Becky the Butterfly Girl … takes us on a yard tour!

 

Love this book!
Love this book!

Becky laughs and giggles as she bounces around the yard – leading us here and there and telling us all about the butterflies!

It’s an adventure into what urban yards can be and a learning experience about the life cycle of the monarch butterflies – and how we can help them survive for the future.

The tour is complete with colorful illustrations – and cookies! ..? cookies? Well, get the book and you’ll see what I mean! 😉

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Monster Goes to School – New Book!

Monster Goes to School !
Monster Goes to School !

It’s the last day of school and kids are bringing things to ‘show and tell’ . . . can you guess what Danny wants to bring?

And, Oh dear! If monster goes to school – will he be a good little monster, or, well, a you know, a monster!?

Get the book to find out the answers – and join the fun. Snizzle warts and hog tails – new adventures are in store!

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Baby Bird Lost – a monster story for spring.

Danny was helping his mommy pull weeds in the garden. It was spring cleanup time and the weeds were growing fast. The weather was warm and sunny – a wonderful day to be outside!

Monster was outside too, watching Danny and wondering what sort of fun he could have if he just jumped into the weed bucket – kerplunk! – gibble-dee, jobble-dee – funk.

But then monster heard a little noise. Peep. Peep, peep . . . coming from somewhere in the bushes along the fence. “Sniffle-snurk, sniffle-chat,” he asked Danny. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, monster?” Danny replied. “I’m busy right now. I didn’t hear anything.” And Danny kept right on pulling weeds and tossing them into the bucket.

So monster flipped a couple of somersaults and wandered off to where he thought he heard the noise. Then he stopped and stood very quiet, listening.

He heard birds chirping. He heard a car drive by on the street. He heard an airplane up in the sky. He heard Danny huff and puff as he pulled the weeds. And then – he heard it again, peep, peep, peep, coming out from the bushes.

“Snick-a-picka-din-din,” he said to the bushes. “Whatever it is – I’m coming in!” and he stepped into the bushes, parting the branches as best he could.

Sniff, sniff, sob, peep, peep! – Monster looked down and on the ground under the bush he saw a little bitty baby bird. It was looking up into the bushes but it didn’t have many feathers and was too tiny to fly. It hopped up and down as it wobbled around on the ground. “Peep, peep, I want my mama!” it cried.

“Oh goodness, oh dear! Who is you and why’s you here?” the monster asked in surprise… He’d never seen a baby bird before – and this little guy was really sad.

The startled little bird looked at the funny creature that had burst into the bushes and wasn’t quite sure if he should laugh – or hop away – fast!

“Oh please,” he sobbed. “Don’t hurt me! I’m just a baby bird. When my momma flew away to get us some food. . . I, well I sort of peeked out of the nest and then I sort of fell over the edge – but – but – but,” and the little bird started to cry harder than before! “I didn’t mean to fall and now I don’t know how to get back to the nest. I’m hungry. I want my mama. Peep, sniff, peep!”

Monster looked at the sad looking little bird. Then, in an instant, he knew just what to do. “Little fuzzle-wunky-flipity-wings, quit your snifflin’ – here’s the things. I won’t harm ya, so take a rest. We just haf’ta find your nest.”

The little bird’s eyes grew big and round. He let out a happy little ‘cheep’ with excitement. “Oh, let’s find my nest. You can do it, I’m sure you can!”

Monster reached down through the bushes and gently picked up the little bird. Little bird looked at monster and at the horns sticking out of his head. “Are those things worms,” asked the baby. “Can I eat one?”

“Hickle-tee-fickle-tee! Cheez and corns! Those aren’t worms – they’re my horns!” said monster with a giggle. “I ain’t baby food for you, little guy.”

Just then there was a loud squawk and a big bird flew right into the bushes – and right at monster! The bird flapped her wings frantically and gave a peck with her beak right on top of monster’s head before she landed on the branch beside him.

“You’ve got my baby, you monster!” she hollered. “You stole him from the nest. Bad-bad-bad!! What sort of a terrible bad monster are you to steal my little baby?!” and she swooped out and gave monster another sharp peck right on his nose!

“Ouchy – ka-pouchy!” cried monster! “This must be your mama and she sure is grouchy!” and a stream of purple and red color shot out from his horns.

Baby bird hopped up and down in monster’s hand. “No, mama, no!” he shook his little head and cried to the big bird. “This is my friend and he is going to help me get back to the nest! I falled off all by myself – he didn’t do it!”

Mama bird, who happened to be a robin, cocked her head from side to side trying to understand what her baby had just said. Then she puffed up her red breast a little bit, flipped her tail, took a big breath of air, looked right at monster – and said “Oh dear. I’m so sorry I called you a monster and pecked at you. I’ve been so worried about my little one here that I guess I just lost my head.”

“But, I yam a monster. . .” began little monster, which made mama bird flap her wings in fright. “Well, I wanna be scary – but scary I’m not. I like to do good things. I like that a lot!” and he sent out some pretty yellow and green polka dots just to make mama feel better.

“Now, let’s get to work, and I’ll do my best,” he said to mama, “to get your baby back home, if you’ll show me your nest.”

Mama bird looked up. With her beak she pointed up above the bushes to a tree branch overhead. “It’s up there,” she said with a sigh. “It’s really quite high.”

“Jeezle bubs!” exclaimed monster, looking up at the nest and then down at the little bird in his hand. “Whizzy nuts and jelly janny. . . we need help from my boy, Danny.”

Monster assured mama robin that her baby would be safe and sound with him as he backed out of the bushes – and almost bumped right into Danny!

“There you are – I’ve been looking for you!” declared Danny. “What are you doing in the bushes – and what is that in your hand? Oh monster, you didn’t take a baby bird out of its’ nest did you?!”

“Pie farts and cherry tarts!” answered monster. “This little guy needs you and me to help him gets where he needs to be. I may be a monster but I’m da best. I don’t take little birdies out of their nest!”

Little bird was peeping again, and hopping up and down in fright. He’d never been close to a human before and he wanted his mama again. “Woozie whoops, little dinky clown,” monster said gently to the baby bird. “It’s all okay – you just calm down.”

So Danny went off to get his daddy. Then daddy went to the garage and got a tall ladder to put up against the tree. And all the while mama robin was singing “They’re helping my baby. They’re helping me. They’re putting baby back up in the tree. Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp-eee!”

Daddy carefully took the little bird and climbed up the ladder to the nest. There were two other little birds cheeping and peeping in surprise and fright as they saw daddy approach with their brother.

Mama bird was right there too. She calmed her babies down and sang to them. “They’re helping us, they’re helping us. Settle down and don’t make a fuss. Chirp-chirp-chirp.”

Daddy gently placed the tiny bird into the nest. “You stay in there now until you’re big enough to fly. It’s a long way down to the ground,” daddy warned.

“I know, peep, peep. I know! I’ll stay here. I won’t go!” sang little bird happily as he snuggled in next to the other babies.
Mama bird was right close by, singing and chirping to her children. Happy to have her little one back in the nest.

As Daddy, Danny and monster were heading back to the house, up flew daddy robin with a big fat, juicy worm in his beak. “This is for the funny little guy who saved my baby,” sang the robin. “A tasty morsel to say thank you!”

Danny and Daddy were laughing to see the look on monsters face. “Fizzle warts and snarly pigs feet! Your fine gift is mighty sweet . . . but I thinks you’se better give it to your babies to eat! Your baby was fine. I liked him a lot. But fat juicy worms – well, I just think not.  Thank you, thank you anyways.”

Robin flew off to babies and nest. The guys and monster went inside to rest.

Figgle-giggle- icky- worms.  The end.

Danny’s Missing Monster Available Now!

Adventures and fun – at least for readers! A trip to the zoo can be a scary, hairy outing for a pesky little monster that decides to do some exploring on his own!

Pink flamingos, giant turtles, alligators, monkeys – who knows where monster goes? Or how he’ll get back to Danny . . ?

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Danny's Missing Monster - another fun monster adventure!
Danny’s Missing Monster – another fun monster adventure!

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Missing? Where, oh where can that little monster be? He’s supposed to be in the back pack … but, he got bored and off he went.

Now, when you get lost at the Zoo, who knows what might happen to you? There are lots of scary animals that might get you – even if you are a “scary” little monster.

Scaryator - I don't wanna be lunch for an alligator!
Scaryator – I don’t wanna be lunch for an alligator!

It’s a fun story . . and monster learns some lessons along the way. Happy ending? You’ll see –

For frights and fun, be sure to get your copy of Danny’s Missing Monster. Up on Amazon kindle by Saturday, April 23rd. $2.99

Celebration Success! Over 270 downloads for Danny Books!

Many readers took advantage of the FREE day for the 3 current Danny Books! Both Danny’s Magic Monster and Danny’s Monster Mischief climbed to #5 in their categories! And many readers left wonderful reviews. Thanks to all readers and reviewers!!

Danny’s Dancing Socks remains FREE and can be downloaded at http://jcy.me/ipnw   This is a fun, rhyming bedtime story and is sure to get smiles and giggles from the kids!

All 3 of the Danny Books are also available in paperback … check it out on Amazon.

Thanks again for reading … and stay tuned for the next book  “Danny’s Monster Missing”

Where's the monster??
Where’s the monster??

 

April 5th – Danny Books FREE in kindle – Party Time!

In honor of author Janet Young’s birthday, April 5, all of the kindle Danny Books will be Free. Please download and enjoy!

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You are invited to share these links with others too! The goal is to get as many links as possible on April 5th and move up in the ranks in the kindle store!

Please help us do that. 😉

FYI – Danny’s Monster Mischief, the latest in the series, will be FREE for 3 days – April 4, 5, 6.

Coming Soon:   “Monster Missing” and “Monster Goes to School”  Lots of fun and adventures ahead for Danny and his monster friend!!

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Danny’s Magic Monster Special Easter Adventure

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff. . . Who’s in those bushes . . ?!

Danny was helping his daddy rake up leaves from their yard. It was spring cleanup time and the day before Easter. The weather was warm and sunny – a wonderful day to be outside! Monster was outside too, watching Danny and wondering what sort of fun he could have if he just jumped into the leaf pile – kerplunk! And then he’d scatter the leaves all around – aw-oh-dee-dum-dee-funk.

But then monster heard a little noise. Sniff, sniff, sniff . . . coming from under the lilac bushes along the fence. “Sniffle-snurk, sniffle-chat,” he asked Danny. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, monster?” Danny replied. “I’m busy right now. I didn’t hear anything.” And Danny kept right on raking the leaves into a pile, making a scrape, scrape, scrape sound on the grass.

So monster flipped a couple of somersaults and wandered off to where he thought he heard the noise. Then he stopped and stood very quiet, listening.

He heard birds chirping. He heard a car drive by on the street. He heard an airplane up in the sky. He heard the scrape, scrape, scrape of Danny’s rake. And then – he heard it again, sniff, sniff, sniff, coming out from under the bushes.

“Snick-a-picka-din-din,” he said to the bushes. “Whatever it is – I’m coming in!” and he stepped into the bushes, parting the branches as best he could.

Sniff, sniff, sob – Monster looked down and on the ground next to the bush he saw a furry little creature with a pink nose and long, floppy ears sitting by a big basket full of white eggs.

“Oh goodness, oh dear! Who is you and why’s you here?” the monster asked in surprise… He’d never seen a bunny before – and this little guy was really sad.

The startled little bunny looked at the funny creature that had burst into the bushes and wasn’t quite sure if he should laugh – or run away fast!

“Oh please,” he sobbed. “Don’t hurt me – or my eggs. I’m an Easter bunny but I’ve lost my colors and I don’t know what to do. I’m supposed to hide colored eggs for the children for Easter, but – but – but,” and the little rabbit started to cry harder than before! “They’re just white and the children won’t like them!”

Monster looked at the sad bunny and the eggs. Then, in an instant, he knew just what to do. “Little fuzzle-wunky-flipity-ears, quit your snifflin’ – stop the tears.  I won’t harm ya. Have no fears.  Now if you help me, blippity-blew, I think I have a fix for you.”

The bunny’s eyes grew big and round. He wiped away a tear with his paw and wiggled his whiskers with excitement. “Oh, do you have my colors? Do you know where they are?”

“Flippy-fuzy-clippety-bone. I got’s colors of my own.” Said monster and then he told the bunny to tickle him!

“Whaa -?” said the surprised bunny. “Tickle you?!”

“Just do it little fur-ball!” demanded monster and he bent over toward the bunny. “You’ll see some for-pickle-pie-donkle-hippy-duppy monster magic.”

The bunny flicked his long ears and they rubbed on the monster’s nose. He flicked them again and monster began to giggle – and COLORS shot out from the monster! Beautiful, rainbow colors that went up into the bushes – and down into the basket of eggs!

Bunny flopped his ears harder – whoosh, swhoosh – on the monster’s face and tummy. Colors went everywhere! Monster was laughing. Bunny started to laugh. He looked into his basket with amazement -the white eggs were now beautiful, multi-colored eggs!

“Wow!” cried the happy bunny, thumping his feet and wiggling his nose with excitement. “You’ve colored my eggs! You are magic! Wheee! Thank you, thank you!!”

Just then, monster heard Danny calling “Monster – monster! Where are you monster?”

“Fizzy-fuzzy-eggy-I got’s to shake a leggy,” said monster to the bunny. “Now no more sniffle-snuffle. You just do the happy bunny shuffle!” And with a big grin, monster EXPLODED out of the bushes and rolled his way up to Danny.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Said Danny. “Look the yard is all clean. Now maybe the Easter Bunny will hide some eggs for us on Easter. Do you think he might?”

“Yuppy-ker-chuppy, fuzzy-flop-poo. I thinks the bunny will bring eggs for you” monster said with a wink and a very big grin. “I bet he brings some eggs with pretty colors too!”

Happy Easter! Fizzle-winks and fuzzy-wuzzy!

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It’s Available Now . . Monster Mischief !

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Danny Book 3
Monster Mischief

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Ideas for Bedtime – Feed the Pig!

Do you have one of those kids … get them all tucked in, last trip to the bathroom, story read – kiss ‘n hugs, night-night sweetie – and you walk down the hall for an hour of quiet time, adult style.

Two, or 5 minutes later comes the familiar call, “Mommy, I need a drink of water.” or “Mommy, I gotta go tinkle.” . . etc., etc.

And this routine gets repeated several times before little Suzy or Sammy finally manage to give it up and settle down for the night.

I had one of those. She would call me back many times before finally giving in. If I insisted that she stay in bed and go to sleep, her little sobs would escalate to screams and tantrums – and then it took me much longer to settle her down!

Back then, I had a rather large glass jar which I kept in the corner of the front hall closet. Any time I came home from shopping, I would hang up my coat, fish any loose change out of my pockets and drop it into the jar.

My daughter caught on to my routine and would hold out her hand for the change.Then she would carefully put the coins into the jar, one by one. She learned that pennies were ‘one’, nickles were ‘5’, dimes were ’10’ and quarters were ‘a whole bunch!’

One day I gave my daughter her own jar with a slot for the coins. Then I told her there was going to be a special way for her to earn coins to fill her jar.

That night, just before I gave her the final kiss good-night, I handed her a little cloth purse. Inside were four pieces of paper which I called her “tickets.”

Then I explained our new game. Every time she called me to get out of bed or get a drink of water or to go tinkle, she would have to give me a ‘ticket.’ In the morning, if she had tickets left, we would count them and I would give her some coins for her jar.

If she only had one ticket left, she got a penny. If she had 2 tickets left, her reward was a nickle. For 3 tickets her pay was a dime. And, if she had all 4 tickets left in the morning her prize would be the big one – a quarter!

I made it clear, no arguments. You get up, you give me a ticket. But that was okay.

The first night she got up twice, and I got two of her ‘tickets.’ When she realized I was serious about charging her to get out of bed, she decided to stay put and hang on to the remaining 2 tickets.

In the morning, when she had 2 tickets still in the little purse, I gave her a nickle for her jar.

The second night Suzy only got up one time, so in the morning I gave her a dime for her jar!

The third night, she called me once and then changed her mind when I asked for the ticket. In the morning I gave her a quarter – the big one! And lots of praise for a good job! She was beginning to enjoy this game, and so was I.

It was not long at all before Suzy would get up in the morning with a smile and present me with all 4 tickets so she could put a quarter in her jar. Sometimes I would give her a choice between pennies, nickles, dimes – mixes that added up to $.25 – or the quarter. It became a fun way to learn about counting, money, and saving money!

One night I heard her crying in bed so I went in to investigate. “Mommy,” she said. “I really have to go to tinkle, but I don’t want to use a ticket.”

At that point I assured her that, if she really had to go, I understood and would give her a free pass! I told her that, sometimes, I even had to get up at night to use the bathroom – but not very often.

Eventually, the jar turned into a fat little piggy bank and the morning routine was to feed the piggy. The night time problem was long gone and our ticket game was not needed – but the game was a fun thing between us.

It also led to further adventures as she grew up. We emptied the piggy and started her own savings account at the bank. That was a proud day for her!

For holidays, since she had lots of toys, she would ask her grandparents for money to “feed the pig.”

Later on, when Suzy needed money for school lunches – or other items, she would always ask for an extra coin or two for the pig.

Nice to report that she now has established the piggy bank routine with her own children!

Look how fat my piggy is!
Look how fat my piggy is!