Ladybug Magazine July / August

July/August 2020 Volume 30 Number 9 cricketmedia.com $6.95

I love these long Coming We can’t,
days when it’s out Emmett.
still light out It’s our bedtime.
after supper. to play, See you
guys? tomorrow.
I wonder why it
isn’t DARK

It’s still No thanks, Em. I’m Cover art by Brita Granström
day. Do We’re going to confused!
you want
to hang sleep. I’ll explain it again,
Em. When the sun
out? gets closer to the Never mind.
North Pole . . . G’nite Molly!

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I Spy Lions and tigers and bears! Oh my!
How many matching pairs can you spy?
Art by Carol Pike

Answer on page 35.

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Max and Kate Art by Brita Granström
Story by Mick Manning

“Today we are celebrating our wonderful

country,” says Kate’s mommy. Almost
ready!

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“These popsicles are like our flag, Kate

with a chuckle. “Red, white, and blue!”

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Kate's daddy pulls out a bag of star-spangled
surprises! There are flags, an eagle balloon, and
a toy drum and trumpet.

5

“We are a marching band!” says Kate.
“Boom! Boom! Toot! Toot! Toot!” shouts Charlie.

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Later, they hear a whoosh! Bang! Pop!
The sky lights up. . . .

“Happy Fourth of July, Kate!” shouts Max. They
all cuddle up and watch the beautiful fireworks.

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One Thing That I Wonder

One thing that I wonder
Is why the world is round,
And why the trees grow

toward the sky
Instead of upside

down.

One thing that I wonder
Is how it came to be
That cats are quick to sit in laps,
While whales sleep in the sea.

by Charles Ghigna
Art by Saki Tanaka

8 text © 2020 by Charles Ghigna, art © 2020 by Saki Tanaka

One thing that I wonder
Is why the sky is blue,
Why spiders all have

eight legs,
While we have only two.

One thing that I wonder
Is how it came to be
That bunnies burrow

underground,
While birds live

in a tree.

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One thing that I wonder
Is why we wonder why,
About the wonders of the earth
That fill the sea and sky.

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The Wasp’s Picnic

by Kay Haugaard Y Art by Sara Palacios

My big brother is unusual. He likes bugs. Whenever

a bug comes into the house and Mom runs for a broom

or bug spray, Stevie yells, “Don’t, Mom, don’t. Let me

look at it.”

Then he looks and gets excited. “A June bug?

This early? They don’t hurt anyone, Mom. I’ll take

him outside.”

Stevie reads tons of books about bugs. “Insects!” Yes, but we
also answer
he corrects me when I say “bugs.” to bugs.

We’re
insects?

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When our family went on a picnic at
Fisherman’s Lake last week, I sat and drew
pictures while Stevie ran around with a net
catching bugs and saying things like, “Wow!
What a Coleoptera!” and “Boy! I’ve only seen
him in books!”

Mom put a tablecloth on the picnic table.
She set out fried chicken, biscuits, salad, and
brownies, and we all dug in. Suddenly a big
yellow-and-black bug flew around Mom’s
face while she was eating a chicken wing.

She jumped up and waved the chicken
wing at it, shrieking, “Shoo, bee, shoo!” while
it made angry buzzing sounds. “Help! Get this
bee away!” she yelled. “It’s going to sting me!”

A Coleoptera
has a shell
on its back.

Like
US!

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“Mom, stop waving your hands,” Stevie Yellow
said. “You’re making it angrier. It really might jackets are
sting if you do that. It isn’t a bee, it’s a yellow not bees?
jacket who wants your chicken. Bees like sweet
flowery smells, but wasps like meat!” Then he
held his hand out. “Give me the chicken wing.”

“Gladly!” she whimpered.
Then Stevie did the coolest thing. He set a
paper napkin and the chicken bone with bits
of meat on it on the grass. The wasp went
right to it.
Mom was so happy to be safe and free,
she laughed with relief. “That’s wonderful,
Stevie,” she said. “Lady wasp is having a
picnic, too—on her own white tablecloth.”

Nope. They
are wasps.

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Busy, Buzzy Day by Maple Lam

Maggie, what if you We could buzz around and
and I were bees? explore the wild fields.

We could play hide-and-seek When we got thirsty,
in the flowers. we could sip on sweet nectar.

Tonight, we could fly back to our Yes, that would
hive to watch the fireworks. BEE fun, Eddie!

text and art © 2020 by Maple Lam

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Picking
Blueberries

by Kathleen Bahr
Art by Jaclyn Sinquett

Ripe and juicy,
round and blue.
I’m filling up a pail for you.

Plippety-plop!
I pile them high.
Shall we bake a blueberry pie?

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Art by Chih-Wei Chang
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Way down yon - der in the paw - paw patch.

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Pick up pawpaws, put them in your pocket.
Pick up pawpaws, put them in your pocket.
Pick up pawpaws, put them in your pocket,
Way down yonder in the pawpaw patch.

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Can you keep singing and dance along?

Easy
peasy!

Raise your shoulders,
try to touch your
earlobes . . .

Stretch your arms
as high as you can
reach them . . .
Pat your head and rub-a-dub your tummy . . .

Hands on hips, draw circles
with your elbows . . .

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Walk a line,
pretend that it’s a tightrope . . .

Touch your toes,
your forehead to your kneecaps . . .

Reach out wide,
then clap your hands together . . .

Sit down, smiling,
rocking to the music . . .

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Imagination byLaurenSopanarat
Art by Irene Luxbacher

A blanket is a flowing cape
For a hero’s great escape.
A fluffy pillow puffed up right
Is useful armor for a knight.
Old bedsheets arranged just so
Turn into igloos made of snow.
A broom that’s tilted on its side
Becomes a horse for you to ride.
A scarf that’s worn around your neck
Makes you a sailor. Swab the deck!

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“Yahoo!” shouted Moti Bear as he bounced on

A Ba t h the couch and sent four pillows flying. “Ursa always
fo r plays outer space with me! When is she coming?”
Moti “Soon,” said Mama Bear.

Moti wrapped a blanket around himself and

imagined it was his spacesuit. Then he spoke into

the TV remote. “Astronaut Moti to Mission Control.

Astronaut Ursa will arrive in a nanosecond!”

The doorbell hadn’t finished ringing when Moti

dropped his spacesuit and radio and bounded to the

door.

“Ursa!” Moti threw himself around the legs of

his best-loved babysitter.

by Julienne Guillaume

Art by Phoenix Chan

22 text © 2020 by Julienne Guillaume
art © 2020 by Phoenix Chan

“It’s my favorite little astronaut! He’s blasting off!”
called Ursa. She tossed Moti into the air and whirled
him onto her back.

“What happened to your arm, Moti?” asked Ursa,
pointing to a big, brown bandage.

“That? Nothing. I’m fine,” said Moti.
“Ursa,” called Mama. “Welcome! Bedtime is eight.
Oh . . . and it’s bath night for
Moti.”
“Bath night?” asked Moti.
Suddenly he wasn’t so sure this
was going to be a great night
after all. He moved his paw to
cover up his bandage.
“Have a fun evening, folks!”
said Mama.
“We will,” said Moti. But he
thought to himself, As long as
there’s no bath.
Moti and Ursa did have
fun. They played Intergalactic
Hibernation. Moti forgot about
how he had broken Mama’s
favorite coffee mug and cut
his arm.

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They played Super Cub Comet Races. Moti
forgot about how he didn’t want to tell Ursa that
he’d broken Mama’s mug.

They played Den Building in the Milky Way.
Moti forgot about how much his cut was going to

hurt in the water.
Then Ursa said, “Well, Moti,

it’s time for your bath.” She began
to fill the tub.

Moti’s cut started to prickle.
“Ursa,” he began, “why do I even
need a bath?”

“If you don’t take a bath, you’ll
be smelly. You wouldn’t want that,
would you?”

While Ursa filled the tub, Moti
ran to Mama’s room and opened a
drawer. He pulled out a hairbrush
and powder and lotion and tossed
them on the rug. Then Moti found
what he was looking for. He sprayed
perfume behind his ears, down his legs, and over his
belly. Moti ran back to Ursa.
“I’m covered in cosmic rays so I’ll never be smelly
again!” cried Moti.

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“Wow. I can’t smell anything under all that
perfume!” Ursa added bubbles to the bath. “Almost
ready.”

“Now I won’t be smelly,” said Moti. “Why do I
need a bath?”

“If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be itchy. You’ll
be scratching too much to play.”

While Ursa chose a towel from the hall closet,
Moti opened a drawer in the bathroom. He pulled out
tissues and lip gloss and cotton balls and tossed them
on the floor. Then Moti found what he was looking
for. He spread anti-itch cream behind his neck, down
his arms, and over his paws.

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“I traveled to a white dwarf star so I’ll never be
itchy again!” cried Moti.

“Wow. I guess you won’t be itchy under all that
cream!” Ursa turned off the faucet and opened a
cabinet door. “Just getting the bath toys.”

“Now I won’t be itchy,” said Moti. “Why do I
need a bath?”

“If you don’t take a bath, you’ll be dirty. No one
will recognize you.”

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While Ursa got the bath toys, Moti ran to Mama’s
room and opened another drawer. He pulled out little
pots and tubes and mirrors and tossed them on the
rug. Then Moti found what he was looking for. He
peered into the mirror and wrote his name in lipstick
across his forehead: M-O-T-I. He ran back to Ursa.

“Now everyone will know who I am!” cried Moti.
“Huh?” asked Ursa.
“See my forehead? The Martians wrote my name
there with rock from their planet!”

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“Those Martians don’t know you so well. They
wrote ‘ITOM’ on your forehead.” Ursa looked at Moti.
He was covered in perfume and anti-itch cream and
lipstick. “Moti,” she said, “why don’t you want to take
a bath?”

Moti looked at his bandage. He looked at Ursa.
Tears sprung into his eyes. “I didn’t mean to, but I
broke Mama’s favorite mug and I cut my arm. And
I don’t want a bath because it’s really going to sting.”

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Ursa put her arm around Moti. Then she carefully
peeked under his bandage. “Looks like it’s already
healing up.”

Moti peeked under his bandage, too. Then he
studied the tub filled with bubbles and bath toys.
“Ursa, is this the interstellar healing lagoon?”

“The one that fixes all cuts, even when you’ve
been attacked by the aliens of the Oort cloud?”
asked Ursa. “Yes, it is.”

“I thought so,” said Moti, and he climbed into the
tub with a smile. He peeled off his bandage, picked
up the soap, and began to wash his fur.

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Splish-Splash

Art by Ava Tierney

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It's bath time!
What differences can you find

between these two pictures?

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Blueberry Yogurt Plopsicles! Oh ho! Did someone say
plopsicles??!

What are we going
to do with all of
these blueberries?

I have an idea—
a blueperfect
idea!

Ready? Let’s mix up Now let’s
the yogurt, honey, pour it
and blueberries. into paper
cups. Easy
Hlaiake!caIpnta’osdejd!ulisntg does it,
fellows.

by John Sandford

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I covered the Ninsotwtichksets!ick
top with foil.
Thud, can you
make a little
cut?

YgoarTuehtaaoutrodetw!hiptihck,

Into the freezer they go! BRRrrr!
It will freeze 'em solid!

Brrr!

Chunk! Clink! Your Turn
Ttaaahnkreedefotrohfeiflea, ydy! WOOHOO!
What You’ll Need
1 cup of blueberries
1 cup of plain yogurt
1 tablespoon of honey
4 paper cups
4 plopsicle sticks

aluminum foil
toothpick
mixing bowl
spoon

Round everything
up, read the story
again, and follow
along.

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Anthill Thrill byKerryAradhya text © 2020 by Kerry Aradhya, art © 2020 by Marcus Cutler
Art by Marcus Cutler

Up, up.
Tippy top.
Tiny leaf.
Belly flop.
Down, down.
Slip and slide.
Whoosh! Swoosh!
What a ride!

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What You’ll Need:
scissors

What to Do:
1. Cut out the cards along the black lines. Now you can
play a memory game by yourself or with a friend!

2. To play by yourself, spread all the cards facedown on
a table. Turn over two cards. Can you put them together
to make a bug that looks real? If you can, keep them. If
you can’t, turn them over and try again. You can keep
playing until you have put all the bugs together.

3. To play with another person, spread all the cards
facedown on a table. Take turns flipping over two cards,
picking them up if they make a bug, or turning them
over again if they don’t. When all the cards have been
picked up, see how many bugs each of you made!

by Noelle Hive