Teachers' Domain; Between the Lions; Abiyoyo

Abby Jojo based on a South African folk story text by Pete Seeger illustrations by Michael Hayes. Once upon a time there was a little boy who played the ukulele. Around town the grown ups would say take that thing out of here. Not only that the boy's father got in trouble the boy's father was a magician. He had a magic wand and make things disappear. Played many tricks on people come up to someone about to drink a nice cold glass of something. To see here someone doing a hard job or. Some. Sort. Of comes the father with his magic wand. Come up to someone about to sit down after a hard day's work.

People said to the father get out of here to take your magic wand and your tricks and you and your son just. Boy and his father were ostracized. That means they need to live on the edge. Just don't. Know in this town. They used to tell stories the old people used to tell stories about the Giants they lived in the old days they used to tell of a science called. No you know he said he was as tall as a tree and could eat mom. Of course nobody believed the story. But they told it anyway. For a. Day. The sun rose red all over the hill. The first people got up and looked out the window they saw the big shadow in front of the sun. They could

feel close. Round. Women's. Strong. Drinks is. For your law is. The Holy Ghost company. Comes to the pastor. He grabs on. The street. Here all. He grabs all. Our. Call it. You know. Your most precious possessions and. Just then. The boy and his father woke up. We all know what's coming over. My son. That's our Jojo all live only I could get him to lie down. I could make him disappear. The boy says Come with me. Paul grabbed his father by one. The father gets the magic

wand and the boy gets his ukulele. They run across the field. People don't. Go near him he be killed. Here was ab initio he'll. Be happy all the fingernails because he never caught up. He had slobbery. Because he didn't brush up stinky feet doesn't tend to wash all. Matted hair cause he didn't call you ps to. His clogged Just then the boy whips out his ukulele. Well you know the Giant never heard a song about him before. Great spread over is faint. Hearted Daryn's the oil in the

master science got out a dagger. Down. To. Arms around her up steps the father. Looked out their window. These cards have a Jojo's doesn't. The people read across the fields. The elliptical ploy of his father upon their shoulders. They said. Come back to town. For a. Pair of. Dark. Curly Clay don't care any more. And they all say. Oh still.