Tell a Fairy Tale


The sun was shining brightly, but it was not too warm under the shade of the old trees, and Little Red Riding-Hood went on her way singing and gathering great bunches of wild flowers to give to her grandmother. She sang so sweetly that a cushat dove flew down from a tree and followed her.

Now, it happened that a wolf, a very cruel, greedy creature, also heard her as she passed, and longed to eat her for his breakfast, but he knew Hugh, the woodman, was at work very near with his great dog, and he was afraid they might hear Little Red Riding-Hood cry out if he frightened her, and then they would kill him. So, after following her a little way, he came up to her very gently and said, “Good day, Little Red Riding-Hood, where are you going?”

We’re celebrating Tell a Fairy Tale Day on The Doodle Diner! Grab a cup o joe and see what else is on the grill with all my other Doodle Diners peeps!

Ruby Rue

These are pages 14 and 15 of my book dummy.  I’m at the half way point, and trying to get it finished by the Houston SCBWI conference on April 9, 2011.

Here Ruby considers a menu change….. to say the least!!

Layer

Shhh…. Under layers of earth the platypus is sleeping.

Platypus spend around half their day resting in short, oval-shaped burrows of about 3 to 8 m long that they dig into earth banks around rivers, lakes or streams. They often have multiple burrows scattered along their home range. Females also dig elaborate nesting burrows around 20 m long with multiple chambers and earth plugs which they share with their unweaned young. The burrow is expertly hidden from predators. You might walk right by it and never notice it.

A sneak peek of my newly illustrated book coming out in the spring of 2011.



Reverse


Ruby Rue was beautiful of heart
Though her outward appearance gave town folks a start

Her dreams of a suitor had not yet come true
With just internal beauty, what’s a poor hag to do?

So she consulted her Grimoire and found a grand hex
She enchanted a stone  and hung it round her neck

Then she squealed to the mirror “Why Ruby… You’re hot!”
But her stone, it was faulty, for to others… she was not!

The lesson to garner, so you won’t be alone…
Keep your hope in your heart and not in a stone.

by

Roberta Baird