On Gramma'S Rocker

Bondanella Filutze Ann M.

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This treasure trove of short stories offers tales of friends and animals that come to life and features important lessons about friendship, sharing and more.On Grammas Rocker shares a treasure box of childrens tales filled with short stories that make friends and animals come alive and help your child learn lifes most important lessons through fun.Go to the palace with porcupines who learn their manners. Follow a curious girl into a boys-only tree house and discover a real hero. Meet a new fire truck named Flash who wants to befriend a unique dog at the fire station. Sit in the shade with Blanket and Sombrero as they compete for the first-place prize in their village. Stand guard with Ring the doorbell as he tries his bestrain or shine. Travel with Cup and Teabag from the sunny south to the cold north until they finally reach their relaxing destination.These stories bring you and your children unusual companions who become friends as they meet each challenge before them.

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• Publié par: Inspiring Voices
• Date de parution: 10 avril 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781462404995
• Langue: English

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On Gramma’s Rocker
 
Animal Tales and Other Short Stories
 
 
Ann M. Bondanella Filutze
 
To My Devoted Mother “Amazing” Grace,
And to All the Children in my life,
All God’s Children

 
Copyright © 2013 Ann M. Bondanella Filutze.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-4624-0498-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4624-0499-5 (e)
 
Inspiring Voices rev. date: 4/5/2013

CONTENTS
The Fire Truck and The Dog  
Broomstick the Sweeper  
Doe, White Dog, and The Painter  
Father Mouse’s Great Find  
The Friend and the Watchdog  
Hero and the Hideout  
Hop The Bunny  
Little Leaf’s Fall  
The Mole and Her Dinner  
One at a Time, Two at a Time  
Pine Cone Wilma’s Seed  
Pony and the Fear  
The Porcupines and the Queen  
Rackie the Lone Raccoon  
Red Apples  
Ring, The Doorbell  
Rocco, The Lonely Rock  
Roy And The Rainbow  
Sparrows at the Altar  
The Accordion and The Dream  
The Blanket and The Sombrero  
The Boy and The White Balloon  
The Candle and the Lamp  
The Chair and The Man  
The Child and the Carriage  
The Church Mice and The Gold  
The Cup and The Teabag  
The Flower, The Child, and The World  
The Ocean and The Island  
The Singer The World Came to Hear  
The Softest Bear  
The Wind and The Tree  
The Yellow Slicker and the Child  
The Fire Truck and The Dog  
I n the fire station garage sat a shiny bright red Fire Truck named Flash. He was brand new, and he had just moved into the fire station. He looked around the garage and wondered where everyone else could be. Just then Flash heard the engine of a big older truck. It was returning from a big fire that the firemen had put out.
Flash watched as the tired old truck got washed. The old truck’s doors were open so the insides could get dusted. Just then a long dog jumped out of the truck. The dog was white with black spots on his ears, back and legs. Flash liked dogs so he called out, “Hi, Dog! I’m Flash the Fire Truck. What’s your name?”
Dog did not answer but went straight to his bed.
Flash called to the Dog, “Are you tired after working at the fire?” Dog still did not answer. Flash thought, “Dog must be too tired to speak.”
Soon a fire call came in and the trucks got ready to go. Dog saw Flash’s door open. All at once, Flash felt Dog jump up on the front seat. Flash heard the seat belt click. He was happy that Dog was going with him on the fire call.
Sirens blew as the red truck raced through the streets. When they arrived at the fire scene, the fire fighters worked hard to put out the fire. Dog and Flash were happy when the fire stopped burning.
When they got back to the fire station, Flash drove into the garage. Dog was coughing from the smoke and dust. “Are you okay?” Flash asked. Dog again did not answer. He jumped down and ran to his water bowl. He drank some water and then went to his bed to rest.
Flash the Fire Truck was full of soot and was getting washed on the outside and dusted on the inside. He looked at the big old truck next to him. “I wonder if Dog speaks to the other truck,” Flash thought. “I will ask the old truck.”
“I have talked to Dog but he never answers me,” said Flash. “Do you know how I can get him to speak to me?” he asked the older truck.
The big truck listened to Flash and chuckled. He said, “Dog is a fire dog. People call him a Dalmatian. Dog is very friendly.”
Flash was puzzled. “Friendly?” he asked. “Then why doesn’t he speak when I talk to him?”
The older truck answered, “That is because Dog was born deaf. That means he can not hear us talk.”
Flash had more questions. “If Dog cannot hear, how does he know when to jump in and go with us?”
The old truck said, “When Dog sees our lights, Dog knows it is time to go to work. When he sees our doors open, he jumps in for the ride.” Now every time Flash turns on his lights, Dog comes running to him. Dog sits straight and tall with his seat belt fastened. Flash learned that friends sometimes do not need words. They can use signs!

Broomstick the Sweeper  
B roomstick leaned lazily against the wall of the long hallway. “When the sun comes shining through the window, my work will begin again,” she thought.
Each day was the same. The rays of sun pointed to the dust and dirt on the floor. The woman took Broomstick by the waist and began sweeping away the dust and dirt. Broomstick the Sweeper coughed as the dust flew. The woman pushed harder. She pushed poor Broomstick left and right along the dusty hall. No matter how Broomstick tried to keep it clean, the floor would get dirty again. People tracking in and out of the house brought more footprints through the hallway every day. Broomstick continued to work all morning, coughing and sneezing now and then.
By noon the sun was high above the house. The woman went to the kitchen, leaving Broomstick resting in a corner.
“I am so tired of sweeping this long hallway every day,” thought Broomstick the Sweeper. From the corner where she rested, Broomstick could see the next room. It was filled with lovely colorful flowers soaking up sunshine from the glass roof. Rows of flowerpots stood by the windows on each side of the sunny room. A wide fancy table stood proudly in the center of the room. On it sat the prized red rose bushes that drew visitors from all over the world. The heavenly scent of roses perfumed the hallway where Broomstick the Sweeper was resting. The scent made Broomstick feel like dreaming.
The sun was in the west windows now. It cast long shadows over the table of red rose bushes. A gentle breeze scattered the fallen rose petals across the floor.
“If only I could sweep the sunny flower room,” said Broomstick to herself. “I would be pushed gently. I would sweep up the smooth velvety petals that fall to the floor in the flower room.”
Suddenly the woman was back and took Broomstick by the waist. Once again Broomstick the Sweeper was pushed hard across the hall floor, coughing and sneezing.
“I must find it,” the woman murmured. “It must be somewhere in this mess of dirt.”
She seemed upset that something was lost. “I know the man who bought the roses paid me with a gold coin, but it is nowhere to be found. Quick, everyone, help me search all the floors,” the woman called to the workers in the sun room.
Everyone looked all over the sunroom floor, but no one could find the coin.
“This is my chance,” thought Broomstick the Sweeper. “Now I can sweep the lovely rose petals. If the woman takes me in there, I can finally feel the smooth velvety rose petals under my feet.”
Low and behold! The woman swept Broomstick right into the sunny flower room! Broomstick was so excited about her new job. She swept the rose petals into a beautiful carpet of red. They felt so wonderful and soft under her feet. She did not cough or sneeze. The sun coming through the windows suddenly seemed brighter.
Then in the red carpet of rose petals, Broomstick the Sweeper felt a strange cold object touch her. She looked down and saw a glittering light. Broomstick stopped sweeping. The woman stopped, too. She let out a yell to the other workers. “Look!” called the woman. “Right under my broomstick in the red rose petals, there is something shining. It must be the gold coin!”
She leaned the Broomstick against a sunny window and held the coin for all to see. The shiny gold coin was found, thanks to Broomstick the Sweeper!
The woman said, “My Broomstick did such a fine job. I will use her in the sunroom every day to keep it neat and clean. Then I will not lose any more coins.”
All the workers smiled and said they would take turns sweeping with Broomstick each day. How proud and happy Broomstick the Sweeper felt in the room of her dreams!


Doe, White Dog, and The Painter  
D oe walked slowly down the slope towards the creek. She could see the sun falling toward the water. Doe had found some good food along the trail, and now she was thirsty. At the water’s edge, she drank the cool refreshing water. The young doe pranced happily back into the woods. When she came to a clearing, Doe felt like running. She ran across the field towards a row of grapes.
Doe stopped cautiously as she saw a white figure walking towards the grape row. As it came closer to Doe, she saw that it was a lovely white animal. It was smaller than Doe, but it had ears like hers. It had a small tail and four legs like hers. “What could it be?” Doe wondered. “I will go closer and sniff.”
Doe could not get close to Dog. The little white dog was