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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 April 2020

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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1 min.
max and kate

Max and Kate are swinging on Aunt Sue’s porch. They listen to a mockingbird’s evening song. “We can see lots of animals from here,” says Kate. She points at a quiet opossum running across the lawn. As it gets darker, they hear the deep, hooting call of a great horned owl. Kate spots it in the apple tree. Then Max sees the gleam of a one-eyed, growling coyote. That shining eye is coming straight at them! “Help!” shout Max and Kate. Aunt Sue rushes out to save them, but it is just a motor scooter's headlight. “Pizza, anyone?” the driver asks, and they all laugh.…

2 min.
the building season

I t’s springtime! My father climbs a ladder all the way up to the roof to fix a shingle. “I’m making our home safe and snug,” he says. “Can I help?” I ask. “Sorry. You’re too little, son,” he answers. My big brother is painting the doghouse for Bailey, our pet. “Can I help?” I ask. “No. You’re too little,” he replies. I look out the window and see birds flying, carrying things in their beaks. “What are they doing?” I ask Mom. “They are starting to build their homes,” she says. “Can I help, or am I too little?” I ask. Mom thinks and says, “No. You’re just the right size.” smile “What do the birds need?” I ask. “Think about a bird’s nest. What do you think they use?” asks Mom. “Sticks and leaves,” I answer. “That’s right,” says Mom. “Birds like to…

2 min.

Poppy, the bike, held perfectly still. Greg and Daddy painted his name on him. Helping Greg learn how to ride was awfully hard work! After many days of falls and crashes, Poppy and Greg whizzed off together. “Watch me, Erica!” Greg called to his little sister. Then one day . . . Greg’s knees kept bumping Poppy’s handlebars. He had outgrown Poppy. “Now I get to learn how to ride him!” said Erica. With Poppy’s help, Erica learned fast. Then one day . . . Erica’s knees kept bumping Poppy’s handlebars. Poppy was wheeled into a dark corner of the garage. Spiders made webs around Poppy. Soon he looked like just another gray shadow. How he missed the sunshine and riding around the neighborhood! Then one day . . . men Poppy didn’t know came and took the furniture…