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On the eve of your birth
word of your coming
passed from animal to animal.

The reindeer told the Arctic terns,
who told the humpback whales,
who told the Pacific salmon,

who told the monarch butterflies,
who told the green turtles,
who told the European eel,
who told the busy garden warblers,

and the marvelous news migrated worldwide.


While आप waited in darkness,
tiny knees curled to chin,
the Earth and her creatures
with the Sun and the Moon
all moved in their places,
each ready to greet you
the very first moment
of the very first दिन आप arrived.


On the दिन आप were born
the round planet Earth
turned toward your morning sky,
whirling past darkness,
spinning the night into light.


On the दिन आप were born
gravity’s strong pull
held आप to the Earth
with a promise that you
would never float away…


…while deep in space
the burning Sun
sent up
towering flames,
lighting your sky
from dawn until dusk.


On the दिन आप were born
the quiet Moon glowed
and offered to bring
a full, bright face,
each month,
to your windowsill…


…while high above the North Pole,
Polaris, the glittering North Star,
stood still, shining silver light
into your night sky.


On the दिन आप were born
the Moon pulled on the ocean below,
and, wave द्वारा wave,
a rushing tide washed the beaches
clean for your footprints…

…while far out at sea
clouds swelled with water drops,
sailed to किनारा, शोर on a wind,
and rained आप a welcome
across the Earth’s green lands.


On the दिन आप were born
a forest of tall trees
collected the Sun’s light
in their leaves,
where, in silent mystery,
they made oxygen
for आप to breathe…


…while close to your skin
and as high as the sky,
air rushed in and blew about,
invisibly protecting you
and all living things on Earth.


On the दिन आप were born
the Earth turned, the Moon pulled,
the Sun flared, and, then, with a push,

आप slipped out of the dark quiet
where suddenly आप could hear…

…a वृत्त of people singing
with voices familiar and clear.


“Welcome to the spinning world,” the people sang,
as they washed your new, tiny hands.

“Welcome to the green Earth,” the people sang,
as they wrapped your wet, slippery body.

And as they held आप close
they whispered into your open, curving ear,
“We are so glad you’ve come!”
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Moingona, Iowa (July 6, 1881)

Fifteen-year-old Kate Shelley pulled the sheets from the line. A terrible storm was coming. Kate could feel it in the air. A cold wind rose as she carried the heavy basket back to the house. Black clouds rolled in. The sky grew dark.


Kate stood at the रसोई, रसोईघर window with her younger sisters and brother. They saw lightning flash. They heard thunder crack in the hills. Then the rain came.
As the rain poured down, they watched the water rising in Honey Creek. Soon it overflowed its banks and flooded part of the yard.
"I'm going to let the जानवर out of the barn," Kate...
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"How was your class trip to the farm?"

"Oh…boring…kind of dull…until the cow started crying."


"A cow…crying?"
"Yeah, आप see, a haystack fell on her."

"But a haystack doesn’t just fall over."


"It does if a farmer crashes into it with his tractor."
"Oh, come on, a farmer wouldn’t do that."
"He would if were too busy yelling at the pigs to get off our school bus."


"What were the pigs doing on the bus?"
"Eating our lunches."


"Why were they eating your lunches?"
"Because we threw their मक्का, मकई at each other, and they didn't have anything else to eat."
"Well, that makes sense, but why were आप throwing...
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This is the great Kapiti Plain, all fresh and green from the African rains
A sea of घास for the ground birds to nest in, and patches of shade for wild creatures to rest in;
With acacia trees for giraffes to browse on, and घास for herdsmen to pasture their cows on.

But one साल the rains were so very belated, that all of the big wild creatures migrated.
The Ki-pat helped to end that terrible drought, and this story tells how it all came about!

This is the cloud, all heavy with rain, that shadowed the ground on Kapiti Plain.

This is the grass, all brown and dead, that needed the rain from the cloud...
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One दिन last spring, Louis, a butcher, turned into a fish. Silvery scales. Big lips. A tail. A salmon.


Louis did not lead, before this, an unusual life. His grandfather was a butcher. His father was a butcher. So, Louis was a butcher. He had a small खरीडिए on Flatbush. Steady customers. Good meat. He was always friendly, always helpful, a wonderful guy.


But Louis was not a happy man. He hated meat. From the time he was a little boy he was always surrounded द्वारा meat. Whenever he would visit his grandfather on Sundays it was always, “Louis, my प्रिय grandson. What a good boy. Here’s a hotdog.”...
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