Storytime; 101 & 102

<v Keano>What's the story, amigos? This is Keano with some cool stories for today's story <v Keano>time. <v Host>First, meet a little green dragon who has no table manners. <v Maura>And sprays the surprised Anna with a mouthful of cocoa. <v Host>John Goodman reads a book about the adventures of a lost polar. <v John Goodman>A very big tan [inaudible], sprung out of the water <v John Goodman>BRRRRRR it said. <v Host>And the story of a little girl and her strange and scary neighbor. <v John Goodman>Go away. <v Children>Major funding for storytime is made possible by a grant from Helen and Peter Bing so <v Children>that families anywhere I can share the joy of dreaming with their children. <v Children>Additional funding is provided by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, <v Children>by the annual financial support from viewers like you. <v Children>And by National Endowment for Children's Educational Television.

<v Children>[music plays] <v Keano>Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. <v Keano>Hi, Lucy. Well, hi, Maura. <v Maura>Hi. <v Keano>Hi. <v Lucy>Hi, Keno. How's it going? <v Keano>Oh, it's going great. I was just hoping that we could read some stories. <v Keano>Woah Hey, what are you doing, Lucy? <v Keano>Maura. Maura, look at this coming. <v Keano>Look at this. Look at this beautiful painting that Lucy's doing. <v Keano>What is it?

<v Lucy>I'm not sure. I'm just painting what I feel. <v Keano>Gosh is that how you feel, Lucy. <v Maura>Well, that's a happy painting. <v Lucy>Yes. That's how I feel. <v Keano>I feel like. I feel like, could we read a story? <v Maura>Sure. Hey, why don't we read this one? <v Keano>Oh, yeah. Let's do it. <v Keano>Ow! Ow! Lucy, could you teach me how to paint? <v Lucy>Sure thing. <v Keano>Great. <v Lucy>I'll teach you what I know. Maybe we can start a little later today. <v Lucy>Oh, I don't know, Lucy, because Uncle John said he would come over to read maybe <v Lucy>a little later today. <v Lucy>Well, if he comes, we'll paint another day. <v Keano>OK. <v Maura>Shall we start the story now? <v Keano>Oh. Yup. Yup. Now's a good time. <v Maura>All right. Here we go. <v Maura>It's called Anna and the Little Green Dragon. <v Maura>And it was written and illustrated by Klaus Baumgart. <v Keano>Oh, look what happened to her face, Maura. <v Keano>Was she playing with Lucy's paint? <v Maura>Oh, I hope not.

<v Maura>No, I uh, I think that's Coco Keano. <v Maura>Tell you what. Let's read it and find out. Should I start? <v Keano>Oh, yeah. Now's a good time. <v Maura>OK. Here we go. Oh, wait a minute. <v Maura>What now? Keano <v Keano>I'm not settled. <v Keano>There. <v Maura>Ready? <v Maura>OK, here we go. <v Maura>This morning, like every other morning, Anna is sitting <v Maura>sleepily at the breakfast table. <v Maura>She is eating toast with a thick layer of marmalade on top. <v Maura>Suddenly, the box of corn flakes starts to shake <v Maura>until it tips over. <v Maura>Anna can't believe her eyes. <v Maura>A little green dragon jumps out the cereal <v Maura>box. <v Maura>The dragon blinks, stretches a little, and then <v Maura>starts to explore the breakfast table. <v Maura>He jumps onto the butter and squishes all through his

<v Maura>dragon toes. <v Maura>And then before Hannah can <v Maura>stop him, he tries to balance an egg on his nose and jiggle the corn flakes. <v Maura>Unfortunately, he hasn't practiced enough and makes <v Maura>a mess. <v Maura>Undaunted, he shows off another one of his tricks bravely. <v Maura>He climbs to the edge of Anna's cocoa cup and does <v Maura>a handstand. <v Maura>Once again, the little green dragon loses his balance. <v Maura>And with a big splash, he falls into <v Maura>the cocoa when he doesn't surface <v Maura>Anna wonders where he went. <v Maura>Up comes the little green dragon and sprays the surprised Anna with a mouthful <v Maura>of cocoa. Did you see him do that?

<v Maura>Yeah. <v Maura>That's enough scolds, Anna. What's going on here? <v Maura>Who are you? There's no need to get upset. <v Maura>I'll let you do the same thing to me, replies a little dragon, jumping down from Anna's <v Maura>hand and hiding behind the cup. <v Maura>Okay, I can do that. <v Maura>Thinks Anna and she takes a big gulp of the cocoa to spray the little <v Maura>dragon. <v Maura>Just then the door opens and in comes Anna's <v Maura>mother shocked by the messy table, she takes a step back. <v Maura>Just look at this mess. <v Maura>She cries Anna tries to explain that it's not her fault. <v Maura>The little green dragon did it. <v Maura>But now mother is really mad. <v Maura>Anna, I've told you a thousand times that there is no <v Maura>such thing as a dragon before her mother has <v Maura>a chance to speak again.

<v Maura>There's a knock at the door when Anna's mother <v Maura>opens it, She grows very pale. <v Maura>There, right before her eyes is a great <v Maura>big green dragon. <v Maura>Good morning. The dragon says very politely. <v Maura>Have you by any chance seen my son? <v Keano>Have you by any chance seen my son? <v Keano>Oh. Oh, I get it. <v Keano>I get it. That mama dragon was looking for her little one. <v Maura>And perhaps now Anna's mother is going to think twice about whether or not dragons are <v Maura>real. <v Lucy>Oh, I have a question for both of you. <v Lucy>Did you notice any extra little characters in <v Lucy>this story? <v Keano>Oh, I didn't. I didn't. <v Lucy>Well, look right here. OK, look.

<v Lucy>See the little fly? <v Lucy>See here. <v Lucy>He's just sitting and over here, the little <v Lucy>fly is misbehaving. <v Keano>Where. Where? I don't see anything. <v Lucy>See, Can you see it? <v Maura>Well, that's very interesting. I read the whole book and I didn't even notice that. <v Lucy>Look right there. See it? <v Keano>Oh, sure. Now I see it. Hey. <v Keano>Hey. I just thought of something. Since this is a dragon story, that <v Keano>fly must be a dragon fly. <v Maura>Wow. <v Maura>Very funny [laughing]. <v Keano>I am so funny. <v Maura>Yes, you are very funny oh. <v Maura>Oh excuse me. <v Maura>I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I have to go. <v Maura>I'm putting together a whole bunch of books for a friend of mine. <v Maura>See you later. <v Lucy>Bye. <v John Goodman>First we're going to be a story about a polar bear and a chameleon. <v John Goodman>That's an interesting combination, don't you think?

<v John Goodman>And the second story is about a little girl [inaudable] Strange and scary <v John Goodman>neighbor. <v Keano>Wow. Hey, that's Uncle John. <v Keano>He came. Will you read us some stories? <v John Goodman>Hey, don't worry, I came prepared. <v John Goodman>I brought a book about a little polar bear and this other book about a girl named <v John Goodman>Rose who has a strange and scary neighbor. <v Lucy>Are you really Keano's uncle? <v John Goodman>No, not really. <v Keano>We just call him Uncle John because he's good to us kids and he reads the stories <v Keano>and he's friendly and he's funny and he knows lots of stories that are good for kids. <v Lucy>Did you bring any of your good stories today, John? <v John Goodman>I sure did. <v Lucy>Oh, should I call you Uncle John? <v John Goodman>John's fine. The little ones like to call me Uncle John. <v John Goodman>A story I brought today is called The Little Polar Bear, written and illustrated by <v John Goodman>Hommes dabeer. <v Keano>Rhymes with root beer.

<v John Goodman>Yeah. You know what? It sure does. <v John Goodman>It was a big day for Lars. <v John Goodman>He was going with his father on his first hunting trip. <v John Goodman>Lars was white all over, just like his father. <v John Goodman>In fact, at the North Pole where Lars lived, everything was white <v John Goodman>because it covered in ice and snow. <v John Goodman>Lars' father showed him how to do all kinds of things, follow tracks, swim <v John Goodman>and dive. <v John Goodman>He talked and talked and Lars listened silently, paying close attention. <v John Goodman>Once his father disappeared under water and stayed so long, the <v John Goodman>lars began to worry. But when his father finally reappeared, he <v John Goodman>had a big fish for supper <v John Goodman>when it was time to go to sleep. <v John Goodman>Lars, his father, said, make a big pile of snow to protect <v John Goodman>yourself from the wind like I do.

<v John Goodman>Lars was proud of this pile, but he was so very tired. <v John Goodman>He quickly fell asleep just like his father. <v John Goodman>But during the night, ice began to crack. <v John Goodman>The piece where Lars was laying, broke off. <v John Goodman>When Lars woke up, it was morning. He was all alone in the middle of the sea. <v John Goodman>It was getting warmer and warmer and the piece of ice and largest pile of snow <v John Goodman>were getting smaller and smaller. <v John Goodman>When the ice was almost completely melted, Lars saw a big barrel drifting by. <v John Goodman>Luckily, Lars was able to reach the barrel and climb on top of it. <v John Goodman>Then a storm began to rage <v John Goodman>As Lars clung to his bobbing barrel. <v John Goodman>He missed his father and his pile of snow more and more. <v John Goodman>After the storm, Lars drifted on the sea for a long time.

<v John Goodman>At last he saw land, but he couldn't see any snow or ice. <v John Goodman>Almost everything was green and the sun was very warm. <v John Goodman>Lars carefully slid off the barrel, and stepped <v John Goodman>onto the beach. <v John Goodman>The beach was hot and yellow. <v John Goodman>It burned Lars' paws. <v John Goodman>He ran to a river nearby. <v John Goodman>But just as he was about to plunge in, a very big tan, <v John Goodman>animal sprung out of the water, Burrrrrr it said. <v John Goodman>Lars quickly ran to hide. <v John Goodman>I was only joking. Called the Big Tan Animal. <v John Goodman>All right, I'm Henry the Hippopotamus. <v John Goodman>Who are you? <v John Goodman>Were you so white? <v John Goodman>Well Lars didn't know the answer to the last question. <v John Goodman>Where. Where I come from. <v John Goodman>Everything is white. He said. <v John Goodman>He told Henry about his long journey and asked him how he could get back to his father.

<v John Goodman>Henry listened sympathetically. <v John Goodman>But he seemed confused. <v John Goodman>He wiggled his ears, he squirmed. <v John Goodman>And finally said, the only one who can help you is <v John Goodman>Marcus the Eagle. <v John Goodman>He has traveled all over the world. <v John Goodman>He will know where you come from and how you can get back there. <v John Goodman>But we'll have to cross the river, go through the jungle, <v John Goodman>climb the mountains to reach him. <v John Goodman>Lars was happy to go, but when he looked at the river, he said <v John Goodman>the only problem is I can't swim very well. <v John Goodman>No problem at all, said Henry, climb on my back. <v John Goodman>I won't sink. Lars was astonished <v John Goodman>by the things that he saw in the jungle. <v John Goodman>Henry patiently explained everything.

<v John Goodman>Lars, especially liked the tall brown stocks that Henry called trees. <v John Goodman>There were such fun to climb. <v John Goodman>In one, brown stocks sat a funny green animal which suddenly turned white <v John Goodman>just like Lars. <v John Goodman>It's a chameleon said Henry. <v John Goodman>It can change its color. <v John Goodman>Lars thought that was a handy thing to be able to do. <v John Goodman>At the edge of the jungle. <v John Goodman>The mountains began. It was a bit cooler and lars felt more comfortable. <v John Goodman>Henry found climbing difficult, but Lars helped by telling <v John Goodman>him where to step. <v John Goodman>After a while, Henry was exhausted. <v John Goodman>That's enough for today, he said. <v John Goodman>Tomorrow we will continue. Let's rest here and look out at the nice view. <v John Goodman>As Lars looked out over the land at sea. He began to feel homesick.

<v John Goodman>Cheer up, said Henry. You'll be home again soon. <v John Goodman>The next day, they climbed higher. <v John Goodman>Henry often had to stop to catch his breath. <v John Goodman>But at last he calls here comes Marcus, as a huge bird <v John Goodman>swooped down near Lars. Lars ducked. <v John Goodman>Don't be afraid, said Henry. <v John Goodman>Marcus seems gruff, but he's really quite friendly. <v John Goodman>Henry said good morning to Marcus and politely explained why they had come. <v John Goodman>Eagle looked at Lars and then he said. <v John Goodman>Well, well a polar bear in the tropics. <v John Goodman>You're a long way from home, aren't you, young man? <v John Goodman>Fortunately, I can arrange your passage back tomorrow morning. <v John Goodman>I will have Samsun fetch you from the beach. <v John Goodman>Thank you very much, sir. Lars said shyly. <v John Goodman>The next morning, Henry and Lars met Marcus on the beach. <v John Goodman>Right on time, said Marcus proudly, as a huge gray whale <v John Goodman>arrived. Although Henry was happy for Lars, he was also sorry to

<v John Goodman>see him go. <v John Goodman>Take care of yourself, He said, sadly. <v John Goodman>Thanks for everything, Henry. <v John Goodman>Lars called as the whale swam away. <v John Goodman>Marcus flew along a bit to set them on the way. <v John Goodman>Henry stood alone on the beach, kept watching for a long time <v John Goodman>after Lars and the whale disappered. <v John Goodman>Samson swam a long way until they were surrounded by ice and snow. <v John Goodman>We must be near your home now, he said. <v John Goodman>At the same moment, Lars called there he is. <v John Goodman>Father, Father I'm back. <v John Goodman>Lars, his father couldn't believe his eyes. <v John Goodman>There was Lars riding on top of a whale. <v John Goodman>Lars, his father was very tired from looking for Lars. <v John Goodman>But he wasn't too tired to catch a big fish for Sampson to thank him. <v John Goodman>Sampson waved as he swam away.

<v John Goodman>And now, said Lars' father. <v John Goodman>We must go straight home because your mother is worried. <v John Goodman>On the way home, Lars rode on his father's back. <v John Goodman>Everything was white and he was surrounded by snow and ice. <v John Goodman>But this time, Lars talked and talk while his father was silent. <v John Goodman>He told his father about all the amazing things he had seen. <v John Goodman>Henry, the tall brown stocks. <v John Goodman>Marcus, and much more. <v John Goodman>You didn't meet anyone who was white. <v John Goodman>asked his father in surprise. <v John Goodman>Nobody except the chameleons, said Lars. <v John Goodman>But that doesn't count. <v John Goodman>Lars had laugh by himself because his father didn't understand his joke. <v Keano>Oh, boy, that was a good story, Uncle John. <v Keano>Oh, will Lars, ever go back to the jungle, do you think? <v John Goodman>Oh, I don't know. What do you think?

<v Children>No, no. <v John Goodman>Why not? <v John Goodman>Why do you think he'll go back? <v Child>Maybe that same thing will happen again. <v John Goodman>Could be. <v Child>Yeah. <v Keano>Lars made some good friends in the jungle. <v Keano>Maybe he'll want to visit them when he grows up. <v Lucy>Well, he probably will. But the jungle is not a great place for polar <v Lucy>bears. <v Keano>Why not? <v John Goodman>Well, they don't like places where it's real hot. <v John Goodman>They are cool weather bears. <v Keano>Well, Uncle John. You know what? <v John Goodman>What? <v Keano>You know how the father polar bear teaches Lars how to fish? <v John Goodman>Yes. <v Keano>Well, my grandpa taught me how to fish. <v Lucy>And in the story, Lars taught his father something, remember? <v Keano>What? <v Lucy>Well, what did the little polar bear tell his <v Lucy>father when he came back? <v Child>About the jungle <v Lucy>That's right. What else? <v Lucy>What about the jungle? <v Child>A lot of animals. <v Child>He saw an eagle. <v Child>He saw an eagle, he saw a whale. <v Child>He saw a lot <v Child>of trees.

<v Lucy>Trees. [unclear] <v Lucy>See, Lars taught his father something too. <v John Goodman>And Lars told his father that the chameleon didn't count. <v Keano>What's a chameleon? <v John Goodman>A chameleon, Keano is a lizard that can change the color of its skin for protection <v John Goodman>against predators. <v Keano>Oh, what's a predator? <v John Goodman>That's an animal, who wants to have the chameleon for dinner. <v Keano>Oh. <v John Goodman>Maura. How's it going with your bookwork? <v Maura>I'm almost finished. Hey, that was a nice story, John. <v John Goodman>Why, thank you. Hey, let's go over to Maura to read this other book that I brought. <v Maura>Oh, that's a great idea. <v Maura>I can work while you read, perfect. <v Keano>Yeah. Come on. Let's go, everybody. <v John Goodman>Let's go. <v Maura>Now I know why they call you Uncle John. <v Keano>Oh, why, Maura? <v Maura>Oh, because John was nice enough to find out how I was doing working here and nice enough <v Maura>to come over me. Thanks.

<v John Goodman>You're welcome. No big deal. <v John Goodman>And this other book that I have is called Rose Meets Mr. Wintergarden. <v Keano>Do they do they get together for dinner and some pizza or for some taco <v Keano>salad maybe. <v John Goodman>No. For cookies. <v John Goodman>Oh, you'll see. This story was written and illustrated by Bob <v John Goodman>Graham. <v John Goodman>The morning the Summers family moved into their new house. <v John Goodman>They felt at home. <v John Goodman>Faith and Rose put up their pictures. <v John Goodman>Baby Blossom watched. <v John Goodman>Mr. and Mrs. Summers planted pansies, Tunisia's daisies and geraniums. <v John Goodman>Their garden was a carpet of flowers and all before the sun went down <v John Goodman>every morning from the roof of their house. <v John Goodman>The summers watched the sun come up. <v John Goodman>The sun never touched the house next door.

<v John Goodman>Next door, everything bristled. <v John Goodman>Next door lived Mr. Wintergarden. <v John Goodman>There were stories in the street about Mr. Wintergarden. <v John Goodman>He's mean, said Emily, and horrible, said Arthur. <v John Goodman>He's got a dog like a wolf, said Naomi, and a salt water <v John Goodman>crocodile. <v John Goodman>They say he rides on his crocodile at night, said Emily, and gets you Arthur <v John Goodman>shrieked. I don't believe you, said Rose. <v John Goodman>Anyway, don't frighten Blossom. <v John Goodman>My dad lost his football over there when he was a boy, said Emily. <v John Goodman>You can just see it through the prickles old and flat as a pancake. <v John Goodman>No one ever goes in there, said Arthur. <v John Goodman>In case Mr. Wintergarden eats people. <v John Goodman>If your ball ever goes over, says Naomi Forget it. <v John Goodman>And Just that, Rose's ball went straight over Mr. Wintergardens's

<v John Goodman>fence. <v John Goodman>Rose went to tell her mom, well, honey bunch, Mom said, you can get your ball back. <v John Goodman>Why don't you just go and ask him? <v John Goodman>Because he eats kids, said Rose. <v John Goodman>Well, we'll take him some cookies instead. <v John Goodman>Said Mom, and maybe some flowers. <v John Goodman>Mr. Wintergarden's front gate had not been open for years. <v John Goodman>Rose heaved and pushed. <v John Goodman>The gate groaned and squeaked and slowly, it opened. <v John Goodman>Rose could see that there was a dog. <v John Goodman>Big as a wolf. <v John Goodman>I don't see any crocodiles, she said. <v John Goodman>I should hope not, replied Mom. <v John Goodman>She threw the dog a cookie. <v John Goodman>Rose knocked on Mr. Winter Garden's <v John Goodman>door. <v John Goodman>Who in the devil is that? Shouted a voice from the inside.

<v John Goodman>It's me, said Rose. <v John Goodman>She tiptoed in. <v John Goodman>What do you want, said Mr. Wintergarden. <v John Goodman>I'm Rose Summers from from next door. <v John Goodman>I've come to ask for my ball back. <v John Goodman>She twisted her fingers in her handkerchief. <v John Goodman>I brought some flowers and cookies from my mom. <v John Goodman>Mr. Wintergarden glared at her. <v John Goodman>His dinner was cold, gray and uninviting, with <v John Goodman>grisel foating in it and mosquitoes breeding on top. <v John Goodman>Rose could see that he wasn't eating children. <v John Goodman>Please, may I look for my ball? she asked. <v John Goodman>No, said Mr. Winter Garden go away, but when Rose had gone.

<v John Goodman>Mr. Wintergarden slowly pushed back his chair. <v John Goodman>And did something he hadn't done in years. <v John Goodman>Mr. Wintergarden opened his curtains. <v John Goodman>He sat on his front step in the sun. No one has ever asked for <v John Goodman>their ball back he said to himself or brought cookies. <v John Goodman>He saw Rose's ball and he thoughtfully pushed it with his toe. <v John Goodman>Next, he made some darting movements, had made his coattails fly in the sun. <v John Goodman>And then Mr. Wintergarden kicked the ball <v John Goodman>right back over the fence. <v John Goodman>Nice kick said Rose, Great catch said Mr. Wintergarden, would <v John Goodman>you mind throwing me back my slipper?

<v John Goodman>Catch Mr. Wintergarden, said Rose, throwing back the slipper. <v John Goodman>Good throw, Rose. said Mr. Wintergarden. <v John Goodman>Let's play again tomorrow. <v John Goodman>The end. <v John Goodman>What do what do you think happened the next day, ryan? <v Ryan>They played. <v John Goodman>They played? They played again? <v John Goodman>You think they play kick the ball over the fence? <v Child>Yeah. <v Ryan>No. <v John Goodman>Or do you think they maybe forgot about the fence and got together and played in <v John Goodman>somebody's yard? <v Ryan>Yeah. Yeah Yeah. <v John Goodman>Do you think they played together again? <v John Goodman>Or do you think Mr. Wintergarden went back to his meat with <v John Goodman>mosquitoes on it? <v Child>He played. <v John Goodman>He played? You think he played with Rose? <v Lucy>Well, maybe they got together to draw and paint in the garden. <v Maura>Maybe they got together and they had cookies and read stories. <v Keano>Maybe Mr. Wintergarden kicked himself over the fence and Rose caught him. <v Lucy>Oh, I think I liked the painting idea better. <v Keano>Hey Lucy. Remember when you told me you teach me how to paint?

<v Keano>Maybe today. <v Lucy>Yes, I do. But before we do, let's recommend some books for our friends at home to <v Lucy>read on their own. <v Keano>Oh, fantastico. Here's a favorite. <v Keano>Favorite of mine. Yeah. There it is. <v Keano>It's it's also about a brave girl. <v Keano>It's called The Adventures of Isabel. <v Maura>And I would like to recommend another Rose story. <v Maura>This is called Roses Sing on New Snow. <v Maura>And it's about a young Chinese woman who cooks a very special meal. <v Maura>Well, thank you very much, John, for coming to read to us. <v Maura>Please come back anytime. Okay. <v Keano>And for all of you out there at home, keep a story in your heart. <v Keano>Hasta Leugo, my little tortellinis. <v Keano>Let's go paint Lucy. Let's go paint, come on <v Host>Today's story Time books are Anna and The Little Green Dragon

<v Host>by Klaus Baumgart. The Little Polar Bear Written and illustrated <v Host>by Hans de Bere. <v Host>Rose meets Mr. Winter Garden by Bob Graham. <v Host>The Adventures of Isabel by Ogden Nash. <v Host>Pictures by James Marshall. <v Host>Roses Sing on New Snow by Paul Ye, Illustrated by <v Host>Harvey Chen. <v Host>You can find these and other books at your local library. <v Children>Major funding for story time is made possible by a grant now at NPB <v Children>so that families everywhere can share the joy of reading with their children. <v Children>Additional funding is provided by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. <v Children>By the annual financial support from viewers like you <v Children>and by The Nation endowment for children's educational television. <v Children>Storytime is a production of, KCET Los Angeles.

<v Keano>What's the story, amigos? This is Keano with some cool stories for today's story <v Keano>time. <v Host>First, we're rhyming and rolling to the ABC's.

<v Child>I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree. <v Host>Then follow the adventures of three friends who get into trouble for something they <v Host>didn't do. <v Amanda>Bigger boys were there <v Host>And in our last story, meet a boy who wants a dog. <v Children>Major funding for story time is made possible by a grant from Helena and Peter Bing, <v Children>so that families anywhere can share the joy of being with their children. <v Children>Additional funding is provided by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting by <v Children>the annual financial support from viewers like you. <v Children>And by the National Endowment for Children's Educational Television. <v All>Chicka Chicka, Boom Boom

<v Maura>Oh, well, you all dance divinely. <v Maura>Bravo. <v Maura>Well are you all ready for our first story? <v Keano>Oh, yes. <v Maura>Yes. <v Keano>Story, story, story. <v Maura>All right. <v Child>And does everybody know what it's called? <v All>Chicka, Chicka Boom Boom <v Child>Chicka Chicka boom boom. Chicka Chicka boom boom. <v Child>Here we go it's by Bill Martin Jr. <v Child>And John Archibald. illustrated by Lois Elert. <v Maura>OK. <v Child>A told B and B told C, I'll meet you at the top of the coconut tree. <v Child>Oui said D to E,F,G I'll beat you to top of the coconut tree. <v Child>Chicka, Chicka Boom Boom will there be enough room?

<v Child>Here comes H to the coconut tree and <v Child>I and J, and tagged along K, all on the way up the coconut tree. <v Child>Chicka, Chicka boom boom will there be enough room? Look who's coming. <v Child>L,M,N,O,P. <v Child>Q,R,S and T,U,V still more, W and X,Y,Z. <v Child>The whole alphabet at the-. <v All>Oh No. <v Child>Chicka Chicka boom boom. <v Child>[sounds] everyboy is running to the coconut tree. Moms and Papas and uncles and aunts hug <v Child>their little [unclear]. <v Child>Help us up, cried ABC. <v Child>Next from the pile up, skinny D. <v Child>And stubbed toe E and patched up F. <v Child>Then comes G, all out of breath. <v Child>H is tangled up with I. <v Child>J tells K I'm about to cry. <v Child>L's knotted that like a tie. M is looped, N is stooped.

<v Child>O is twisted [sounds]. <v Child> Look who's coming. <v Child>It's my guy P <v Child>and Q,R,S, and loose tooth T. <v Child>Then U,V,Q wiggle-jiggle free. <v Child>Last to come, x, y, z. <v Child>And <v Child>the sun goes down on the coconut tree. <v Child>But chicka, chicka boom boom, look there is a full moon <v Child>[unclear] Dare, double dare you can't catch me, I'll beat you to the top of the coconut <v Child>tree. <v All>Chicka, chicka boom boom. [laughing] <v Keano>That was great. <v Keano>Chicka, chicka boom boom. A is for awesome. <v Keano>That was an awesome ABC book. <v Keano>And B is for book and C is for Can't get enough of 'em. <v Lucy>Very good, Keano. You know what I especially liked about chicka chicka boom, boom? <v Lucy>The collages.

<v Keano>The co- who? <v Lucy>The collages. Collages are pictures made up of bits and pieces <v Lucy>of things like paper or cloth. <v Lucy>You can really use anything but Lois Ellard, the artist for Chicken Chicka Boom Boom, <v Lucy>used colorful paper cutouts for the letters and for different parts of the coconut <v Lucy>tree scene. <v Keano>No. <v Amanda>You know what, Keano? I think my hat is kind of like a collage, isn't <v Amanda>it? <v Lucy>Oh, it is. <v Keano>Hey, that is a cool hat, Amanda. <v Keano>Do you always wear it? You know, I always wear mine. <v Amanda>No, I only wear the sun's special occasions. <v Amanda>It's sort of a lucky hat for me. <v Keano>Why wear my hand on almost all occasions except sleeping and taking a bath. <v Keano>My dad calls it my lid. <v Maura>Your lid? <v Keano>Yeah. If I took it off now, it'd be sort of embarrassing because it makes <v Keano>a funny looking ring in my hair all way around my head. <v Amanda>I know just what you mean. It's called Hat Head. <v Keano>Yup, yup, yup. Hat head.

<v Amanda>Well, hat head or not, I wore this hat in honor <v Amanda>of this book. <v Amanda>It's about a very special woman and a hat. <v Amanda>Would you like to hear me read it? <v Keano>Yes. Yes. <v Amanda>Come over here. <v Amanda>Sit near me, and you sit here. <v Amanda>It's called Chicken sunday and it's written <v Amanda>and illustrated by Patricia Polacco. <v Amanda>Stewart and Winston were my neighbors. <v Amanda>They were my brothers by a solemn ceremony. <v Amanda>We had performed in their backyard one summer. <v Amanda>They weren't the same religion as I was. <v Amanda>They were Baptists. <v Amanda>Their grandma, Yula May Walker was my grandma <v Amanda>now. My bubushka had died two summers before. <v Amanda>Sometimes my mother let me go to church on Sunday with them

<v Amanda>how we loved the way miss Yula sings. <v Amanda>She had a voice like snow, thunder and sweet rain. <v Amanda>We'd walk to church back and forth. <v Amanda>She take my hand as we crosse College Avenue. <v Amanda>Even though we've been churning up like decent folk got to, <v Amanda>she'd say, I don't want you to step in front of one of those two <v Amanda>fast cars. <v Amanda>You'll be as flat as a hen's tongue. <v Amanda>She squeezed my hand. <v Amanda>When we passed Mr. Kandanski's hat shop, Miss Yula would <v Amanda>always stop and look at the <v Amanda>wonderful hats. <v Amanda>Then she'd sigh. <v Amanda>And we'd walk on. <v Amanda>We called those sunday's chicken sunday's because

<v Amanda>Miss Yula almost always fried chicken for dinner. <v Amanda>There'd be collard greens with bacon. <v Amanda>A big pot of hoppin john, corn on the cob and fried <v Amanda>spoon bread. <v Amanda>One sunday at the table we watched her paint the fan. <v Amanda>Flutter back and forth, pulling chicken <v Amanda>fried air along with it. <v Amanda>She took a deep breath. <v Amanda>Her skin glowed as she smiled. <v Amanda>Then she told us something we already knew, that Easter <v Amanda>bonnet in Mr. Kandinski Window is the most <v Amanda>beautiful I ever did see. <v Amanda>She said thoughtfully, the three of us exchanged <v Amanda>looks. We wanted to get her that hat more than anything <v Amanda>in the world.

<v Amanda>Stewart reached into the hole in the trunk of <v Amanda>our wish tree in the backyard. <v Amanda>He pulled out a rusty Band-Aid tin. <v Amanda>The three of us held our breath as we counted the money inside that we had been saving <v Amanda>for weeks. <v Amanda>If we are going to get that hat for Miss Yula in time for Easter, <v Amanda>we are going to need a lot more than this, I announced. <v Amanda>Well, maybe we should ask Mr. Kandinski if we could sweep up or <v Amanda>something to earn the rest of the money. <v Amanda>Stewart said. I don't know, Winnie said fearfully. <v Amanda>He's such a strange man. <v Amanda>He never smiles at anyone. <v Amanda>He always looks so mean. <v Amanda>We all agreed that it was worth a try. <v Amanda>Anyway, the next day we took a shortcut <v Amanda>down the alley in the back of the hat shop

<v Amanda>Bigger boys were there. <v Amanda>They were yelling. <v Amanda>Eggs flew past us and <v Amanda>at Mr. Kandinski's back door. <v Amanda>Just as the boys ran away the door flew open. <v Amanda>Mr. Kandinski glared straight at us. <v Amanda>You there, he yelled, Why do you kids do things like this? <v Amanda>It wasn't us. <v Amanda>It wasn't us. <v Amanda>Stuart tried to say, but Mr. Kandinski wouldn't listen. <v Amanda>All I want to do is live my life in peace. <v Amanda>I'm calling your grandmother. <v Amanda>He shouted as he wagged his finger in Stewart's face. <v Amanda>Miss Yula was waiting in her living room for <v Amanda>us. <v Amanda>Miss Yula, we didn't throw those eggs.

<v Amanda>I sought. Some big boys did. <v Amanda>Stuart sputtured. <v Amanda>What were you doing at the back of the shop in the first place? <v Amanda>She asked. <v Amanda>We knew that we couldn't tell her the truth. <v Amanda>So we just stood there and cried. <v Amanda>She looked at us for a long while. <v Amanda>Baby dears I want to believe you. <v Amanda>Heaven knows that I brought you children up to always <v Amanda>tell the truth. <v Amanda>If you say you didn't do it, then I believe <v Amanda>you. <v Amanda>It's too bad though. <v Amanda>She went on to say. <v Amanda>That poor man has suffered so much in his life. <v Amanda>He deserves more than eggs thrown at him. <v Amanda>You know, he thinks you threw the eggs. <v Amanda>You'll have to show him that you are good people.

<v Amanda>You'll have to change his mind somehow. <v Amanda>In my kitchen the next day, we thought <v Amanda>and thought, how can we win him over when <v Amanda>he thinks that we threw those eggs? <v Amanda>Stewart asked. <v Amanda>He doesn't even like us, Winston chirped. <v Amanda>Eggs? I said quietly. <v Amanda>Eggs? Stewart asked. <v Amanda>Eggs! I went to the kitchen drawer <v Amanda>and took out a lump of beeswax. <v Amanda>A candle, a small funnel and a wooden handle. <v Amanda>And some packets of yellow, red and black dye. <v Amanda>Mom helped me show the boys how to decorate eggs <v Amanda>the way my babi had taught us, the way they do it in the old country. <v Amanda>We made designs on the egg shells with hot wax

<v Amanda>and dyed them and finally melted the wax patterns off. <v Amanda>We put the eggs in the basket. <v Amanda>Even though we were afraid, we marched into <v Amanda>Mr. Kandinski's shop and put them on the counter. <v Amanda>He raised his eyebrows, glowered at us. <v Amanda>Then his eyes dropped to the basket. <v Amanda>[unclear] he said softly. <v Amanda>That means thank you in Russian. <v Amanda>Pisanki eggs, he said as he looked closely. <v Amanda>I haven't seen these since I left my homeland. <v Amanda>We didn't throw those eggs at your door. <v Amanda>Mr. Kandinski, we told him. <v Amanda>He looked at us for a minute. <v Amanda>Well, then you have great courage to come here Hutzpah.

<v Amanda>You have great Hutzpah. <v Amanda>Then, his eyes glisten and his mouth curled <v Amanda>into a warm smile. <v Amanda>Come have some tea with me. <v Amanda>We spent the whole afternoon talking together, having poppyseed cakes and <v Amanda>strong tea. <v Amanda>He told us about his life. <v Amanda>We told him about ours. <v Amanda>When we finally got the courage to ask about doing <v Amanda>odd jobs to earn some extra money, he apologized <v Amanda>and told us that there was no work. <v Amanda>We didn't tell him what we wanted the money for. <v Amanda>It didn't seem the right thing to do. <v Amanda>Our hearts sank, hmm. <v Amanda>I tell you this, he said thoughtfully, these aides

<v Amanda>are as beautiful as my hats. <v Amanda>Still at when he and I looked at each other and it is almost <v Amanda>disaster stir. He went on to say, I'm sure that people <v Amanda>would love these eggs, set up a table and sell them right <v Amanda>here in my shop. <v Amanda>Oh, for the next few days, we worked very hard. <v Amanda>We made almost a Pisanki eggs. <v Amanda>When people came in, they picked them up and said things <v Amanda>like, Beautiful. <v Amanda>Splendid, intricate, glorious <v Amanda>We sold them all in one single day. <v Amanda>That afternoon, when all the eggs were gone, we counted our money. <v Amanda>We had more than enough for the hat.

<v Amanda>Just as we were about to tell Mr. Kandinski that we wanted to buy <v Amanda>the hat. He came up from the back room holding a beautiful hat box. <v Amanda>Gift wrapped. <v Amanda>Keep your money, Children, he said softly. <v Amanda>I have seen Miss Yula admire this. <v Amanda>It is for her, isn't it? <v Amanda>Tell her that I know you are very good children, <v Amanda>such good children. <v Amanda>And Easter Sunday arrived. <v Amanda>We thought our hearts burst when we <v Amanda>watched Miss Yula opened the hat box. <v Amanda>She held as close as big teeth <v Amanda>rolled down her cheeks. <v Amanda>I sang along with a choir that Sunday.

<v Amanda>She looked so beautiful in that hat. <v Amanda>When it was time for his solo. <v Amanda>We knew that she was singing just for us. <v Amanda>Her voice was like snow, thunder, sweet <v Amanda>rain. <v Amanda>Later that day, as Miss Yula sat at the head of the table, <v Amanda>she said, Oh, baby dears, I can die <v Amanda>happy now. <v Amanda>And after I'm dead on chicken sunday's, <v Amanda>I want you to boil up some chicken bones, gravy <v Amanda>and oh, and pour it over my grave. <v Amanda>So late at night when I'm hungry, I can reach out <v Amanda>and have me some. <v Amanda>Then she rolled her head back and laughed from a deep <v Amanda>and holy place inside.

<v Amanda>Winston, Stewart and I are grown up now. <v Amanda>Our old neighborhood has changed some. <v Amanda>Yet it's still familiar too. <v Amanda>The freeway rumbles over the spot where Mr. Kandinski's shop <v Amanda>once stood. <v Amanda>I think of him often and his glorious hat. <v Amanda>We lost Miss Yula some time back. <v Amanda>But every year we take some chicken soup up to the Mountain View Cemetery <v Amanda>and do just as she asked. <v Amanda>Sometimes when we are especially quiet <v Amanda>inside, we can hear singing <v Amanda>a voice that sounds like snow, thunder, and sweet rain. <v Keano>Oh, wow. I really like that story.

<v Maura>What a wonderful book. <v Lucy>And what wonderful drawings. <v Amanda>You know what Keano? I have have another book, that I think <v Amanda>you'd find very, very interesting. <v Keano>Yeah, very, very interesting? <v Keano>Well, what's it called? <v Amanda>It's called any kind of dog. <v Amanda>And it's by Lynn Riser <v Keano>Wow. Amanda, how did you know that I'd be very, very interested <v Keano>in a book about a dog. <v Keano>Well, you know that I've been wishing and wishing for my own dog for a for a long, <v Keano>long time. Mm hmm. <v Amanda>Well, I bumped into your mom the other day and we were talking <v Amanda>and she just happened to mention that you're always <v Amanda>daydreaming about having a dog for a pet. <v Keano>Yep. Yep, that's right. But but my mom always says it'll be a lot of trouble. <v Keano>She says she says, we'll see. <v Keano>Well, we'll see usually means no.

<v Amanda>Mm hmm. Well, that can be the case. <v Amanda>But we'll see. <v Amanda>Keano. <v Keano>Yeah. <v Amanda>Oh, I have to run off and do an errand. <v Amanda>Oh, Lucy, could you read this story for me? <v Lucy>Oh, I'd love to. <v Keano>Are you coming back, Amanda? <v Amanda>Oh, yes. In just a minute. <v Amanda>Bye bye. <v Keano>Okay, well, then let's read the story that I'd be very, very interested in. <v Lucy>OK, here we go. Any kind of dog. <v Lucy>Richard wanted a dog. <v Lucy>Any kind of dog. <v Lucy>But his mother said a dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a caterpillar. <v Lucy>The caterpillar was very nice. It looked a little like a dog. <v Lucy>Lhasa Apso. But it was not a dog. <v Lucy>Richard wanted a dog.

<v Lucy>His mother said a dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a mouse. <v Lucy>The mouse was very nice. It looked a little like a dog. <v Lucy>But it was not a dog. <v Lucy>Richard wanted a dog. <v Lucy>His mother said her dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a baby alligator. <v Lucy>The baby alligator was very nice. <v Lucy>It looked a little like a dog. Dachsund. <v Lucy>But it was not a dog. <v Lucy>Richard wanted a dog. His mother said the dog was too <v Lucy>much trouble. So she gave him a lamb. <v Lucy>The lamb was very nice. It looked a little like a dog. <v Lucy>Bedlington terrier, but it was not a dog. <v Lucy>Richard wanted a dog.

<v Lucy>His mother said dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a pony. <v Lucy>The pony was very nice. <v Lucy>It looked a little like a dog. <v Lucy>Great dane. <v Lucy>But it was not a dog. Richard wanted a dog. <v Lucy>His mother said her dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a lion. <v Lucy>The lion was very nice. It looked like a Dog. <v Lucy>Chow chow, but it was not a dog. Richard wanted a dog. <v Lucy>His mother said a dog was too much trouble. <v Lucy>So she gave him a bear. <v Lucy>The bear was very nice. <v Lucy>It looked a little like a dog, Newfoundland, <v Lucy>but it was not a dog. <v Lucy>All of the animals were very nice.

<v Lucy>But Richard still wanted a dog. <v Lucy>So his mother gave him <v Lucy>a dog. <v Lucy>The dog was very nice. He looked exactly like a dog. <v Lucy>Just a dog. The dog was a lot of <v Lucy>trouble, but it was worth it. <v Keano>Oh, that was great. That was that was a very, very interesting story <v Keano>to me. It was almost the story of my life, in fact, not the parts <v Keano>about the lion and the bear and the alligator, because I don't think I'd want any of <v Keano>those for a pet. <v Lucy>What about the part about the pony? <v Keano>Well, I'd like to have a pony for a pet, but. <v Keano>But forget about it. My mom wouldn't even say we'll see for that one. <v Keano>Well, we don't have room for a pony. <v Keano>The part that was the story of my life, was the part about a dog being too much trouble. <v Keano>That's what my mom keeps saying to me.

<v Lucy>Well, having a dog is a real responsibility. <v Lucy>There are a lot of things that you have to do to keep him happy and healthy. <v Keano>I know you have to make sure it gets the right food and you have to keep its water dish <v Keano>filled. <v Maura>And you have to take it out for walks every day. <v Lucy>And you have to give it baths and comb its fur and take him <v Lucy>to the veterinarian, the animal doctor. <v Maura>And you also have to give it lots of love. <v Keano>I know. And I don't mind at all. <v Keano>I've promised my mom that I'll do all those things, the loving part. <v Keano>It'll be easy. And the rest isn't really that hard. <v Keano>That's when she says, we'll see. <v Amanda>Hi, everybody. <v Amanda>I finished my errand. <v Keano>Oh, hi, Amanda. <v Keano>You were right about any kind of dog. <v Keano>It was very, very interesting. <v Keano>Richard finally got his very own pet dog, even though his mom said it was too much <v Keano>trouble, just like my mom. <v Keano>I only wish I could have a dog like Richard. <v Amanda>Well, Keano, remember when I told you <v Amanda>that I met your mother the other day?

<v Keano>Yuh huh. <v Amanda>And remember I told you she said that you're always daydreaming <v Amanda>about having a dog? <v Keano>Yup. Yup. <v Amanda>Well. Your mother and I had a nice little talk. <v Amanda>And guess what? <v Keano>What? <v Amanda>I paid a visit to the animal shelter and inside my <v Amanda>hat, there's a surprise for you. <v Keano>A puppy, for me? <v Keano>I can't believe it. <v Keano>Wow. Wow. This is the happiest day of my life. <v Keano>And my mom said it was OK? <v Amanda>She sure did. <v Keano>Oh, thank you, Amanda. <v Keano>I'll love him. And I'll take such good care of him. <v Keano>And oh is it a him. <v Amanda>Well, in point of fact he is a him. <v Keano>I'll feed him and I'll walk him and brush him and play <v Keano>with him. <v Amanda>I'm sure you will. <v Keano>Oh and thank you, mom. Wherever you are.

<v Maura>Oh, let's not forget about our story picks now. <v Lucy>Oh, I'd like to recommend a sad book with a happy <v Lucy>ending. <v Lucy>It's called Pole Dog, and it's about adopting a pet <v Lucy>just like Keano has. <v Maura>And I would like to recommend eeny, meeny, miny mole. <v Maura>The author Jane uses wonderful words to help us feel and smell <v Maura>and see what the heroine Little Eenie does. <v Lucy>And remember everybody,. <v All>Keep a story in your heart. <v Keano>Bye bye, everybody. <v Keano>I'm so happy, I could howl. <v Host>Today's storytime books are Chicka chicka boom, boom.

<v Host>Chicken sundae, Any kind of dog, Pole <v Host>dog, and eeny, meeny, miny, <v Host>mo. <v Host>You can find these and other books at your local library. <v Children>Major funding for story time is made possible by a grant from Helen and Peter Bing. <v Children>So that families everywhere can share the joy of reading with their children. <v Children>Additional funding is provided by the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. <v Children>By the annual financial support from viewers like you. <v Children>And by the National Endowment for Children's Educational Television. <v Children>Storytime is a production of KCET Los Angeles.