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Aztec Shadows: Los Bomberos
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Set in Mexico City, "Aztec Shadows" is a collection of stories written for parents to share with children aged 7-10. The stories fuse elements of the Mexican, Zapotec, and Aztec culture, history, cuisine, music, and dance. "Aztec Shadows" celebrates the Mexican peoples. Whenever Senor Vasquez took a long trip without Miguel, he would always bring home a toy car. One of Miguel’s favorites was a large red fire truck. It was complete with hook and ladder. 8220;Notice anything different about me? Most of Jun...
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Where Cows Go Meaux: Cross of Lorraine
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Where Cows Go Meaux. Set in the rural village of Meaux, just northeast of Paris, "Where Cows Go Meaux" is a collection of short stories written especially for children ages 6-9 to share with their parents. It was sometime in the middle of night when Nappy Cat woke. The house was still gray as he stretched from one side of the rocking chair to the other. As he did, Monseuir Marchant woke. 8220;Bonjour, mon chat.”. 8220;Prr-rrr-rrr.”. 8220;I think it is time to find a permanent home for you.”. What do you ...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: In Sheep's Clothing
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. Although her sleep was nearly perfect, waking up was quite another matter. A series of barks, both human and animal, came from the barnyard. Freda ran to the window and looked outside, only to find Mr. Steinnar, with shovel-in-hand, chasing after an arctic fox. The white-furred fox ran circles around Mr. Steinnar, yapping at the chubby old man. Meanwhile, Mr. Steinnar tried his best to catch the crafty fox. 8221; Mr. Steinnar shouted at the fox. 8220;Leave him alone! The arct...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: Any Port in the Storm
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. Any Port in the Storm. When we left Freda and her father, they were sliding along the icy patches that covered Ring Road. Although she was desperately tired, Freda could not sleep. Her eyes were fixed on the road ahead. They came upon a fork in the road. To the right lie the short path through the highlands towards Durnik. Mr. Samuelsson paused before turning right at the fork. 8220;What’s the matter? 8221; asked Freda. 8220;It does,” answered her father. 8221; groaned Freda.
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: Three to Eat Bread Pudding
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. Three to Eat Bread Pudding. A good Icelander loves good Salmon. They also love good herring and good pike, too. Unfortunately, those are the good fish. There are some fish, in Freda’s humble opinion, that are in no way good. Chief among them is boiled skate. To the untrained eye, a skate looks like a winged rat. To the trained eye, it is a ray common in the Arctic Ocean. Since it was very common, many Icelanders ate it, including the Samuelsson family. Freda pulled tightly on...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: Vikings and Monks
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. Unlike the night before, the road that lay before Mr. Samuelsson was relatively clear. The tires crunched through a thin layer of snow, which was already melting under the bright morning sun. 8220;Not yet,” she replied. 8220;You should take a look at the Ocean. It’s beautiful today.”. Freda opened her eyes and looked to her left. The vast expanse of dark blue water stretched across the horizon. 8220;Look at all the seagulls,” said Freda. 8220;Why do you say that? 8220;Wouldn&...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: Two for the Shore
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. Two for the Shore. Not even the first rays of sunlight broke across the horizon when Freda was stirred from sleep. All was dark and quiet. The sounds of dockworkers and heavy machinery moved through the cold, crisp morning air. Fish-filled crates boomed as they dropped to the concrete. Forklifts whined whenever they backed through the piles of crates. Buzzers signaled a warning to anyone in their way. 8220;Maybe it’s time to wake Freda,” said her father. Freda rushed to the b...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: A Tale Weaver, too
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. A Tale Weaver, too. Freda pulled on her pack and followed the two old friends through the docks. They squeezed into the front seat of Mr. Steinnar’s truck, like a tin of sardines. Every time Mr. Steinnar turned the oversized steering wheel, he bumped into Freda. 8220;Sorry about that. I’m trying my best, but there just isn’t any room.”. 8220;That’s okay. It’s better than sitting in the back.”. 8220;You’re right about that,” said Mr. Steinnar. 8221; asked Freda. Freda ran towa...
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In the Land of Fire and Ice: Kings and Queens
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In the Land of Fire and Ice. It was a veritable Smörgåsbord laid out on the table – a buffet of all kinds of fine Scandinavian foods. Not only had Mrs. Samuelsson prepared fish chowder, but also there was a jar of pickled herring, a platter of smashed potatoes, and healthy servings of baked halibut and grilled tomatoes. 8220;Come, Lord Jesus, be our Guest,. And bless what you have bestowed.”. 8220;Amen,” everyone said in unison. 8220;What’s wrong, dear? 8221; asked Mrs. Samuelsson. Freda grabbed a piece ...
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Last of the Longbeards: 06 - Winds of Byzantium
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Last of the Longbeards. 06 - Winds of Byzantium. As promised, Signora Angelino appeared at Sofia’s bedroom door early in the morning about one week after they returned from the trip to Napoli. 8220;Are your bags packed? 8220;Of course.”. 8220;Then let’s get going.”. 8220;Ciao, papa! 8220;Ciao, mio caro,” he said as he kissed her on the cheek. After Signora Angelino purchased two tickets, they grabbed juice and muffins and waited for their train to arrive. Sofia looked for their trip on the toteboard.
