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Grandpa Hold My Hand:

A Collection of Children’s Bedtime Stories

Robert L. Scarry

Copyright © 2018 Robert L. Scarry

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This ebook is dedicated to all the grandpas and grandmas. My book was written with my 10 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren in mind. As their “Silly Grandpa” I would hope all grandchildren have a Silly Grandpa to read to them.



The Legend of Earhart

Where Have the Unicorns Gone?

A Friend I Could Count On

The Tadpole Who Traded A Tail For A Hop

Sparkling Boots

The Shopping Mall Campout

A Lot More Than A Family Pet

Aunt Susan

The Popular and The Peculiar Cuckoo

The Teddy Bear With One Eye.

Author’s Note to Parents and Grandparents

About the Author

The Legend of Earhart

Excitement was growing every minute near the hen house. The egg the boy from the big house had placed in the nest belonging to Sally Hen, the prettiest chicken on the farm, had moved! Yes, it moved. All of the animals near the hen house said it was a prank.

“Eggs cannot move,” they said.

“Yes they can,” Sally said. She had watched many eggs hatch into plump little chicks. Each time the egg had moved just before a tiny hole appeared in the shell. Eventually a large enough opening would develop and a tiny chick would escape through the opening and unfold as a wet ball. When the ball dried a fluffy yellow chick would scurry about the farmyard with no concern for all of the other creatures living and scurrying about. “Yes, eggs can move,” Sally repeated. “I should know,” she said as she settled carefully over the egg to protect and warm it.

Behind the bales of hay that lined the hen house the snake listened and thought about the new hatchling. He had seen the egg, but he had not been able to get to it without causing the chickens to make noises that would bring the man who lived in the big house. That would certainly be a great deal of trouble for him, the snake that lived beneath the bales of hay that lined the hen house. No, he would wait and when the young chick scurried about in blind curiosity he the snake that lived beneath the hay bales that lined the hen house would enjoy a fine chicken dinner.

Everyone scurried out of the way as the boy who lived in the big house scuffed his feet along the trail between the big house and the hen house. Today was the day he had been told the egg would hatch. But when he looked into Sally Hen’s nest the egg remained much the same as it had when he placed there nearly three weeks ago. Sadly the boy turned his back to the nest and began the long walk to the house. If he had just waited a little longer he too would have seen the egg move.

“Click, click, click”, the sound was barely audible, but Sally Hen heard it. She raced to the nest and carefully nestled down onto the egg. “Click, click, click,” yes she was sure the time had arrived. Sally lifted her plump body and cocking her head viewed the egg with her right eye. A small hole in the shell was at the center of a series of cracks extending away and partially around the egg. Click, click, click, and a piece of the shell fell away exposing a squirming ball of grey and red. “Something is wrong”, Sally thought, “ I have never seen a chick that was grey and red.” She remembered that chicks were yellow and red!

Suddenly a struggling hatchling stretched its head, then chest, then body and finally legs out of the shell and into a waiting world. Now I know something is wrong, thought Sally Hen. Everyone began to gather near the hen house. They were attracted to Sally Hen’s cries of sadness. Her new chick was terribly ugly and she was certain everyone else thought so too. Only the toad that lived behind the downspout of the hen house’s rain gutter did not think the new hatchling was ugly. But the toad was not the prettiest of creatures so its opinion was not very valuable. The new hatchling had strange feet with long sharp toes. Its beak was bent so pecking corn from the ground was not going t o work. The hatchling would need to be fed. Looking more closely Sally Hen realized the new chick was a freak, everything seemed wrong. Everything!

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