McZoot's Travels (A Journey to Zora Gora)
A bizarre mix of poignant hilarity, McZoot's Travels takes the reader from the comfy jail house in Filbert Grove, Oregon, to the secret Russian underground city of Zora Gora. The book reads briskly, leapfroging from religious fundamentalists bent on the twofold path of world destruction and saving their own skins, to the songs and stories of Stogey McZoot, a curmudgeonly minstrel following archaic vaudeville traditions, and smoking as fine a cigar as can be found at gas station convenience stores. It is a tale of bad, bad men, love, and even Rapture. In fact it could be said that it is a “swift kick in the Left Behind.”
Note: Uncle Nation stories are not for every child. They are silly and imaginative, but they are in no way "dumbed down." Since children learn by hearing and associating words that are unfamiliar, the author does not shy from using the occasional "grownup" word without explanation or apology. These stories include an audio CD of the story. A low-fidelity Windows Media Audio (WMA) file is offered as a download at no charge so parents may listen to these stories and ascertain if the children in their charge are precocious enough to enjoy them. The CD included with the book is, of course, high-fidelity.
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Hooray for Herbs
In the little city of Shrewsbury in the Northeast of England there is a wonderful tea shop on the High Street called Angelica's Herbal Teas & Organic Sweets because that is exactly the sort of thing that was sold there by someone named Angelica Eyebright, in fact.
Read about the high-jinks in the herb house.
Wufus wasn't a bad dog, as dogs go. In fact, he wasn't really a dog, in the strict sense of the word, but rather, an over-large puppy with what is aptly described as a "hang dog" expression on his face that caused complete strangers to walk up to him and say, "There's a good doggy!" But he wasn't really a "good doggy" either.
Read about Wufus's school days.
Imogen had always wanted to be a good artist. She wanted to paint lovely oil paintings on canvas that people would buy in her gallery and hang on their walls at home. She wanted to be a plein-air, realist painter, which is a fancy way to say that she wanted to go on outings to the country side and capture the things she saw there in an interesting manner in her artwork.
Read about Imogen's endeavors in the art world.
It was Saturday morning and Eunice was in a deep sleep dreaming a merry dream. She was sitting on a beautiful throne in a castle made of pink clouds. All around the throne were fields of plump strawberries that her servants were picking and putting into a big silver bowl filled with cream. One of her servants, a very tall fellow in a frock coat, was sprinkling sugar crystals over the dessert. It was a dessert fit for a queen. Eunice was very glad she was a queen. Suddenly a gigantic bell began to ring right next to her head.
Only a sheep can have a bad wool day.
It was getting close to ten o'clock in the morning and Oxanna was getting very excited. Her teacher Mrs. Badger said that at ten o'clock they would all take a school bus ride downtown to the main library where she said there were hundreds of thousands of books. Oxanna raised her hand and asked,
"Do all the books have pictures in them?"
"No," said Mrs. Badger. "Only some of the books have pictures in them."
Oxanna only liked books with pictures in them but she loved to go downtown where there was always lots of excitement.
Read About Oxanna's adventures at the library.
It was a lovely late afternoon in May, the sky was full of puffy white clouds, the birds were flitting around singing, and Stilton and Wensleydale were sitting in their little cottage doing nothing at all.
"Ho hum," said Stilton sleepily.
"Would you like some tea?" Wensleydale asked politely.
Little do Stilton and Wensleydale know what adventures are in store.