Kid s Imagination Train July 2014 Volume 2 Issue 7 and draw! http://kidsimaginationtrain.com Come read, learn,
Kid's Imagination Train July 2014 Volume 2 Issue 7 ISSN 2333-987X Editor-in-Chief: Randi Lynn Mrvos Book Reviewer and Marketing Director: Donna Smith Editorial Offices: All across the United States Publishing Office: 4637 Spring Creek Drive Lexington, KY 40515 Mission Statement: Welcome to the Kid's Imagination Train, where children can take the journey of reading in a brand new way. KIT offers book reviews, fiction, poetry, and nonfiction for kids ages 5-12. It s unique in that it engages children by providing the opportunity to illustrate their favorite features and have them published online. We invite you to read, to learn, and to draw! Kid's Imagination Train http://kidsimaginationtrain.com
CONTENTS Volume 2 Issue 7 WHAT'S NEW THIS MONTH? 3...Poetry My Magnificent Dragon by Krista Noble
4...Fiction Old Tree's Scary Day by Diana Smith 5...Nonfiction The Gigantic Giraffe by Edie Stoltz Zolkower 6...Book Review Mr. Tiger Goes Wild by Donna Smith 7...Puzzle What Cargo Does this Car Carry? by Evelyn B. Christensen
My Magnificent Dragon While sitting in my art class, I gripped my marker tight and drew a wondrous dragon, his green scales gleaming bright. I shredded tissue paper, the hue of my red wagon, to form the fiery breath of my awesome, fearsome dragon. I grabbed a jar of glitter glue, among other sparkling things and with it traced the outline of my dragon s silver wings. I dabbed a blot of shimmering paint upon his emerald head. No black eyes for my dragon they ll gleam like gold instead. I gave him spines of steely gray and fangs of pearly white, a curving neck of midnight blue and claws as dark as night. I drew a jagged mountain to be my dragon s home with clouds above and hills below, for him to soar and roam. I showed my friend the dragon while he drew a ship s white sail. Not too bad, John stated, but it s got a wobbly tail. What do you think, Margaret? I asked her with a sigh. Nice colors, she admitted, but there s paint around its eye. I frowned and hid my drawing from my teacher s gaze. I d thought my dragon beautiful something to amaze! But now I looked more closely; maybe my friends were right. Perhaps he was a colorful but wobbly, clumsy sight. At home my mother hugged me and asked to see my craft. I sighed again but showed her, thinking she might even laugh. Instead she said, Why, Jacob! I m proud of what you ve done! Let s hang it on the wall right here, where it s safer from the sun. When I beheld my beaming mom, my heart filled with surprise. Couldn t she see the wobbly tail, the smudge around the eyes? But a fresh glance at my drawing reawakened my delight. My dragon was magnificent, so beautiful, bold and bright! Written by: Krista Noble 3
Old Tree's Scary Day By: Abby
One day, a builder and his helper wanted to build a house, but an oak tree was in the way. This tree has to go, said the builder real slow. How sad, said the helper. I feel bad. Oh, dear me! moaned the tree. All of tree s friends circled her trunk. No! No! cawed the crow. Tree is our friend, cheeped the wren. It isn t fair, sniffled the hare. Wish you could flee, buzzed the bee. All of the animals thought. Even the clouds thought, turning gray. Let me give it a whirl, said the squirrel. He called his buddies. They would show the builder how much fun they could have in the tree. Then, perhaps he would change his mind. The squirrels chittered and chattered in the branches. They scampered right side up and upside down. But the builders did not see the squirrels. They were busy getting their tools ready. It s no use, honked the goose. It s the end of me, groaned the tree. And all for a house, squeaked the mouse.
Homewrecker! rapped the woodpecker. You shush, chirped the thrush. I know a way, twittered the jay. He called all his friends. They would show the builder how many songs they could sing in the tree. Then, perhaps he would change his mind. The birds chirped and trilled on the branches. They twittered and whistled. But the builders didn t hear the music. They were getting ready to cut the tree down. We re out of luck! quacked the duck. Then the clouds parted and the sun appeared. Her light danced on the tree s leaves. I ve just begun, beamed the sun. But how? mooed the cow. The sun blazed in the sky. The clouds stayed away. The tree swayed its branches to stir a breeze. The builder and his helper took a break in the shade of the oak tree. Soon after, a car drove up. It was Mr. Gray, the owner of the land. He wiped his brow and joined the workers under the tree. The tree must come down, said the builder with a frown. Mr. Gray noticed the playful squirrels. He listened to the singing birds. Mr. Gray squinted at the sun and patted the old tree, thankful for the shade. The tree will stay, said Mr. Gray. We ll find a way. Together, the men worked on a new idea. In the end, they came up with a plan. They re going to build a smaller house, squealed the mouse. Let the flag unfurl, chattered the squirrel. You showed us how, mooed the cow. I m sure we ve won, beamed the sun. The tree waved its branches to the squirrels, the birds, the clouds and the sun. Thanks for saving me," said the tree. Written by: Diana Smith 4