Here are manuscripts for three picture books about different types of animal mothers. I am hoping to write more of these, as well as companion “Papa” books about animal fathers.
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If I were a mama penguin,
I’d lay myself an egg,
Then give it to my mate
To carry on his feet.
I’d then spend weeks in water,
Catching and eating fish!
After laying my egg
I could eat the whole sea!
But I would choose a special fish,
And handle it with care.
This fish is for my baby,
Who I’d know the moment we meet!
I would see my mate
As I run to him on ice,
And I’d see my baby,
The little one on his feet!
But what if she’s a frisky one,
Who frolics through the snow,
Far away from the warmth
Of her loving father’s feet?
I would know her when she runs to me!
And says, “You are my mommy!”
I would know it’s true!
And I would catch her with my wings and hold her!
If I were a mama leatherback,
I’d come swimming to the shore,
Pregnant and ready to lay!
I would dig pits in the sand,
Five, or even six,
And fill each one with eggs.
I would bury the eggs,
Hidden from view,
So no predator can find them!
I would swim to the sea,
Leaving my babes,
“Good-bye, my darlings! I hope we’ll meet again!”
The eggs would be silent, but they’d hear my voice.
And feel my gentle kisses.
Would I see them again?
Or will they be dug up and eaten by humans,
Inside someone’s stomach
Before they even hatch?
Will they be gulped down by vultures
As they crawl to the shore,
Never going out to sea?
There is no one on the shore
To protect them from vultures or humans.
Can anything save them from dangers of sea?
If I were a mama strawberry dart frog,
I’d lay six little eggs,
Then wait patiently while my mate pees on them!
He’d water the eggs and look after the eggs,
Until it’s time to hatch.
When tadpoles hatch,
I’d carry them one by one,
Looking for pools to swim in.
I would look for six pools,
One for each little polly-wog!
I’d find one pool for each,
So they won’t eat their brothers and sisters!
My tadpoles safe and sound in pools,
I’d produce food for them,
Eggs for my oophagous little babes!
In about two months,
My babies would grow legs,
Loose their tails,
And turn into frogs!
But what if something happens first?
What if not all my babies survive?
Sometimes, not all eggs hatch.
And what if a thirsty animal
Drinks up the water in one of their pools,
Swallowing up my babe?
“Please, be careful as you drink!
My babies are in there!”
Here is the manuscript for one of four seasonal picture books I have either written or plan to write. This one is about autumn, and, like the other books in the collection, it talks about how its particular season can and should bring out the best in humanity as well as nature. As always, please let me know if you know of an agent/publisher who may be interested.
Autumn is a time of growth…
And being different.
It is the season where leaves become more grown-up.
When you are older, being different is no longer scary.
Just like a leaf, you show your true colors.
Mother Nature loves diversity.
Every time a leaf or person shows their true colors…
She becomes more beautiful.
Here is the winter manuscript for this collection (I haven’t gotten around to writing a spring or summer one yet). The feedback I’ve gotten is that it is not as well developed as the autumn manuscript, but please tell me what you think.