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Little Bear (An I Can Read Book)

Meet Little Bear, a friend to millions of children. And meet Mother Bear, who is there whenever Little Bear needs her. When it is cold and snowy outside, she finds just the right outfit for Little Bear to play in. When he goes to the moon, she has a hot lunch waiting for him on his return. At night she helps him get to sleep. And, of course, she never forgets his birthday.

This is the first I Can Read Book ever, and the first of five classic Little Bear books, expressly designed for beginning readers. Elsa Holmelund Minarik and Maurice Sendak teamed up to create these simple stories that are deeply comforting and lovingly playful. In one story, "Birthday Soup," Little Bear cannot find his mother and presumes she has forgotten his birthday. With the prospect of guests arriving and no cake in sight, he sets out to make birthday soup (all his friends like soup). Just as the gathering is sitting down for soup, Mother Bear shows up with a big, beautiful birthday cake. "I never did forget your birthday, and I never will," she says to her son as he hugs her leg. In "Little Bear Goes to the Moon," Little Bear declares that he will fly to the moon in his new space helmet. Mother Bear tells him to be back by lunch, and he is. The gentle, teasing repartee between Little Bear and his mother will delight young readers, and the spacious layout and large type will encourage them to keep on reading! (Ages 4 to 8)

today was fairly awesome...i received a wonderful little panda care package from anthony (i swear he's too good to me) with little treats in it for me and the dogs including a new battery charger for my camera because mine is dying...there was also toaster waffles of course :D and other wonderful things...my mum's birthday DVD's came and i gave them to her right away and we sat down and watched Eddie Izzard's Dress to Kill...cake or death?...i swear i'm all retarded over that man...

as for now though i'm in a lot of pain and my secret will explain why...

Secret #12:

when i was eight, i decided i could fly...i was wrong...it was valentine's day and i jumped off of the monkey bars at school, promising the other kids i would fly my way to safety...instead i fell, smacked my head on the lower steps of the bars, and i landed with both of my arms pinned behind me in a very awkward position...

one ER trip later they found out (though the doctor insisted was impossible) that i had not just broken both of my wrists, but the break was so bad that i had actually broken both of my arms...awesome :D i spent the next year getting out of gym and avoiding using my hands as much as possible...

nowadays i suffer from carpal tonal syndrome and since its paired with already badly weakened wrists, you can imagine the fun the aches are...like today i'm just fine except for my hands...i can't do much with them and my right wrist is badly swollen and looks deformed to me...it's days like that i'm reminded that most 10 year olds have more strength in their hands than i do and it makes me feel like a weakling...i couldn't even put my hair looking nice so my dad spent most of his time home asking me if i'd been electrocuted or attacked...ass...

i feel like my hands are on fire right now which is one of the reasons why i haven't commented much to anyone or written anyone back though i really want to...i will get to it all soon though :D

i just can't wait to just relax tonight and let them rest while i enjoy some panda time with my guy...

Waxwings have to be some of the worst bird parents ever. They kick the fledglings out many days before they can fly and get them into thick brush or hedges.

The main problem lies in that the hedges she ushers them to are quite a ways to hop for these little guys. It was almost dark and they were on the ground with a cat nearby so I placed them on a branch up higher for the night. They proceeded on their journey the next day. First thing in the morning there was a cat near the trees and I chased it away.

I chased several away throughout the day and finally saw the one chick make it to the hedge. Once I saw where it went I got the other one which was still a long way off. I put it next to the hedge and it plowed right on in. They make a lot of noise and while the mom tries to decoy if a cat gets close, she failed to see one when she went in and led the cat right to her babies and before I could do anything the cat got one.

Also, I observed they take this stance whenever they sense danger. My assumption is it makes them look more a part of the branch. When no danger was present they sit normal and cuddle and fluff and stretch, etc.