C.S.Lewis: “When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
From the Grownup Blog at Miss Missy’s School where the author of this family-friendly gives some ‘behind the scenes’ about the book, and talks about what children’s book authors have to say about writing for kids.
AS SOON AS JOHN turned on the kitchen lights Bebe came bounding through the back door with Tommy at her heels.
“Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” shouted Bebe.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. John,” shouted Tommy.
“Merry Christmas to you, too!” John smiled and scratched them behind their ears.
“Did Santa come? Did I get a present? Did I? Did I?” Bebe was running around the kitchen table in circles and jumping up and down and chasing her tail and she slipped on the floor and fell right into the table leg!
“Owww,” she said rubbing her head.
The last community Aubrey and Gilbert needed to contact was that of the turkeys. For the most part, Aubrey got along fine with the turkeys. Gil, on the other hand, had time and again to restrain his natural instinct to go after them. For their part, the turkeys didn’t make the best neighbors. For generations, they had harbored resentment toward people and all things associated with people.
Have you ever been with a group of people and you couldn’t get a word in edgewise? Maybe you were planning a birthday party for a friend in the neighborhood but the new kid on the block wouldn’t stop talking. Maybe your family was talking about where to go on vacation and your little sister, who reminds you a lot of Bebe, wouldn’t keep quiet, so you tried talking louder and louder and everyone ended up yelling.
“WELL, WOULD YOU look at this! Hey John! Come and look at this!” Marica shouted as she opened the door to the shuttered back porch. “Look, John! It’s a meeting of the canine minds— the ca-minds!” she said pointing at the gathering of the Big Dogs— including Tiger the Cat— who were situated among piles of books and other reference materials.
AS YOU CAN IMAGINE, Bebe was none too keen on the idea of a school. “I don’t want to go to school,” she cried. “School’s no fun! School takes all the fun out of learning. I don’t want to go to school,” she stomped her paw. “Why do we have to have a school anyway? I can learn things on my own. I don’t need a dumb school to learn things. I can count, you know— zero-one-two. I don’t…”