Indholdsfortegnelse for May/June 2021 i Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

Max, Kate, and Charlie are pilots! They fly around Max and Charlie’s lawn. “Would you pilots like to make airplanes?” asks Max’s mommy. She brings them cardboard boxes with the bottom flaps cut out. “The flaps on top look like wings,” says Kate. Max and Kate help Charlie decorate the planes with numbers, letters, and stripes. Max’s daddy clears the path for them. “Your runway is ready!” he calls. “Hold on tight! It’s time for takeoff!” shouts Kate. The pilots zoom down the runway!…

Dragon and Red Squirrel were good friends. They visited each other often. Dragon enjoyed gazing through the windows of Squirrel’s tree house at rooms far too little for him. He would say, “Squirrel, how I wish I could relax in your squooshy armchair.” Squirrel delighted in scampering through Dragon’s cave, exploring rooms far too big for him. He would say, “Dragon, how I wish I could reach the table when I sit in your carved Viking chair.” One morning, Dragon had an idea. Away he flapped to the wizard’s cottage. “Sir Wizard, may I please ask a favor? I long to lounge in Squirrel’s amazing armchair. Will you shrink me for an hour?” “Well, just this once,” said the wizard. Waving his wand, he chanted, “Dragon, Dragon, change your size.…

What You’ll Need : paper What to Do: 1. With a grownup, fold the paper in half the long way. Crease the paper down the middle and then open it again. 2. Fold the top corners down to the crease in the center, making an arrow shape. 3. Fold the top of the arrow down. 4. Fold the top corners down to the center again. This time, don’t make a perfect arrow shape. A little bit of the top should look flat, not pointed, after you fold the paper. 5. You will see a little triangle in the middle of your flier. Fold it up. 6. Turn the flier over. 7. Lift up the right half of the flier, and fold it over the left half. 8. Fold down the…

We go strawberry picking every June, just Mom and Emmy and me. “Bye-bye!” Emmy waves as we leave the city behind. I watch out my window for the blue-green mountains. “We’re almost there!” At the strawberry patch, we each get our own box to fill. “Only pick the ripe red ones,” Mom reminds us. “Not the white ones or the pink ones.” Emmy grabs my hand. “Look!” she shouts. “Berry!” Water droplets shine on bright berries. Bees buzz on the white blossoms. I tug my first strawberry free— snap! It takes a long time to fill our boxes. I’m carrying mine to the table when— oof! Emmy stumbles and her box tumbles. Strawberries fly EVERYWHERE! I help Emmy up and wipe away her tears. We clean up her strawberries, together.…