It’s raining outside, and Kitty the cat is getting wet! Do you know what rain is? When water gets warm, it turns into something called vapor. This vapor goes up into the sky and turns into clouds. When the clouds get heavy, they let raindrops fall to the ground!
No, cats don’t like rain because it makes their fur heavy and wet. Kitty is probably looking for a dry place to hide!
Yes, ducks love the rain! They have special feathers with oil that keeps them dry, even when it rains. Ducks are like little waterproof boats!
Squirrels don’t mind a little rain. They use their fluffy tails as umbrellas! But if it rains too hard, they stay in their nests to keep dry.
Beetles have hard shells that keep them dry in the rain. Worms love the rain because it makes the ground wet and easy for them to wiggle around!
Butterflies don’t like rain because it makes them too cold to fly. They hide until the sun comes out. Birds find cozy spots to stay dry and sing happily when the rain stops!
After the rain, the clouds go away, and the sun comes out. Kitty finds a warm and dry spot to relax. Hooray!
Rabbit, Duck, and Frog want to know why flowers grow. They ask their friends, but no one knows for sure. Mole thinks flowers grow for him to eat, while Butterfly and Bee believe flowers grow for nectar and pollen. A girl says flowers make picnics beautiful!
Jack has a special box for bees in his yard. The bees make sweet honey and help flowers grow. Jack and his family enjoy honey in tea, on bread, and even in yogurt. They are thankful to the bees for all their hard work!
Digger is a big truck that finds a tiny flower. He takes care of it every day, even when the city grows around it. When the flower is gone, Digger finds seeds and plants them in a new place, creating a beautiful garden!
A boy loves trees and wants to help animals. He plants bamboo and other plants to create a forest. Over time, animals return, and the forest becomes a wonderful home for many creatures. The boy’s name is Jadav Payeng, and he shows us how important it is to plant trees!
Little Miss plants a kiss, and it grows into something wonderful. She shares it with everyone, spreading happiness and joy!
It’s Easter on the farm, and Kirby the dog helps find hidden eggs. All the animals join in the fun, and Kirby feels like the Easter Bunny!
The Easter Bunny loses his eggs, but puppies help find them. They carry the eggs in a parade, making Easter extra special!
Earth visits other planets and learns how special each one is. Earth may not be the fastest or biggest, but it’s full of life and beauty. Happy Birthday, Earth!
The Easter Bunny forgets it’s Easter, so a unicorn helps deliver the eggs. She decorates them with her magical horn and spreads Easter joy everywhere!
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Where is Kid? We go in the rain.
Mommy, where’s my pet? Kitty’s outside getting wet.
What is rain? When water heats up, it turns into warm, wet air called vapor. Vapor rises into the sky, where it becomes cold and turns into a cloud. The cloud becomes bigger until it is so heavy that parts of it fall to the ground.
What falls?
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Raindrops! Kitty will find a place that’s dry. Let’s look for Kitty.
Do cats like rain? No, water makes a cat’s fur feel very heavy. Cat’s ears cannot keep water out, and they don’t like the way it smells. For Kitty, it’s rain, rain, go away.
Rain drops are falling on Mama Duck. She likes the wet and mushy muck.
Do ducks like rain? When ducks comb their feathers with their bills, they leave a layer of oil on top. The oil makes water slide off, keeping the feathers closest to the duck’s body dry and warm in a lake or in the rain. Ducks are waterproof!
Rain won’t scare his squirrel away; he stays busy on a rainy day.
Do squirrels like rain? If it is not raining too hard, a squirrel will curl its tail over its head to make a built-in umbrella. In heavy rains, squirrels stay in their nests to keep dry.
A brown beetle’s shell is shiny and hard; he doesn’t mind a rainy yard.
Do beetles like rain? A beetle has a hard shell-like covering that prevents it from getting soaked.
Worms are squirmy on wet ground; they squirm and wiggle all around.
Do worms like rain? Yes, earthworms mostly live and travel underground because they need moisture all the time. After it rains, you will see worms because it is wet enough for them to wriggle along much faster above ground.
Under leaves, two butterflies rest. Keeping wings dry is what’s best.
Do butterflies like rain? Rain makes butterflies too cold to fly. They hide out in protected spots called roosts until the storm passes. When the sun comes out, so do the butterflies.
A bird peeks out from a hole in a tree. He says, “Look, no rain on me!”
Do birds like rain? Some do, some don’t. Most small birds tuck themselves away in nests or the inner branches of a tree or bush or under anything that will keep the rain off. After a rainstorm passes, you can go outside and listen for all the birdie chirps.
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Mommy, look at that! I think I spy my kitty cat. Clouds are gone; the sun is high. Here’s my kitty, warm and dry.
Where did Kitty go? Where does Kitty go in the rain?
Why do flowers grow?
Part one: Rabbit asks Duck and Frog, “Do you know why flowers grow?”
“I don’t know,” says Duck. “Let’s ask Piggy,” says Frog.
“Piggy, why do flowers grow?” asks Frog.
“Oh, I don’t know,” says Piggy. “Let’s ask Horse,” says Frog.
“Horse, why do flowers grow?” asks Frog.
“I don’t know,” says Horse. “Let’s ask Sheep,” says Frog.
Frog, Horse, Rabbit, Duck, and Piggy ask Sheep, “Why do flowers grow?”
But Sheep does not know either. Sheep says, “Mole will know.”
“Mole, why do flowers grow?” everyone asks.
Mole looks at the flowers; they look good to him.
“Very good chomp, chomp,” Mole says. “Flowers grow for me to eat.”
Part two: Frog and Duck are not happy with Mole’s answer. They have a picnic with Bee and Butterfly. Duck asks, “Why do flowers grow?”
Butterfly says, “I know why flowers grow. They grow so I can have sweet nectar to drink.”
Bee has a different idea. “I know why flowers grow. They grow so I can collect pollen.”
A girl comes to the picnic. Frog and Duck ask her, “Why do flowers grow?”
The girl answers, “Flowers grow to make picnics beautiful.”
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The Bee Box that Jack built.
This is the Bee Box made of painted wood that stands in the shade of the yard.
These are the honey bees that live in the special box that stands in the yard.
These are the flowers that feed the honey bees that fly in and out of the hive in a box.
This is the sweet nectar that feeds the queen and the other bees that live in the Bee Box that stands in the yard.
This is the golden honey made by the thousands of busy bees that work inside the dark shelter that stands in the yard.
This is Jack, the daddy who keeps bees as a hobby, gathering honey from the Bee Box that stands in the yard.
This is the honey pot filled with fresh honey produced by the worker bees that live in the hive that stands in the yard.
This is the mommy who drinks tea with honey while her children snack on bread and sweet gooey honey.
This is the honeycomb made by the worker bees that is collected from the hive that stands in the yard.
This is Jack, the daddy who likes to eat raw honey and comb with slices of tart green apple. Delicious!
This is the beeswax made into candles that are scented with honey collected from the hive that stands in the yard.
Wow! And this is the mommy who lights the candles and then says a prayer of thanks.
This is the cough syrup made with golden honey that comes from the hive in a box that stands in the yard.
This is Jack, the daddy who spoons the medicine so his child will sleep better.
This is the yogurt mixed with honey that comes from the Bee Box that stands in the yard.
And this is the grandma who offers her grandchildren sweet honey yogurt for breakfast.
Here is the whole family thankful to the bees for the candles, for the golden honey, for the cough syrup, for the beeswax, and for pollinating the flowers.
Thank you, honey bees!
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The Digger and the Flower by Joseph Kephart.
It was morning, and the big trucks were ready to work.
“Let’s hoist,” said Crane.
“Let’s push,” said Dozer.
“Let’s dig,” said Digger.
Together they built tall buildings for working, they built roads for driving, and bridges for crossing. They built and built until the loud whistle blew.
“I’m beat,” said Crane.
“Me too,” said Dozer.
The other big trucks took a break, but Digger did not. He had found something in the rubble.
“Hello there,” he said.
The flower was tiny, but it was beautiful.
Every day, while the other big trucks built, Digger visited the flower.
Oh, he watered it when its leaves looked dry.
“Drink up!” he said.
He shielded it on windy days, and just before he switched off for the night, Digger sang the flower a bedtime song.
The flower grew, but the city grew too. Soon every space had been filled, every space but one.
“We need to put a building here,” said Crane.
Dozer started his engine before Digger could stop him.
Dozer blew a big puff of smoke and cut the flower down.
Then the other big trucks went back to work.
Oh, but Digger did not. When the smoke cleared, Digger saw something in the rubble.
“Little seeds!” he said.
He scooped them up and drove.
He drove past the tall buildings, past the farthest house on the farthest street.
He drove to a place no big truck had ever been.
There, Digger stopped.
He dug and scooped and tucked the seeds into the warm earth.
Every day, Digger cared for the seeds.
He watered them when their leaves looked dry.
He shielded them on windy days, and just before he switched off for the night, Digger sang the flowers a bedtime song.
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The Boy Who Grew a Forest: The True Story of Jadav Payeng.
The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time to plant a tree is now.
On a large river island among farms and families hard at work, there lived a boy who loved trees.
Trees meant shade, food, and shelter for many. But each rainy season, floodwaters swallowed more and more of the beautiful tree-covered land.
The boy’s precious island was shrinking, eroding away with the rushing river, leaving empty sandbars behind.
The boy witnessed animals stranded on those sandbars, their homes destroyed. He feared that if animals withered without trees, people would too.
The boy shared his fears with the village. The elders explained that the only way to help animals was to create new homes for them.
They gifted the boy with 20 bamboo saplings.
Alone, he canoed down the muddy river. He wished he could cover all the land with trees, but a large sandbar nearby was a place to start.
The land was too barren for animals; the shores too sandy for leaf trees. Would bamboo grow?
The boy hoped. Determined, he began to plant one shaft, two, then three.
Every day, he watered the saplings by hand, sweat trickling down his face and chest.
He built a watering system to help and lugged heavy buckets from the river.
His arms grew tired, his back sore, but still, each day he tended to the plants.
Over time, the bamboo patch grew into a healthy thicket.
The boy was proud of his work, but he worried it wouldn’t be enough to stop the swelling river or to provide shelter for animals.
If he wanted more plants to grow, he would have to create richer soil.
The boy carried cow dung, earthworms, termites, and angry red ants that bit him on the journey to their new home.
He brought seeds from neighboring villages over trails through brush down the river.
Each day he planted.
As years passed and the boy grew, so did a forest—10 acres, 20 acres, then 40.
Wildlife returned for the first time in many years: buffalo, one-horned rhinos, snakes, gibbons, migratory birds, and elephants.
The man’s forest teemed with life and diversity.
Not everyone was happy. Fear swept over the villages when tigers arrived.
So the man planted more grasses to attract small animals that would keep the tigers happy in the forest.
Elephants wandered into neighboring farms to feast on the crops, so the man planted more fruiting trees to help feed the hungry elephants.
Some wanted to harvest the forest to build homes, but the man was there to plant anew.
Others tried to hunt the animals for their horns and fur, but the man was there to protect.
Few thought the forest would last, but the man believed in its strength.
Now, in India, on a large river island among wildlife and trees as tall as buildings, there lives a man who has planted a forest.
The forest is called Molai, after a man named Jadav Payeng, who never stopped planting, pruning, and protecting.
Only by growing plants will the Earth survive.
Jadav Payeng.
Plant a Kiss, written by Amy Krauss Rosenthal, illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds.
It goes like this:
Little Miss planted a kiss.
Planted a kiss, planted a kiss.
Sunshine, water, greet, repeat.
Wait and wait, getting late.
Doubt, pout, sprout, shout.
Gather about, wow, how, what now?
Stare and stare, I’ll share, she declared.
Don’t you dare, it’s far too rare.
It’ll go bare; she didn’t care.
From there, everywhere, to and fro, high and low.
Rain or snow, with a bow.
Alas, time to go.
So she returned.
There she learned from one little kiss, endless bliss.
Kirby the Easter Dog: A pop-up Easter egg hunt.
Count the eggs inside.
It’s Easter on the farm, and once again, eggs have been hidden, and not by a hen.
The animals must all get up at dawn to join the search before the eggs are gone.
The cows and pigs join the hunt, from the biggest bull to the littlest runt, each with a basket looking for clues.
So many eggs, not a second to lose!
Every success is met with delight, and a neigh from the horse means an egg is in sight.
All the animals think it’s funny that Kirby thinks he’s the Easter Bunny.
The eggs are all found, but have no fear; Kirby the Easter Dog will be back next year.
Happy Easter!
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Easter Puppy Parade.
The Easter Bunny bustled about his burrow. He dipped, dried, and decorated eggs, ears wiggling and whiskers twitching.
He packed his basket to the brim. “I’ll deliver these tomorrow,” he said.
Early on Easter morning, he grabbed the basket and found it out.
Hippity-hoppity, hippity-hoppity, he hurried along, taking extra big hops.
Hippity hop, puff, flop!
“Oh no!” he wailed. “I’ve lost my eggs!”
Dachshund dashed over. “I’ll help!”
He sniffed along until he found an egg among the flowers.
Chihuahua chased one rolling down the hill. “Yep, yep!” she yelped and rolled it back up.
St. Bernard lumbered by the barn. He lifted an egg that lay buried in a bucket.
Maltese shimmed under a shrub. “Look what I found!” she cradled it gently and joined the others.
Poodle paddled into the pond and nudged one off a lily pad. “I’ll bring this back!”
Yellow Lab stood her paws high on a tree trunk. “Here’s another!” she woofed, wagging her tail.
Easter Bunny thanked his friends, but he frowned at his broken basket.
“How will I carry the eggs?” he wondered.
“We’ll carry them for you!” the puppies barked.
Easter Bunny smiled, then he led the way.
Cheering, “Hooray for the Easter Puppy Parade!”
Happy, happy Easter!
Earth!
Yay, yay, yay!
It sure is lonely out here. I wonder what the other planets have been up to lately. I should go visit them.
“Hi, Mercury!”
“Oh, hey, Earth! Long time no see. I was about to go on a run. Want to race around the sun?”
“Let’s go!”
“Got to go faster, got to go faster!”
“I got this!”
“Oh man! You’re wow, you’re fast! You ran four laps in the time I did one!”
“Thanks! I’m little, but I’m the speediest planet in the whole solar system. Mercury zooms around the sun every 88 days.”
“Hi, Earth! Do you mind if I borrow your moon to shoot hoops? I don’t have one.”
“No problem, Venus! I’ll come play with you!”
“Look out, here I come!”
“All right, she shoots, she scores! Swish!”
“Good game, good game!”
“You didn’t miss a shot! You’re on fire!”
“Well, I am the hottest planet in the solar system. The surface temperature of Venus can reach 880°F.”
“Oh, how’s it going, Mars?”
“Dude, come surf the asteroid belt with me!”
“Look out! Look at me!”
“Hey, we made it through!”
“Whoa! All that surfing turned up some of your rusty red dust!”
“Righteous! Hey, that’s why they call me the red planet! I’m the reddest and raddest around, bro-chacho!”
Mars gets its color from an abundance of iron oxide, commonly known as rust.
“Jupiter, what’s up, big guy?”
“Not too much. I did pick up a new hobby.”
“Nice! Uh, basketball?”
“Weightlifting?”
“No!”
“This is the way Jupiter dances!”
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“That was beautiful! I didn’t know the biggest planet in the solar system was so graceful!”
“Thanks! I may be large, but I’m light on my feet. Jupiter is mainly made up of gases such as hydrogen and helium.”
“Hi, Saturn! Your rings look extra sparkly today!”
“You all are too sweet! I added some shiny ice chunks to the rocky bits and space dust!”
“Come, Earth!”
“Whoa! Your hula hooping skills are electrifying! Are you trying to look cooler than me?”
“No way, Uranus! Everyone knows you’re the coolest planet around!”
“That’s a fact!”
“Sorry for the frosty greeting, kid. Uranus has the coldest recorded temperature of any planet at -371°F.”
“What are you doing way out here, Neptune?”
“I like how quiet and beautiful it is.”
“Ooh, look how those comets light up the sky!”
Beyond Neptune, the Kuiper Belt is a source of comets.
“It’s the best view in the solar system!”
“Ooh!”
“Wow! The other planets are so special! I’m not the fastest, the biggest, or the coolest. Huh, I must be the most boring planet in the solar system!”
“Wake up!”
“What? We have something for you, tiny blue marble!”
“Surprise! Your air is the freshest!”
“You’re covered in flowing water!”
“Yeah, and most importantly, you’re full of life!”
“A happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Earth! Happy birthday to you!”
“Thanks, friends! You made me the happiest planet in the whole solar system!”
The end.
Later, kids!
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Mate the Easter Unicorn: A magical pop-up book.
The Easter Bunny is hopping away; he must have forgotten it’s Easter day.
Through forests and fields, the alarm travels wide to magical places where unicorns hide.
One tosses her mane with a knot of her head. “I’ll deliver the eggs on this Easter instead!”
She mixes bright colors and knows what to do with her horn.
She draws stripes and makes polka dots too.
In a ribbon-laced basket, she loads up her eggs and prances off quickly on high-stepping legs.
She visits the
