What happens when a beautiful lady kisses a frog? You can read T.J.Frog by buying the book at https://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/124502/50/litu-unearthed
(http://clipartmountain.com/linkclips/froglinks.htm)
T. J. Frog (An adult Fairy Tale.)
1/19/12
T. J. FROG (An adult fairy tale.)
Most of my writing relates to children, or young Adult readers. But some of my short stories are written for adult reading. I entered my short story, T. J. Frog, to LitU: Unearthed which is an on line anthology that celebrates and brings to the surface some of the best up-and-coming authors in the literary world. This collection of short stories features new and self published authors. , including myself.
What happens when a beautiful lady kisses a frog? You can read T.J.Frog by buying the book at https://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/124502/50/litu-unearthed
What happens when a beautiful lady kisses a frog? You can read T.J.Frog by buying the book at https://www.smashwords.com/extreader/read/124502/50/litu-unearthed
1/7/12
Four To Get Ready Puppet Dialogue # 5: I Wish I were Never Born.
This is Lindy Leo Lion who was the resident puppet in the Four-To-Get-Ready Preschool for sixteen years. He was designed and made by my daughter, Mary.
FREE TO COPY
January's Free contribution. In January many teachers post the children's baby
pictures to celebrate new beginnings. This dialogue fits in these discussions.
pictures to celebrate new beginnings. This dialogue fits in these discussions.
Every preschool/kindergarten classroom should have a
school puppet friend. This puppet is introduced to the
students at the first of the year and only the teacher uses it.
(It is a tool not a toy) Have a puppet story time at a specific
time each day. Teacher should use her actor’s voice .. try to
speak differently when speaking for the puppet. In my dialogues
the puppet is a lion, thus called “Lindy Leo Lion”. You may
want to use another type of puppet. Use the same puppet each
time and be sure you give it a name that will interest the students.
You may want to put on a bit of music that will remind the
Students when it is the Puppet Story time.Please feel free to
copy off and use. I only ask that you list me as the author and
that you leave a comment if doing so. It would be nice for me
to know if these free stories and dialogues are useful to you.
M.C. Arvanitis
Four To Get Ready PUPPET DIALOGUE # 1:
I Wish I Were Never Born.
By M. C. Arvanitis
TEACHER: (Hold puppet’s head down. look over the puppet.) You
look rather unhappy this morning. Is something wrong?
LINDY: Everything is wrong! I woke up with a headache. I didn't
have any milk for my breakfast cereal. I. forgot to prepare for this morning’s
story time. I wish I had never been born.
TEACHER: It would be a different world if you hadn’t been born.
LINDY: Well, no one would miss me.
TEACHER: You are right. We couldn’t miss you if you hadn't been
born because we would never have known you. We have to know
someone in order to miss them. But since you have been born and you
are our friend we would miss you if you were not here.
LINDY: Would you really miss me?
TEACHER: Of course, we would. I remember the first day we met
you, when I introduced you to our class. Don’t you remember?
LINDY: Yes, I remember. I was so shy of meeting the children.
TEACHER: Do you remember how the children made you feel better
by singing with you? After that whenever you were around us you
made us all feel good with your songs and stories.
LINDY: Well, yes, but sometimes I still feel useless. I wonder why I
was born. (Have puppet bow its head as if sad. Use a sad voice.)
TEACHER: We all feel that way once in a while, Lindy, but we
have to remember that each of us was born for a reason. We each have
special things that we can do. You were born to share your stories and
songs with us. If you hadn’t been born we wouldn’t be able to hear your
stories and sing your songs.
LINDY: You mean if I had not been born I wouldn’t be able to be here
with you and the children?
TEACHER: That is exactly what I mean. You were born so you
could be here with us and make us laugh and sing.
LINDY: And dance!
TEACHER: (Laughing) Puppets can’t dance. They don’t have legs.
LINDY: I can if you’ll help me.
TEACHER: Do you really want to dance?
LINDY: Oh yes. I was born to boogie--to twist--to do the hop--to
cut the rug--to trip the light fantastic. Where’s the music? Where's the
music?
TEACHER: Well, if you think you can dance I have some music
right here. Come on everyone. Lets dance with Lindy.
(Play quick stepping CD and dance around the room moving
the puppet to the beat. Encourage children to dance with the music.)
LINDY: (Out of breath.) That was fun. It made me tingle all over.
It’s so good to be alive. I’m glad we all were born. But now, I’m tired. I
think I’ll take a nap.
TEACHER: I hope you will come back tomorrow because we would
really miss you if you didn’t.
LINDY: Oh, I’ll be back. I can’t wait until I tell you my next story.
Good-bye everyone.
(Retire puppet to its place.)
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11/28/11
11/6/11
FENNER FIVE POINT
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| FENNER FIVE POINT |
Most of the millions of stars in Fenner’s galaxy have eight light points but once in a blue moon a star is born with less than eight. Unfortunately, Fenner has only five light points. That doesn’t keep her from trying out for the First Star Contest each year. But as time goes on and she never wins she becomes discouraged. She stops trying and drifts off by herself. One dark foggy night she floats low over the earth's ocean. She cannot tell if she is moving up or down. When she sees the gray blue of the water she thinks it is the foggy sky -- that is until her light points hits the cold water. With a loud sizzle her lights go out forever as she sinks slowly to the ocean floor.
THE PEEK-A-BOO DRAGON
THE PEEK-A-BOO DRAGON
FREE TO COPY
Christmas is coming. Are you wondering what to get for that littlest one in your family? Older babies to four year olds love to play peek a boo. Copy off my Peek A Boo Dragon story poem and add a dragon puppet. Be sure to use a friendly looking dragon, not scary. (Works good with any puppet or stuffed animal just change the word ‘dragon’ to whatever puppet you have.) Read the story inside, outside, where ever while playing peek a boo.(see the story line.) Older preschoolers can play the game with others too. Remember this is free to all parents, grandparents, teachers and any one who want to share. All I ask is that you COMMENT when you copy it and acknowledge me as the author.
http://clipart-for-free.blogspot.com/
PEEK A BOO DRAGON
by
M. C. Arvanitis
I am the Peek a Boo Dragon and I've come to play.
I can peek a boo with you just any old day.
Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo boo boo.
Whenever you'll let me I'll peek a boo with you
I am the Peek a Boo Dragon and I can play peek a boo
With your brother, sister, and especially with you.
If your grandma or grandpa is home they can play.
Just hide behind the door--then jump out and say.
Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo boo boo.
Whenever you'll let me I'll peek a boo with you.
I am the Peek a Boo Dragon and I'm here to say
I will play peek a boo on a bright sunny day.
We'll peek a boo your shadow when it's on the run.
It'll peek a boo back in and out of the sun.
If snow is on the ground and you build a snowman
I'll come and peek a boo him if you think I can.
But if he just stands looking at me and you
I think he doesn't like me to play peek a boo.
Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo boo boo.
Whenever you'll let me I'll peek a boo with you.
If your day is boring and you don't know what to do.
Come and find me and I will peek a boo with you.
Call up your friend to come over to play
We'll play peek a boo for the rest of the day.
Be careful of the lamps and things sitting around.
Cause if you peek a boo wildly and knock one down
You may be sent to your room for a time out.
But if happens to you don't sit alone and pout.
Just call on me. You'll feel better if you do.
Whenever you'll let me I'll peek a boo with you.
When it's time for lunch and you don't want to eat.
You don't like the veggies or even your meat.
You can play peek a boo with veggies --just wait.
When no one is looking hide them under your plate.
But your mama may play this little game too.
Finding the food will be her "peek a boo."
She'll laugh when you tell her I hid it for you.
"That peek a boo Dragon is too smart to be true."
Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo boo boo.
Whenever you'll let me I'll peek a boo with you.
It's time for your bed but you don't want to go.
Don't spend time crying and carrying on so.
Just crawl under the covers and pretend to do
The peek a boo, with me and the sandman too.
Morning will come quickly if you close your eyes.
And when the sun is climbing in the daytime skies.
The Peek a Boo Dragon will came back to play,
and we'll peek a boo, peek a boo all of the day.
Peek a boo, peek a boo, peek a boo boo boo.
I'm the Peek a Boo Dragon and I'll peek a boo you.
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek a boo!
To make your own Dragon Puppet go to
http://www.ehow.com/how_6594544_make-dragon-hand-puppet.htm
To buy a dragon puppet go to
http://www.musicmotion.com/product.htm?pid=434276
or
http://compare.ebay.com/like/380378384819
Add a book to your gift.
Buy from Walmart
http://www.walmart.com/ip/8808845
(Pink and Yellow Dragon Graphics from http://www.dreamstime.com/)
10/31/11
Tambu, The Colorful Turkey
Tambu Turkey wants to make friends with the other animals in the barnyard. But no one wants an ugly brown turkey around. No matter how he tries to change himself he can not get the approval of the others, until he learns the magic of getting others to accept him.
10/8/11
MERLE SQUIRREL AND THE SCARECROW
FREE TO COPY
OCTOBER's free story (from my Back Yard Friends) to download and read to your preschool children. Good for Teachers, Parents, and Grandparents.
(graphic taken from
http://akidsheart.com/holidays/thanks/tclip1.htm)
AND THE SCARECROW
by
M. C. Arvanitis
Merle Squirrel clapped his hands together as he
looked at his pile of acorns. “Those acorns will taste really good when I wake
up from my winter’s nap,” he said.
Bitty BlueJay swooped down from the oak tree.
“Don’t you know you can’t leave them lay on the ground? The crows will eat them
all before you wake.”
“Oh dear. Where can I hide them from the crows?”
he asked.
The crabby jay flipped her wings, “That’s not my
problem,” and she flew to her nest on the top of the tree.
“She’s right, it is my problem,” Merle said to
himself. Rachel Robin hopped by with a fat worm in her mouth. When she heard
Merle she gobbled it up. “What is your problem, Merle?” she asked.
“If I leave my acorns on the ground the crows
will eat them. Can you help me find a place where I could hide them? “
Rachael shook her head. “Sorry, but my family and
I are leaving for the winter. It is time for us to fly south. See ya.” And she
flew away.
Merle looked up at Ollie Owl, who watched him
from his hole in the tree. “Ollie, can I hide my acorns in your place? If I
leave them on the ground the crows will eat them.”
“OOO, sorry, no room.” Ollie disappeared back
into his hole.
Merle looked all over the farm for a place to
hide his acorns. Wherever he looked either another squirrel had claimed the
space or it would not be dry enough to keep acorns through the winter.
He continued to search. Each day brought him
closer to winter. He was getting desperate. Then he spied a strange looking
object standing in Farmer Ann’s cornfield. It had a wide brimmed hat, arms that
stretched straight out, a large jacket and baggy pants flopping in the wind. He
jumped on the arm of this thing to see it closer. The head was a pumpkin with a
face traced upon it. Why this must be the new scarecrow, the one that Farmer
Ann made each fall to scare away the crows,” he thought.
He greeted it, "Hello, Scarecrow.” The
scarecrow didn't answer. "Guess you don't feel like being friendly,
huh?” No answer. Merle was about to jump to the ground when he noticed the
scarecrow's jacket pockets. They were wide and deep and no one would ever think
of looking in them for acorns.
"Say, could I hide my acorns in your pockets
for the winter?" he asked.
The scarecrow didn't answer.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Still no answer.
"Well, than, I'll consider it a yes."
Quickly Merle ran his pile of acorns. It took him all day to carry the acorns
in his mouth and placed them in the scarecrow's pockets.
When he finally had the acorns stored he climbed
back onto the scarecrows arm and look into its pumpkin face. "Thank
you for letting me store my acorns in your coat pockets. I am going to take a
short winter nap now but when I wake I will be hungry. The acorns will taste
very good when the snow covers the ground and there is nothing else to eat. If
you get hungry you may have a few."
Merle climbed up to his nest in the oak tree.
Just as he settled down for the winter he saw a big black crow fly near. The
scarecrow waved its coat sleeves and the crow flew away. “Good,” he thought.
That Scarecrow will keep my acorns safe.
Early in the spring, Merle’s tummy began to
growl. He woke up very hungry but he didn't worry. He knew where to find some
acorns. Quickly he jumped to the scarecrow's arm. "I've come to get my
acorns,” he said.
The scarecrow didn't answer.
"Thanks for looking after
them." Merle reached his paw into the pocket. The pocket was empty.
"Well, I did say you could eat a few, I guess." He reached into
the other pocket. That pocket was also empty. Merle jumped on the scarecrow's
arm. "Did you eat all my acorns?”
The scarecrow didn't say anything, but Merle
noticed that its face was sort of puffy.
"You did eat my acorns. I said you could eat
a few. I didn't say you could eat all of them." He swished his fluffy tail
in anger.
At that moment a big black crow zoomed down to reach
its beak inside the scarecrow's pocket. It reached to the bottom but came up
empty. It tried the other pocket and finally flew away with an empty beak.
"So it was the crows that ate my acorns. Oh
dear, I'm so hungry. I'll starve before the new acorns are ready for
dropping." Merle started to cry.
The scarecrow's jacket moved back and forth in
the breeze. But wait, its pumpkin head was moving too. It shook so hard that
the hat fell off. Merle jumped to the lowest corn stalk in fright. He looked
down at the scarecrow’s head. He saw a big hole in top of the pumpkin where
Farmer Ann had removed the seeds to carve its face. He looked again. The head
wasn't empty. It was full of his acorns.
" Merle jumped back to the scarecrows
shoulders and planted a big kiss on the pumpkin’s cheek. “Thank you for keeping
my acorns safe.”
The
scarecrow said nothing but if you were watching very closely you could see the
mouth curve up into a smile.
Merle climbed on the pumpkin
head and contentedly ate his fill.
Every year after that Merle
Squirrel stored his winter supply of acorns inside the scarecrow's head where
the crows could not find them.
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Song to sing: “Shoo Scarecrow”
(To the tune of "Little Brown Jug.")
(Children stand with arms out feet flat on the floor. Only body moves. They sway back and forth as they sing. At the end they throw their arms out and up as if shooing the crows.)
Fly away crow with coat so black
Fly away crow and don’t come back,
I’m standing here so the corn can grow,
So fly away, fly Away, Fly away crow.
SHOOOOOOOOOOO
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BOOK SUGGESTION: To use with this story,
The Little Old Lady Who Was Not Afraid of Anything
The Little Old Lady Who Was Not Afraid of Anything
by Linda Williams, Megan Lloyd (Illustrator)
COLOR PAGE
Merle Squirrel
This can also be made into a movable picture.
Cut out a pattern for the tail, two arms, two legs
and the acorn.
When pieces are colored or painted cut them out,
punch holes in where they would fit on the body
and fasten them to the body with barbs. You need
three barbs. (Small bend over holders) Glue the
acorn to one of the hands.
This can also be made into a movable picture.
Cut out a pattern for the tail, two arms, two legs
and the acorn.
When pieces are colored or painted cut them out,
punch holes in where they would fit on the body
and fasten them to the body with barbs. You need
three barbs. (Small bend over holders) Glue the
acorn to one of the hands.
If you enjoy these free stories and activities tell your friends and fellow teachers. I will present a free story and activity each month. M.C. Arvanitis.
MERLE SQUIRRELAND THE SCARECROW
graphic taken from
http://akidsheart.com/holidays/thanks/tclip1.htm
MERLE SQUIRREL
AND THE SCARECROW
By
M. C. Arvanitis
Merle Squirrel looked all over the farm for a place to hide his acorns he had collected for the cold winter days ahead. He needed a place where no one could find them. He looked in the corncrib. He looked in the hole in the cottonwood tree. Another squirrel had taken that spot. He looked in the old worn out pail lying in the trash heap. That would not be a good place to hide acorns for the winter. Whereever he looked either another squirrel had claimed the space or it would not be safe enough to hide his acorns.
He wished he had started earlier but he had been so busy learning to jump from one branch to the other that he had forgotten that Squirrels were supposed to store acorns for their winter food. So now here he was with a pile of acorns and no place to store them. He looked at the sky. It would be winter soon and if she left the acorns on the ground the snow would cover them.
He continued to search. Each day brought him closer to winter. He was getting desperate. Then he spied a strange looking object standing in Farmer Ann’s cornfield. It had a wide brimmed hat, arms that stretched straight out, a large jacket and baggy pants flopping in the wind. He jumped on the arm of this thing to see it closer. The head was a pumpkin with a face traced upon it. Why this must be the new scarecrow, the one that Farmer Ann made each fall to scare away the crows,” he thought.
He greeted it, "Hello, scarecrow”. The scarecrow didn't answer.
"Guess you don't feel like being friendly, huh?”
No answer. Merle was about to jump to the ground when he noticed the scarecrow's jacket pockets. They were wide and deep and no one would ever think of looking in them for acorns.
"Say, could I hide my acorns in your pockets for the winter?" he asked.
The scarecrow didn't answer.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
Still no answer.
"Well, than, I'll consider it a yes."
Quickly Merle ran to the oak tree where he had left his pile of acorns. All that day he carried the acorns in his mouth and placed them in the scarecrow's pockets.
When he finally had the pile of acorns stored the scarecrows pockets, he climbed back onto its arm and look into the scarecrow's pumpkin face.
"Thank you for letting me store my acorns in your coat pockets. I am going to take a short winter nap now but when I wake I will be hungry. They will taste very good when the snow covers the ground and there is nothing else to eat. If you get hungry you may have a few."
Merle climbed up to his winter’s nest in the oak tree. Just as he settled down for the winter he saw a big black crow fly near. The scarecrow waved its coat sleeves and the crow flew away. “Good,” he thought. The Scarecrow will keep my acorns safe.
Early in the spring, Merle’s tummy began to growl. It rumbled so loudly that it woke him. He woke up very hungry, but he didn't worry. He knew where to find some acorns.
Quickly he jumped to the scarecrow's arm. "I've come to get my acorns,” he said.
The scarecrow didn't answer.
"Thanks for looking after them, anyway."
Merle reached his paw into the pocket. The pocket was empty.
"Well, I did say you could eat a few, I guess."
He reached into the other pocket. That pocket was also empty. Merle jumped on the scarecrow's arm. "Did you eat all my acorns?”
The scarecrow didn't say anything, but Merle noticed that its face was sort of puffy.
"You did eat my acorns. I said you could eat a few. I didn't say you could eat all of them." He jumped up and down in anger.
At that moment the big black crow zoomed down to reach its beak inside the scarecrow's pocket. It reached to the bottom but came up empty. It tried the other pocket and finally flew away with a loud caw coming from its empty beaked
"So it was the crows that ate my acorns. Oh dear, I'm so hungry. I'll starve before the new acorns are ready for dropping." Merle started to cry.
The scarecrow's jacket moved back and forth in the breeze. But wait, its pumpkin head was moving too. It shook so hard that the hat fell off. Merle jumped to the lowest branch in fright. He looked down at the scarecrow’s head. He saw a big hole in top of the pumpkin where Farmer Ann had removed the seeds to carve the eyes and nose and mouth. She looked again. The head wasn't empty. It was full of acorns. His acorns.
"You saved my acorns from the crows. Thank you. Thank you so much!" Merle jumped back to the scarecrows shoulders and planted a big kiss on the pumpkin’s cheek. The scarecrow said nothing but if you were watching very closely you could see the mouth curve up into a smile.
Merle climbed on the pumpkin head and contentedly ate his fill. He wasn't going to starve after all.
Every fall Farmer Ann gave the scarecrow a new pumpkin head. And every fall Merle Squirrel stored her winter supply of acorns inside the scarecrow head--where the big black crows could not get them.
---------------------------------------9/13/11
HURSHAL LOST
from FotoSearch.com
FREE TO COPY
HURSHAL LOST
by
M. C. Arvanitis
On their way home from vacation Anthony’s family stopped at
a motel for the night. Anthony hugged his teddy bear, Hurshal,
as he fell asleep in the motel bed. He was still asleep when Mom
carried him to the car early the next morning. He slept all the
way home.
"Wake up, we are home,” Mom called as they drove into their
driveway. Anthony was glad. Hurshal and he didn't like to ride
in cars for such a long time. He reached for Hurshal. His teddy
bear wasn't there. He looked on the floor -- No Hurshal!
"I can't find Hurshal," he shouted.
“Oh he has to be here somewhere.” Dad looked all over in
the car. “But I don’t see him in the car anywhere.”
Anthony started to cry. Where was Hurshal? Mom took his
hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll find your bear. He’s probably
packed away in the luggage somewhere. We’ll look when we get
everything in the house.” But when all the suitcases and Anthony’s
back pack were emptied Hurshal was nowhere to be found.
Mom looked at Dad. "Honey, didn't you get Hurshal from
the motel?"
"I thought you picked him up,” Dad answered.
Anthony shouted, "You left Hurshal at the motel?"
“Now calm down, I’ll call the hotel and see if they
found him.” When Dad clicked off his cell phone he smiled. “Good
news. The desk clerk said they found Hurshal and would mail
him home right away.”
Anthony ran out to wait on the curb by the mailbox. Soon
Dad sat down beside him. "Hurshal won't be here for a couple
of days, you know. It takes time to mail a package somewhere."
"But Hurshal can't sleep without me,” Anthony sobbed.
Daddy handed Anthony his new blue bear Grandma had given him
for Christmas. "Will this bear do until Hurshal gets home?"
"No!" Anthony threw the bear on the ground and stamped his
foot. "I want Hurshal."
"I'm sorry but you will have to do without Hurshal for a
couple of days,” Dad said.
That night Anthony couldn't sleep even when Mom rocked him.
"Let’s talk about Hurshal," Mom said. "What do you like about him?"
"I like the way he smells, and his raggedy ears and his
wrinkly nose."
Mom pulled Anthony’s nose and laughed, “Just like yours?”
She put Anthony into his bed and pulled the quilt up to his chin.
"Think happy thoughts about Hurshal and you'll be asleep before
you know it." Mom was right. Anthony thought of Hurshal and went
directly to sleep.
Two days later when the package came Anthony tore off the
paper. Under the paper was a shoebox. He was afraid to lift the
lid. What if it was someone else’s bear in the box?
"Open the box,” laughed Mom. Slowly Anthony lifted the lid.
His bear looked up at him with his teddy bear smile. He hugged
Hurshal. "I'll never let you get lost again," he promised. And he
never did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
** (Note from author: Hurshal is a true story that happened to my grandson when he was a preschooler.)
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** (Note from author: Hurshal is a true story that happened to my grandson when he was a preschooler.)
C 2011 by M.C. Arvanitis (If using this story please leave comment.)
This story is free and may be shared so long as author is given credit.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
HOW TO MAKE A TEDDY BEAR
To make Hurshal, the teddy bear, cut out two bears shaped as in the example. Use felt and let the child choose
the color he or she wishes. Glue on felt eyes, nose, and a strip of red yarn to make mouth. You can add felt
buttons also if child wishes. When all is dried, place the pieces together, and glue around the edges of the
neck, arms, body and legs. (don't glue above ears.) When dry punch holes around the edges and let child sew
the bear together with yarn from bottom of ears, weaving the yarn under and over. (save enough to go up
over the ears and head.) Do not tie the yarn yet. Carefully stuff the bear with cotton pushing it into the arms
and legs. Let the child decide if his/her bear is a fat bear with lots of cotton or a skinny bear with less cotton.
When stuffed close the top of the bear, glue edges, and continue to sew, Tie the left over yarn into a neat bow
at the top .. or if the child doesn't want a bow tie it tight and clip off the left over. You can also make a neck
bow by placing yarn or ribbon around its neck. Now have the child choose a name for the bear. The more
choices the child has in making the bear, the more the bear will belong to him/her. Some of my students
kept their bears until they were grown.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~neck, arms, body and legs. (don't glue above ears.) When dry punch holes around the edges and let child sew
the bear together with yarn from bottom of ears, weaving the yarn under and over. (save enough to go up
over the ears and head.) Do not tie the yarn yet. Carefully stuff the bear with cotton pushing it into the arms
and legs. Let the child decide if his/her bear is a fat bear with lots of cotton or a skinny bear with less cotton.
When stuffed close the top of the bear, glue edges, and continue to sew, Tie the left over yarn into a neat bow
at the top .. or if the child doesn't want a bow tie it tight and clip off the left over. You can also make a neck
bow by placing yarn or ribbon around its neck. Now have the child choose a name for the bear. The more
choices the child has in making the bear, the more the bear will belong to him/her. Some of my students
kept their bears until they were grown.
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