Indholdsfortegnelse for October 2021 i Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

Max and Kate see beautiful birds in the sky. “The last barn swallows are flying south!” says Kate. “My grandma says they will spend the winter in Central America!” “Wow!” says Max. “It sounds like a bird vacation, with warm weather and plenty of food!” Kate points out some other birds. “The blue jays, chickadees, and cardinals stay with us when it gets cold. They look hungry.” “Let’s help them,” says Kate. She opens the shed door. “I have birdseed for the cardinals and chickadees, and plain peanuts for the blue jays.” As they hang up the bird feeders, the wind blows the branches. “Brr,” says Max. “I wish I had my hat. Let's go inside.” They watch the birds come to eat. “That pretty blue jay is my favorite!”…

Sydney pulled on her pajamas and called, “Story time!” “How about this new one from the library?” asked her mother. “Let’s read Goldilocks and the Three Bears again,” said Sydney. “This will be our fifth night in a row.” “Please, Mommy! I just love it!” Sydney’s mother sighed and opened up the book. Its spine pulled away from the pages like a loose tooth. “Deep in the heart of the wild woods, three bears lived contentedly in a small cottage. These were Papa Bear, Mama Bear, and Baby Bear. One fine day . . . ” As Sydney’s mother read, the girl bounced with excitement. She stuck out her belly when Goldilocks ate all of Baby Bear’s porridge. She collapsed to the floor when Goldilocks broke Baby Bear’s chair. She…

It’s a crispy-cool day. Mem and Grandpa put on their sweaters and visit Josie’s Farm Stand. First Mem plops one, two, three, four, five shiny red apples into Grandpa’s big basket. Next into the basket go corn, zucchini, and tomatoes. “Homemade vegetable soup,” Grandpa says. “I can almost taste it now.” Then Mem chooses a small pot of sunny yellow mums. Into the basket it goes. Swish, swish, swish. Mem and Grandpa kick up colorful leaves as they head for the pumpkins. Mem finds one that’s not too big and not too small. She carries it herself. At the counter, Mem feels something soft and furry at her ankles. It’s Josie, the farm stand cat! “Josie is saying goodbye, Mem,” Grandpa says. “Bye, Josie! Bye, farm stand! We’ll come back…