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Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children September 2019

Bring the magic of LADYBUG to pre-schoolers and early readers. Each issue offers a mix of enchanting stories at appropriate reading levels, with colorful illustrations that draw children into the text. Ear-pleasing poems, lively songs, and a 4-page craft insert round out this delightful reading experience. Pre-K-Grade 1

United States
Cricket Media, Inc.
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2 min.
the bubble

One day, a little girl and her mother sat down on a blanket in their favorite park. Mother took a small bottle out of her bag. The girl clapped with excitement. Mother unscrewed the cap and pulled out a tiny plastic wand. She held the wand up to her lips and blew. A bubble began to form, getting bigger and bigger until it blew free of the wand and rose on the breeze. The girl ran after it, hands raised. It floated just out of her reach. The bubble drifted over the swings, where children tried to touch it with their feet. A gust of wind blew it away just in time. It floated out of the park and over the street. Cars rushed by, sending it high up into the air. It…

1 min.
autumn treasures

Grace found a pretty red leaf. She found a big orange leaf and three yellow leaves. She even found a green leaf. She tucked them into her pocket and ran to school. Her friends had leaves, too. Red leaves. Yellow leaves. Orange leaves. Some children had brought acorns and horse chestnuts, too. “I’m going to keep my leaves forever,” Grace told Miss Hill. Miss Hill smiled. She passed out cans of old peeled crayons and sheets of white paper. Grace put a leaf on her desk, bumpy side up under the paper. Carefully she rubbed the side of her red crayon against the paper. It made a leaf pattern. Soon Grace had a red leaf, an orange leaf, and three yellow leaves on her paper. Grace took her black crayon and colored hard in all…

2 min.
my very own pet

My mom took me to the zoo, and it was there I first saw a giraffe. He was taller than most buildings I had seen, and I have seen some very tall buildings. His neck stretched up, up, up, far into the bright blue sky, almost touching the clouds. His fur was a dim shade of yellow, and dark brown polka dots bounced all over him. His long tail stretched toward the ground and swished back and forth, almost sweeping the grass. I imagined climbing on top of him—I would need a ladder, of course—and riding him through my own yard. On his back, I would be high enough to reach the branches on the trees. I would feel like I was flying through the air! It was then that I…