fevereiro de 2012
Scarlett
Here’s Scarlett, in the garden of a friend’s house in London on a sunny summer morning, the kind of mornings that are unusual in England.
Scarlett is twelve years old (“thirteen in November” she tells me), and is trying to understand the world around her. She asks questions about everything,...
Sunil The Stripy Tiger
One morning Sunil the Stripy Tiger woke up. He'd been asleep all night under the pink Dewlip Tree. Sunil stretched and yawned. "I think I'll go and find my
friends," he thought.
He found the twins, Jip and Jamila rolling around, playing.
"Hello," said Sunil. "Can I play too?"
Jip stared...
The Painting Elves
It was wintertime and the world was feeling dull. It needed a good spring clean and all the colour elves were getting ready with their paints to brighten it up.
"I can't wait to start painting," said the Yellow Elf. "I'm going to paint the sun yellow."
"I can't wait to start painting," said...
Contos em Inglês
Joe plays with the colours
Joe asked:
‘Mother, what colour are chicks?’
‘Chicks are yellow.’
Joe was silent, but only for a little while.
‘What colour is that thing inside a boiled egg?’
‘That thing is a yolk, and it is yellow.’
‘Mum, what is that, that you are drinking?’
‘It’s lemonade.’
‘What is lemonade made of,...
Flying Home
Felix is a blue and yellow bird from Brazil. He lives with
the Baxter family in New York. His home is a big cage. It is on
the fortieth floor of a tall building.
Felix likes the Baxters, and the Baxters like him. They give him food.
They talk to him and show him to all their friends. But Felix is...
The last photo
It is Saturday afternoon. Martin and his sister Pam are in Cambridge for the day.
They are looking at the beautiful old buildings of this University City.
Pam has a camera with her. She likes taking photos and sometimes they are very good. But sometimes they are not very good and Martin laughs at...
Once upon an ordinary schoolday
Once upon an ordinary schoolday, an ordinary boy woke up from his ordinary dreams,
got out of his ordinary bed, had an ordinary pee, an ordinary wash, put on his ordinary
clothes, and ate his ordinary breakfast.
The ordinary boy brushed his ordinary teeth, kissed his ordinary mum goodbye
and set...
If the moon could speak ...
A pair of shoes under a chair. A large open window.
The daylight fading away.
If the moon could speak…
… she would tell stories of the night stealthily moving along the
forest, and of a lizard hurrying home for dinner.
Someone whispers a song. The clock goes tick tock....
The Magic Paintbrush
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