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The arrogant donkey

Children's books


There once was a dumb donkey.


To further explain... This particular donkey had no brain.


However, this never stopped him.


For his donkey believed he is always right.


"I am the donkey and I speak for the light".




One day, when the donkey was walking around, he stumbled across something he thought could never be found.


There, sat around a fire, was a group of animals that were different from him.


" by god!" said donkey, "This must be my imagination.


How can anything be different from me?


The only answer is this....this must be blasphemy."


"Since I am the donkey and I speak for the light, It is my duty to tell these animals what is right."






Come one come all, my fellow animals, gather round… I have something to say which is most profound.


I see all you animals who look oh so quite different,


You need to look like me,


Nothing else is sufficient.


It is obvious I am here to tell you what is right, since I am the donkey, speaker for the light.


Let’s start with you.


Mr. Elephant, you have the wrong nose.


It’s not right to have a nose like a hose.


Slim it down to have a nose like me,


Life, is only for the donkey


Next donkey turns towards giraffe, and said with a heavy sigh...”Ms. giraffe, why is your head up so high?


Having a long neck is no way to exist.


You need to cut it down if you want your life to persist”.


At this point in time,


It should be known that the animals grow quite angry


Yet they hold their temper,


Deciding it’s best not to be hasty.  


Now Mr. Rhino, you are next on my list,


I won't to go into depth, so here is the gist.


That horn you are sporting is just plain ugly, this is why we can't be buddy buddy.


You must cut of the horn, so you can look like me...can’t you see?


This is the only way life can be.


Lastly Mr. Zebra and Ms. Cheetah,


Your stripes and spots give you originality


This is not a good thing,


The idea itself is a fallacy


Get rid of your stripes and spots so you can look like me


That’s the only way you can bask in eternity.




Dear Mr. Donkey,


What gives you the authority to speak?


You act like you are god himself, and we but your pack of sheep.


We like how we are and don't care what you say,


So if you don't mind….please go away.


Donkey leaves now and goes about his day,


Stopping now and then to tell other animals, "the right way".






I don't know about you, but personally, I am through.


I’m sick of donkey's attitude.


I have tried my best to let him slide, but tonight is the night the donkey dies.


So all the animals gathered round to plot, and Oh boy did they talk a whole lot.


They discussed all the ways they could make donkey suffer, Until they landed on one that met the criteria of one another.


Their plan was a sick one,


Oh a sick one indeed.


You see, on the donkey, they planned to feed. 


Just as they were about to set their twisted plan in motion, an owl was heard amongst all the commotion.




Whoa whoa whoa,


Sure the donkey is arrogant beyond belief,


But killing donkey won't bring you relief.


All that will happen when you make donkey stew,


Is the donkey will be the same as you.




Oh how I do love a good donkey stew, but you know what....we should add the owl too."


(picture of the animals eating owl/donkey stew.)



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The impossible dream killer

Children's books
His name is Impossible
He creeps about during the night, 
While all the little children are wrapped up in bed tight
Night after night,
Children lie asleep in their beds, 
Visions of better tomorrows filling their heads
He comes in through a door, or a window left open
Careful of the floor boards, 
Best the children not be woken
Once inside,
He creeps and he crawls from room to room,
Searching for the next dream to doom
When he finally finds his dream for the night,
He pulls out a needle and holds it with spite
Then, with a little prick, 
Leaves the dream lying in dismay
Off the killer scampers, 
With a smile on his face
At this point in the story, you might be asking why
Why does the dream killer want little kids dreams to die?
You see,
The dream killer never had a dream of his own
Killing dreams is all he has ever known
This is why,
He seeks out those he wish he could be
Destroying all dreams, with which he doesn’t agree
Then one night, 
Like any other night
The dream killer was making his rounds,
He came to a small house, and everyone inside, was asleep sound
So he entered the home in his usual style,
Itching to find a dream to defile
From room to room he creeped and he crawled
Until Reaching the little boys room at the end of the hall
The little boy lay fast asleep in his bed,
A beautiful dream danced about in his head
This little boy’s dream, was to fly in the sky
To fly with the birds, to swim in gods eye
IMPOSSIBLE! Scoffed the dream killer
No one can fly in the sky
It will never be done
With a smile stretching from ear to ear,
He pulled out his needle and let out a jeer 
He thrust it into the little boys dream,
Yet this time was different……..
Something was not as it seemed
This can’t be….thought the killer
The dream didn’t pop?
So he tried again,
And again it would not
Again and again the dream killer tried
Yet this dream simple WOULD NOT DIE
A chill dropped down the Dream killer’s spine
His face turned white and his hands felt of slim
Unlike the others,
This dream started to grow
 Now In a panic, 
The killer dashed for the door
But the dream caught up with the killer,
And swollowed him whole
Thus ending this story
the impossible dream killer is no more.
The moral of the story,
Dont let others decide what youll be.
You alone choose your own destiny.
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Everything I know...I know...I learned from children's books

One day I ran to Grandpa
And I looked into his ear.
“Mommy says you’re pretty smart
Do you keep your brains in here?”

Oh, It’s too dark. I can’t see a thing
I don’t know what to do.
Grandpa is there any way
I’ll be as smart as you?”

Grandpa set me on his lap.
He gave my hand a squeeze.
“The wisdom you are seeking, Billy
Can be found in all of these.”

He pointed to his bookshelf and said,
“Billy..take a look.”
“Everything I know..I know
I learned from children’s books.”

By listening to or reading the words
Or inspecting the pictures drawn
Oh...the wondrous things that I have seen
And the places I have gone. 

I’ve been to worlds where strange things happen.
I’ve seen animals dance and sing.
I’ve known fairies and dragons and pirates
And Princesses and Kings.

I’ve been to Africa with a curious monkey
On a bear hunt under the pines
Rescued from a well in China
And to France with Madeline

Along the way, everywhere I went
My imagination has been churned
And I’ll be glad to share with you
Some...of the things that I have learned:

I’ve learned about the weather,
From Freddy, he’s a frog. 
I’ve seen a cold and snowy day 
I’ve seen it raining cat’s and dogs

It seems I’ve learned so many things
I was not taught in school
Like what happens when my teacher’s missing,
And that Wimpy kids are cool.

I learned some girls like to be fancy,
That there are alphabets in my soups
I learned it’s okay to wear the color pink
And that everybody poops.

I learned about dragons, they love tacos,
I visited the Wild Things land
I learned that when I’m nervous or scared
I have my kissing hand.

I learned the beauty of inventing words
Like this one...maple surple
I watched as a boy named Harold drew the moon
And I learned nothing rhymes with purple.

Dr. Seuss taught me colors and counting
I played a game with his Cat in the Hat
His Lorax taught me ecology 
Now what do you think about that?

I’ve learned meatballs can fall from the sky
And when you’re in a jam
What’s the best thing you can give yourself... eggs and ham.

Amelia Bedelia taught me how to think
She takes things so literally.
I’ve learned of joy and tenderness
Under the Giving Tree.

I learned to watch the world around me
From a poky little pup
While a little engine and a steam shovel
Taught me never to give up.

I’ve learned that love and tolerance
Are what matters in the end.
I’ve learned a lion and a mouse or a spider and a pig
Can be the best of friends.

I’ve learned an express train takes you to Santa.
That a reindeer’s nose can glow.
I’ve learned a frosty snowman can come alive
And a Grinch’s heart can grow

I’ve learned not to give a mouse a cookie
It causes too much of a fuss
I’ve learned that cows can type, bears like honey   
And not to let pigeons drive the bus.

I’ve learned gentleness from a bull,
Integrity from a bat
And that one bear can be big and brown
While another wears a hat.

I’ve learned fish can come in rainbow colors
That a wolf can huff and puff
I’ve learned a caterpillar can be hungry
And Billy Goats can be gruff.

I’ve learned to wake up in the morning with a smile.
I’ve learned to sing a happy tune
I’ve learned to think of be nice
And say good night to the moon.

As I grew up it didn’t stop
How my learning did expand
As I followed a rabbit down a hole 
And flew to Neverland.

I learned about life on the Mississippi
Watching a young boy and Indian flee
I learned about kindred spirits
In a town called Avonlea. 

I learned from wizards, witches and Hobbits 
From creatures big and small
That goodness wins out in the end
And there’s magic in us all.

“I could go on and on.” Grandpa said
But to one thought I must return
Of all the things I know...I know...
There’s always more to learn.

But if you spend a little time reading
Before long this I know
Oh the things that you will learn
And the places you will go.

Then Grandpa set me at my desk
And he gave my head a kiss
He patted me on my shoulder
And then he told me this....

If you’re seeking wisdom, Billy
You don’t have far to look
Everything you need to know...
Cab be found in children’s books.