chased, he slipped and fell;
He fell into that well; oh, he
fell into that well!
Two cats were chasing rats all
through the farm.
Chasing up and down and all
around,
They meant to do them harm; oh, they meant to do
them harm.
But one old cat chased a rat near an open
well
And as he chased, he slipped and fell;
He fell into
that well; oh, he fell into that well!
One cat was
chasing rats all through the farm.
Chasing up and down and
all around,
He meant to do them harm; oh, he meant to do
them harm.
But that old cat chased a rat near an open
well
And as he chased, he slipped and fell;
He fell into
that well; oh, he fell into that well!
No more cats
were chasing rats all through the farm.
Chasing up and down
and all around,
None to do them harm; oh, none to do them
harm.
What a
Grasshopper!
Underneath the dark
basement
Just up above
the roof,
A grasshopper
hopped so high
In one big
poof
That he hit the
bottom of the well
And broke a record,
too!
Now wasn't that so
very swell
To do it just for
you?
A TIT FOR A
TAT
The old cat sat
in his thinking
hat.
Then said the cat
in his thinking hat,
"A tit
for a tat;
a mouse for a rat.
If I had a mouse
in
this old house,
I'd give it away
this very day
To a
fat ol' cat
that had a rat.
A tit for a tat;
a mouse
for a rat.
Then I'd get fat
on that ol' rat."
CLOUDS
Silvery clouds, floating through the
sky,
fluffy like pillows and soft and smooth,
Are ready
to fall upon and fly
and let the dream world come to
soothe.
Clouds of every shape do rise,
and form some
ships or castles white,
Or like an eagle through the
skies
soaring mighty proudly in its flight,
Clouds
that build into the night,
until they rumble with heavy
rain.
And sudden lightning streaks so bright
and
shatters the quiet like a shooting pain.
Clouds that
rush and growl toward the east
until the silence comes
with sleep
And like the quelling of an angry beast,
the
night grows calm, the slumbering to keep.
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A KID'S
DREAMLAND
When I lie down upon my bed,
I
close my eyes to shut the door.
Erasing every
single dread,
I float so high above the
floor
Until I reach the magic door
on the
ceiling just above my bed.
Unlocked through
imagination and lore,
wonders sparkle from
violet to red.
I step through to worlds
untold
with visions dancing through my
head.
Magic worlds by then unfold
and lead
me on to dreamland's shed.
I'll spend the night
in drama's clutch,
as excitement spins me in a
whirl
With happy friends who give me
much,
and magic unfolds like
the glitter of pearl,
Or fleeing from a
dangerous gate
beyond the which lives a wicked
witch
So full of spells and evil hate,
or
even end the dream with a twitch.
Autumn
Leaves
Autumn leaves wave in the
breeze
Before they start to sail
around,
Oh, give me colors of autumn,
please!
But there could be no autumn
found
If it weren’t for the colorful
trees
And especially if it weren’t for the
ground
On
which leaves and
leaves abound.
THE
MONSTER
Allow me,
please, to speak my mind,
As much as I can
understand.
For I have glimpsed it, but cannot
find
Where it streaks across the land,
With
lightning speed into the dark,
Leaving not a
trace to follow,
Nor even a broken twig to
mark,
Its dark retreat into the
shadow.
Oh, I have never really seen
it,
But I can tell it's surely there.
It
gives me jitters where I sit,
Or lie in bed
dreadfully aware.
I think I have almost seen
the thing,
In the shadow just beyond my
sight,
And echoing, a silent, frightening
ring,
Like cries I cannot hear in the
night.
Strangely, I heard an unspoken
thought.
I could not be really sure, at
first.
But the silent words could not be
fought,
My head! My head! was about to
burst.
These questions raging in my
mind!
What shall I do? What do they
mean?
The answers! The answers! I could not
find.
How can this monster remain
unseen?
Then, I fell into a panic
gaze.
The questions continued to pound and
pound.
I found myself in a dark, rolling
haze.
No sure answers could ever be
found!
Why am I here and where am I
going?
What is the meaning of this short
life?
Why are these concerns growing and
growing,
Amid my never-ending strife?
I
must find that monster now!
I leaped to my feet
and blindly ran,
And sweat began to wet my
brow.
I felt for the switch to the ceiling
fan.
My hand slid along to a switch on the
wall
And turned on the light and the fan in the
room.
Then, I heard a silent call,
And
looked in a mirror and felt my
doom!
Startled in shock, I
recognized
The monster reflected back at
me.
I rubbed my eyes and realized
I could no
longer continue to flee,
For the monster I
thought to be nearby
In the dreaded shadows all
the while,
Was none other than the fleeing guy,
The guy who found it hard to
smile.
Yes, the monster could only be
I!
But the questions grew ever stronger and
stronger.
I knew I must find answers or
die!
I could never evade them any longer.
In
this turmoil of my being loomed
A crossroad, a
decision facing me,
But there I faced myself as
doomed
As my worry eyes began to
see.
Suddenly He came into focus as a
Man,
Arms outstretched and nailed to a
tree.
Then I felt the urge and ran
And fell
on my face, seeing Him dying for me.
The
monster groaned within my soul.
He, too, would
die upon that cross,
To break my bonds and
make me whole
Because of Him Who took my
loss!
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1. Say
kids, what goes up but rarely ever comes
down?
Answer: Prices. They keep
going up and up and up!
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Riddles
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of
Page
2.
What
is better than a big slice of Grandma's apple
pie?
Answer:
Two
big slices of grandma's apple pie.
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Riddles
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of
Page
3.
Why
do elephants always walk across the
plains?
Answer:
Even
though they have great memories,
they’ve
never learned to hitchhike.
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Riddles
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of
Page
4. Where do
babies come from?
Answer:
From
the arms of the mother to the baby
sitter.
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Riddles
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of Page
5.
Why
are there no hippos in the North
Pole?
Answer:
They’re
fooled by a rumor that airplane tickets to the
North Pole are priced on the weight of the
passenger
and thus far too expensive for
them.
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Answers to Riddles
Prices. Most keep on going up and up and up!
The purity of grandma’s character. She gives a lot more
than chocolate.
Even though they have great memories, they’ve never
learned to hitchhike!
From the arms of the mother to the baby sitter.
They’re fooled by a rumor that airline tickets to the
North Pole are priced on the weight of the passenger and
thus far too expensive for them.
Kids, there will be more for you to enjoy, but give
us your comments. We want to include items which you are
interested in.
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