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I started this task a few months ago with the creation of Dragonfly, the carefree robot star of a book I made as a work of art. I used a book called Death Had Two Sons for my base and painted, drew, glued, cut and burned the new story into existance. I used magazing pages, construction paper, markers, paint, ink, printed IQ test pages, candy, plants, pastels, crayons, matches, glitter, pencils, sharpies, beads,and plasic.

When I was done with dragonfly I wrote a childrens story for the kids. My story goes like this;

One day on a quiet little farm there was an old grey goat tied to a great oak tree. He was a good goat and never chased the farmer's children when they came around.
On this one fine day he was standing by his tree minding his own business when our of the woods came a grizzly bear. He was a bigger meaner grizzly bear than anyone had ever seen. The bear wasn't hungry because he'd eaten three pigs already that day but the goat was all tied up and couldn't run away so the bear decided to eat him anyway.
"You'll make a fine snack" he told the goat.
The old goat said, "Some creatures live only to eat and drink, good creatures eat and drink to live".
The bear looked confused for a moment but then he jumped at the goat. In spite of his age the goat was quick and dashed out of the way. the bears sharp claws missed him by just an inch and cut the rope the goat was tied with. the goat ran away faster than the bear could follow.
The next day the goat was walking though the woods and he heard a pained crying sound. When he followed the sound he found the gluttonous bear with his leg caught in a trap. The bear was so far he couldn't see the trap past his tummy.
"Help me!" cried the bear.
"Help you?" bleated the goat, "I can't believe my ears! You'll try to eat me again!"
"No I won't," whined the bear, "I promise to never eat another goat as long as I live."
"Hold still," said the goat, "Maybe I can help you."
But when the goat came closer to look at the trap the bear bit the goat's back. The goat bleated in pain.
A hunter in the woods nearby heard the ruckus and he had a warm bearskin run when winter came.

It's sort of dark but many many childrens stories are.


With both of my books I went to the public library in search of children and found two eager youngsters right away. Six year old Sara and her four year old sister Hannah. They loved my books.