"Great Speckled Banana's Great Quest" and "Timmy and the Hotdog Song" are very humorous books for "kids from 3 to 103". They are vocabulary builders--each with a handful of words big enough to be learning experiences for most kids--so have a dictionary handy. The goal is to make both story reading and learning new words fun. These books are also interactive drawing books, with pages for youngsters to draw their own illustrations if they wish.
"Great Speckled Banana's Great Quest", published 1/7/15, is 47 pages long (4,350 words), and "Timmy and the Hotdog Song", published 2/8/15, is 54 pages long (3,089 words),cover designs G.A.Schindler. Both have easy to read large print double spaced and cost $7.99 at amazon. They have bright exciting covers designed to pique kid's interest. Here are excerpts from each book:
"Well I do know that,...Wait, wait a minute. Hold that thought!" Banana Peel interrupted himself.
And here he came, hurrying down the sidewalk, a tall man wearing a dazzling white suit, a light gray shirt, a red tie and a pink carnation in his lapel. .
"Oh my!" Gasped Great Speckled Banana. "BANANA PEEL YOU'RE NOT GOING TO,..."
But sure enough, Banana Peel really WAS going to. In fact he DID!
"Wheee!" Banana Peel squealed as he and the man went flying way up into the air in differ-ent directions.
It was hard to tell which of them went higher, or flipped over more times. They got so
far apart that Great Speckled Banana couldn't watch them both, but he couldn't take his eyes off of the man in the beautiful white .suit who landed in the center of a very huge, gloppy mud puddle, ker-SPLAT!
"Bulls eye!" Banana Peel bellowed trium- phantly.
Great Speckled Banana rushed to Banana Peel.
"Wow! That was really something!" Great Speckled Banana laughed.
"Undoubtedly my best yet, dude. It once again confirms my theory--the bigger they are, the harder they do fall--and my other theory that you shouldn't wear white after Labor Day."
"Dang it all Timmy," Bobby exclaimed right in the middle of a snowball fight, "If you don't quit singing about wishing you were a hotdog, I swear I'll trade you for little Jackie."
"Come on Bobby. You can't do that. Our fort is twice as good as theirs and I helped make it. Besides, Jackie doesn't even toss a snowball this far. And you know I can't get a song unstuck once it's stuck in there."
Timmy concentrated for a while, but the snowballs got flying thick and fast and he got absorbed and sure enough here it came round again--I'd love to be a Jackson Brothers hotdog. That would be so very nice for me. Two verses later Bobby actually called a truce and tried to trade Timmy for little Jackie.
What an insult. His own little brother for little Jackie who couldn't even throw a darned snowball from one fort to the other.
"I'd like to do you the favor, Bobby," Joe yelled back, "but I can't throw snowballs at Jackie. If I hit him with a good one, he'd tell Mom and I'd be in big trouble."