A children's book focusing on exploring and learning about forest animals.

Sammy the fox doesn't want to join his friends, Ellie, Benny, and Mia, in building a sandcastle at the beach. But when he destroys their hard work, the friends show him that working together can be fun and rewarding. Through teamwork, they create the best sandcastle ever, and Sammy learns that kindness and collaboration are the keys to friendship.

A young kanagraoo's desire to learn to jump.

Leo big basketball game

Three sisters, Maya, Lila, and Sophie, live in a cozy house at the edge of a forest. Maya and Lila have long, straight black hair, while Sophie, the youngest, has soft, curly brown hair. Though Sophie loves playing with her sisters, she often feels different because of her curly hair. She wishes her hair was like theirs, thinking it would make her fit in better. One day, Sophie shares her feelings with her sisters, and they reassure her, telling her how much they love her curly hair and how it makes her unique. They remind her that everyone has something special about them. Grandma Mai, too, shares a story about how she once felt the same about her curly hair but later realized it made her special, like a colorful bird among others. Sophie begins to embrace her curls, feeling proud of what makes her different. Her sisters and Grandma’s love help her see that her curls are part of what makes her beautiful and one of a kind. Sophie learns to love herself just as she is, and from then on, she celebrates her unique, curly hair. The End.

A girl whose identity gets misinterpreted

I love my tablet. I love playing games and watching videos. I love it so much I take it everywhere and use it all the time. My mummy does not like my tablet. She thinks I use it too much. She only thinks that because she never had a tablet when she was young. Today, I went to use my tablet and the power turned off. I couldn’t play any games. I couldn’t watch any videos, and my tablet was dying. What in the world am I to do? I’ll die of boredom for sure. Five minutes without my tablet and I was pacing the floor. I just don’t know what to do. Mummy walks by, and simply says “Go outside.” Go OUTSIDE? Is she out of her mind? I’ll get itchy, and dirty. And it’s SO HOT! No way. I can’t do that. Mummy starts to go on and on about how she would play when she was young but that doesn’t change my mind at all. Besides, she has so much to say about how she used to play but I don’t see her going outside. “Come,” She said. “Let me show you what it was like in the good ole’ days.” Mummy took me outside and my skin started to melt off my bones. The grass was already pricking my skin, and a rock rolled right into my Crocs. Mummy didn’t mind any of my cries, and started to show us all the joys of her old life. That day, we climbed the mango tree until my sister Jana scraped her knee. We played hopscotch on the concrete using rocks to draw on the street. Daddy taught us how to shoot marbles in the dirt. Johnny lost and was very hurt. We made mud-pies and fed them to all the guys. We spinned and sang to the beat of our own drum, There’s a brown girl in the ring. Sha-la-la-la-la. There’s a brown girl in the ring sha-la-la-la-la. There’s a brown girl in the ring sha-la-la-la-la. And she looks like a sugar and a plum, plum, PLUM. So soon, it was time to go inside. Mummy picked the prickles off of my pants as I tried not to cry. The power was back on, but it was not as fun. Mummy was really right about them good ole’ days.

The smell of boiled crawfish filled the Louisiana kitchen, mixing with steam rising from the big silver pot. The wooden table was covered in newspaper, already stained with seasoning, and piled high with bright red crawfish, steaming potatoes, and golden corn. Gage sat on his knees, eyes wide as he stared at the mound of crawfish in front of him. His little brother wiggled in his high chair, smacking the tray while Daddy leaned back with a grin, beer in hand. Momma rolled up her sleeves. “Alright, cher, time to learn how to peel a crawfish.” Momma laughed, grabbing a fat crawfish. “Ain’t no wrong way, long as you get the meat out. But I’ll show you the right way.” She held the crawfish up. “First, grab it where the head and tail meet—right here. Now twist.” With a quick motion, she popped off the head. “Some folks suck the head for the good juices.” Gage gagged. “Ew, no way!” Daddy chuckled. “More for me, then!” Momma shook her head, smiling. “Alright, suit yourself. Now, pinch the end of the tail, squeeze a little, and pull.” She slid out the perfect piece of meat and dipped it in butter. “See? Easy.” Gage copied her, his fingers fumbling at first—twist, pinch, pull. Out came the juicy meat. “I did it!” Momma clapped. “That’s my boy! Now try it.” He dipped it in the butter and took a bite. His face lit up. “Mmm! That’s good!” His little brother babbled, reaching for the pile. Daddy laughed. “Looks like we got another crawfish lover.” The kitchen filled with laughter as they peeled and ate, passing corn and potatoes around. Gage wiped his hands and reached for another. “Momma, I think I’m getting good at this.”Momma ruffled his hair. “Told you, cher. Crawfish season ain’t just about eatin’. It’s about family.” And that night, under the warm glow of their Cajun kitchen, Gage became a true crawfish peeler.

A story about a 4 year old boy, that is the best big brother to his baby sister.

Одного весняного дня кошеня гуляло на подвір'ї та ніжилося на сонечку. Як раптом, за ним побіг песик, доганяючи та голосно гавкаючи. Кошеня від страху залізло на найвище дерево.

Christopher is 4 years old, living in an island and in the summer there is a contest for the greatest sand castle. Christopher wins the competition and the story is funny.

El Huevo que no quería romperse.

A childrens book about a young Lakota Sioux Native American boy named Deacon. This story takes you through the daily things that Lakota Sioux do each day. Sioux means "little snakes" and Deacon is a proud member of the snake house. Lakota are known for their warrior culture and their Ghost Dance to protect their lands. Lakota Sioux manly hunt and eat buffalo. They would eat chokecherries and enjoy herbal tea. They use the buffalo skin to make blankets and teepees and moccasins for their feet. They live in "Tipis" the Sioux word for dwelling. The Lakota Sioux live in North America clustered in what is now Wisconsin, Minnesota and North and South Dakota or the Great Plains. Lakota Sioux were known for their beadwork and porcupine quillwork. Lakota Sioux would use canoes to travel and dogs/sleds to pull things. When horses were introduced to them it changed their culture. Long hair is important to the Lakota Sioux and should not be cut unless you are mourning the loss of a loved one. Lakota children played with rawhide dolls and throwing the willow spear. It is important to pass on the Lakota traditions and remember their 7 values of respect, compassion, honesty, generosity, wisdom, humility, and prayer.

How Maya helped a lost puppy find it's home

Ricky, un pequeño conejo curioso, sueña con ganar una medalla en la Gran Competencia del Bosque. Sin embargo, cuando intenta correr como el guepardo, saltar como el canguro y nadar como el delfín, descubre que no es el mejor en ninguna de estas habilidades. Justo cuando empieza a sentirse desanimado, una fuerte tormenta amenaza el bosque, y Ricky encuentra su verdadero talento cuando todos más lo necesitan. Una historia sobre la importancia de descubrir lo que nos hace únicos y valorar nuestras propias habilidades.

Girl visits grandparent in the village, she finds a garden which is full of secrets and adventures

Luna visits Paris with her parents. There they will visit very beautiful places and have an incredible and unique experience.

A little dog has been foud by a 8 year old girl. She is looking for the dog owner but finaly the dog stays at her house.

Woodson stop his dog sled race to help a stranded polar bear

1. The story centers on a young girl and her friends who spend time at the airport after school. 2. These children have jobs and daily tasks that ensure smooth operation of the airport, named TwoHands International Airport. 3. The Maintenance Hangar, located at the rear of the airport, is operated by an older gentleman known as Uncle Jimmy. 4. A master of all aspects of airplane maintenance, Uncle Jimmy has created a space where children can work, discover, and play in a secure and nurturing setting after school.