NannyMeaghan

2011-07-28T10:16:00.000-07:00

Hello,

This is Meaghan Fisher, the author of these children's stories.

Since I started writing a few years ago in 2007, a lot has changed. I now have a baby, and I have gotten two children's books published, and have started my own Micro-Publishing Company: Gypsy Publications.

My life has really changed since starting my dream. I currently have 5 authors that I am publishing and they all have more then one script and more keep finding me asking me to help them everyday.

I love helping people accomplish their dream of seeing their work in print just as I have. I am very proud of myself for all that I've done and want you to know that you can do the same if you put your mind to it.

Please feel free to contact me at: gypsypublications@yahoo.com or look at our website for my upcoming books at: Gypsypublications.com

A Birthday Party for Mrs. Wolf

2010-06-28T11:33:00.000-07:00

Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest in a large log home by himself. Today was a very exciting day because he was planning a birthday party for his friend, Mrs. Wolf.
Mrs. Wolf was a very good friend of Mr. Turtle’s. She was his mail carrier and his cooking teacher who Mr. Turtle took cooking lessons from. Mr. Turtle was so grateful for all that she had taught him that he wanted to throw her a surprise birthday party.
Mrs. Wolf would be so surprised. He had invited all of her friends in the forest and had sent out invitations the week before. Now, Mr. Turtle was going through the responses to the invitations. All of Mrs. Wolf’s friends in the forest had replied that they would come.
Mr. Turtle was excited and he had a lot to do before the party.
First, Mr. Turtle made up a list of ingredients he would need to make the food for the party. Then he made up a list of all the supplies he would need and set out for the market.
A few hours later, Mr. Turtle arrived home with the supplies and food he needed. He began unpacking all the items from their bags and started chopping up veggies and cooking.
The next day, Mr. Turtle called Mrs. Wolf to ask her if she wanted to go for a walk with him in the forest. Mrs. Wolf agreed to go and meet Mr. Turtle at his house. When she got there, she knocked on his door. Mr. Turtle answered and they started their walk through the forest.
On their walk, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolfe were nearing a tree on the walking path. Behind the tree were all of Mrs. Wolf’s party guests waiting to surprise her. When Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle walked around the tree all the guests jumped out and shouted, “Surprise!” as loud as they could and began clapping.
“Oh, my goodness!” shouted Mrs. Wolf. “What is all of this?” Then Mrs. Wolf looked up to see a big sign that read, “Happy Birthday, Mrs. Wolf” in big red letters. “Oh, my goodness! Bless your hearts!” replied Mrs. Wolf as all her friends gathered around to wish her happy birthday.
Later, during Mrs. Wolf’s party, Mrs. Wolf went to Mr. Turtle and gave him a hug, then turned to all her friends and tapped on her glass to get everyone’s attention.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday today and I would like to especially thank my best student for throwing me this party. To Mr. Turtle!” said Mrs. Wolf as she hugged Mr. Turtle again and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, my friend, for this wonderful party!”

The End…

Mr. Turtle Has a Dinner Party

2010-04-25T09:30:00.000-07:00

Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest in a log home. He lived by himself and he was taking cooking lessons from his friend, Mrs. Wolf.
They were both in Mr. Turtle’s kitchen making pasta and Mrs. Wolf was giving Mr. Turtle his next cooking instruction.
“Now, Mr. Turtle, we need to drain the water from the pasta. Then we can put the spaghetti sauce on it and we’ll be ready to eat our spaghetti!” exclaimed Mrs. Wolf happily as they began to drain the pasta.
While Mrs. Wolf and Mr. Turtle were eating their spaghetti dinner, Mr. Turtle had an idea.
“Hey, Mrs. Wolf,” he cried. “I have a great idea. I think I will have a dinner party. I love pasta and I would love to cook it for my friends and show them all what I have learned.”
“Why, that’s a great idea, Mr. Turtle, but what will you make?”
“I would like to make Tortellini!” said Mr. Turtle. “Will you teach me to make it?”
“Why of course I will teach you, Mr. Turtle,” replied Mrs. Wolf, “but under one condition.”
“What’s that, Mrs. Wolf?” he asked.
“You will have to invite me to your dinner party,” said Mrs. Wolf as they both laughed.
“Why, of course I will invite you to my dinner party, Mrs. Wolf!” exclaimed Mr. Turtle.
A few days later, Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolf were at the market to get the ingredients that they needed to make Tortellini for Mr. Turtle’s dinner party.
After they got what they needed, they went back to Mr. Turtle’s house and began cooking.
“Now, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf instructed as she poured salt into the water and waited for it to boil, “when the water boils you will need to pour the tortellini from its package into the boiling water. Then stir it around and set the timer for thirteen minutes.”
“Okay, Mrs. Wolf,” replied Mr. Turtle.
Soon the tortellini was done and Mr. Turtle was ready for his next cooking task.
“The garlic bread is done, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf said as she handed Mr. Turtle an oven mitt. “Now what do we do?”
“We take it out of the oven and make sure we turn off the oven,” replied Mr. Turtle.
“That’s right. It’s always good to turn off the oven when your food is done so you don’t forget. I will let you take the garlic bread out and then we will set the table.
Half an hour later the food was done, the table was set and all of Mr. Turtle’s friends were gathered around his delicious feast. Mr. Turtle stood up at the head of the table and raised his glass.
“I want to thank everyone for coming tonight,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “I also want to thank the woman whose help brought us this dinner tonight. To my friend and cooking instructor, Mrs. Wolf. Thank you for all your help and wisdom!”
“To Mrs. Wolf!” everyone said as they raised their glasses and looked at Mrs. Wolf, whose cheeks had turned bright red with happiness.
“Now,” said Mr. Turtle to his guests. “Let’s eat! Everyone dig in!”

The End…

Mr. Turtle Meets Stewart the Frog

2010-04-04T10:29:00.000-07:00

One nice day Mr. Turtle decided to take a long walk through Marysville Forest. When he reached the pond he was tired, so he found a tree stump to sit down on close to the pond.
He had been sitting comfortably for a few moments when he heard a voice speak to him.
“Hello,” greeted a little voice.
“Yes, hello,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Who’s there? Where are you?”
“Over here,” said the small voice.
Mr. Turtle looked in the direction of the voice but he just saw the pond.
“Where?” he asked, “I don’t see anyone.”
“Look, down here, inside the pond,” replied the voice.
Mr. Turtle got off the tree stump and walked over to the pond and looked in it. There he saw a little tadpole swimming around looking up at him.
“Oh, I see you now,” said Mr. Turtle. “You are such a little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the tadpole. “I am a tadpole but one day I will be a big frog.”
“I suppose you will,” said Mr. Turtle. “What is your name?
“My name is Stewart,” replied the little tadpole. “What is yours?”
“I am Mr. Turtle,” answered Mr. Turtle. “At least, that’s what my friends call me.”
The little tadpole laughed. “That was funny,” he said.
“Thanks, little friend,” replied Mr. Turtle. “What are you up to today?”
“Not much,” replied Stewart. “You see, I don’t have any family. I am on my own. I am waiting to turn into a big frog, but if you’d like you can come visit me again and we can talk. I get lonely out here by myself.”
“Why, I would love to visit again,” said Mr. Turtle, happy to have found a new friend. “I will come again tomorrow!”
Mr. Turtle came back the next day to visit his new friend and he came every day after that. They had the most wonderful talks and became great friends.
One day when Mr. Turtle walked to the pond where he always met Stewart, he couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Stewart,” he called into the pond. “Stewart!” No answer. “Stewart, where are you my friend?”
“Over here,” came a frog’s voice that Mr. Turtle hadn’t heard before. “I am on the tree stump.”
“The tree stump! But you can’t be out of the water!” Mr. Turtle cried in panic. He looked at the tree stump and there, staring back at him, was a huge frog. "Why, you’re a… you’re a…, what happened to you?”
“You like it? I finally turned into a big frog like I said I would! Aren’t you happy for me?” Stewart asked happily.
“Why, yes!” said Mr. Turtle. “Yes, I’m very happy for you, Stewart! I was worried because I couldn’t find you, but here you are, a big frog just like you always wanted!”
“Yeah, isn’t it great?” shouted the frog as he leaped high into the air and landed back on the stump. “Look what I can do!” exclaimed the frog as he leaped from the tree stump to the pond, then to a rock, and back to the tree stump again.
“Well, well,” said Mr. Turtle. “I sure am impressed.”
“I can do that anytime I want,” replied the frog. “It is so much fun!”
“It looks like a lot of fun and I am very happy for you, but I guess we can’t be friends anymore.”
“Mr. Turtle,” Stewart cried, “I still want to be friends. Don’t you?”
“Why of course I do,” said Mr. Turtle. “I just thought that you might be too busy for our daily visits since you are now a frog.”
“Oh, no, Mr. Turtle!” said the frog. “Will you still come to see me every day, like always?”
“Why, of course I will,” replied Mr. Turtle as he patted the frog on the head. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Why don’t you test your new jumping legs out today and tomorrow I will meet you right here again and we can visit? Does that sound good?”
“Oh, yes, Mr. Turtle!” exclaimed the frog, “That sounds great! See you then!” The new frog jumped off the stump and happily leaped into the forest.

The End…

Selma the Cat Meets Marty the Mouse

2010-03-29T17:43:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there lived a cat named Selma who lived on a farm with her owner Maggie. Maggie was a twelve-year-old girl and was Selma’s best friend in the whole world.
Every day, Maggie would come home from school, go to Selma’s little kitty bed, pick her up and take her outside to the front porch. Then Maggie would place Selma on her small lap and stroke her back for hours in an old rocking chair until supper was ready.
One day, Selma was waiting for Maggie to come home from school when the door opened and Maggie came running inside the house, right past Selma’s bed.
“I’m going to Liz’s house to spend the night, Mom,” she shouted at her mother. Then Maggie ran upstairs to gather her things.
“What’s Liz’s house?” Selma thought to herself.
Suddenly, Maggie came running downstairs with her overnight bag and started walking toward the front door.
“Where is she going?” Selma thought as she got out of her cuddly cat bed and followed her owner to the door.
“Meow,” cried Selma as she stood in front of Maggie’s feet.
“No, Selma,” said Maggie as she patted the top of Selma’s head. “You can’t come with me. I am staying at a friend’s house tonight.”
Selma moved to the side of the door as Maggie opened it and walked out with Selma following closely behind. Selma sat on the front porch as Maggie got into a parked car that had been waiting for her in the farm’s driveway.
“Meow,” Selma cried but her small owner didn’t notice. She was already talking to her friends inside the car that was now moving slowly down the farm’s driveway.
“I must catch her,” Selma thought and quickly began running at full speed down the driveway toward the road.
After a few moments of running, Selma reached the end of the farm’s long driveway and noticed that the car was out of sight. When Selma stopped for a moment to catch her breath, realized she was far from home.
“I have never been this far away from home before,” Selma thought to herself. “Where am I?” Selma began to look around in confusion. “Oh, no!” she thought. “What am I going to do?”
Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.
“Squeak….!” came a noise from under Selma’s furry paw.
“What was that?” shrieked Selma in confusion.
“Squeak, eek, eeek….” came the noise again.
Selma lifted her paw to reveal a small brown mouse cowering under her furry little cat pads.
“Please, don’t eat me!” the mouse cried out in fear.
“Eat you?” Selma asked the mouse. “Why would I want to eat you, you’re not cat food!”
“Cat food?” said the mouse. “Oh, you must be an indoor cat!”
“Why, yes!” Selma informed the mouse proudly. “I am an indoor cat, but I do visit the porch sometimes with my owner, Maggie.”
“Oh! Well, what are you doing out here then?” asked the mouse.
“My owner, Maggie, got into a car and it drove away. So I tried to follow but now I’m lost. I have never been off the porch before.”
“I can help you find your way back!” said the little mouse.
“You can?” exclaimed Selma happily.
“Sure, if you promise not to eat me!” said the mouse.
“I promise,” Selma told the mouse as they started making their way back to the farm house. “My name is Selma.”
“Mine’s Marty,” the little mouse introduced himself as they walked up the driveway.
Soon after, Selma and Marty had made their way to the farm house and were on the front porch talking before Selma had to go in for the night, when Selma had a terrific idea.
“I think you should live here under the porch stairs!” Selma exclaimed to the mouse. “I can help you build a nest, that way we can see each other every day!”
“I think that’s a great idea!” cried the mouse and they began gathering up materials to build a nest under the porch stairs.
The next day, Maggie came home from school and picked Selma out of her cuddly kitty bed and brought her out onto the porch where Selma visited with her new friend Marty until it was time for supper.

The End….

Mr. Turtle Goes to the Doctor:

2010-03-21T09:41:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time, there lived a turtle called Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day, Mr. Turtle was inside his large log home when he got a knock on the door.
“I wonder who that could be,” he thought as he went to answer the front door. “I am not expecting any company today.”
When he opened the door he found Mrs. Wolf, delivering the mail.
“Why, hello Mrs. Wolf!” greeted Mr. Turtle. “How are you doing today?”
“Hello, Mr. Turtle.” replied Mrs. Wolf. “I am doing well. I just have a note for you from Dr. Hedgehog. He wants you to come in today for your shot so you don’t get sick this year.”
“Oh, no! A shot!” Mr. Turtle said fearfully. “I hate shots! They hurt!”
“Now, now, Mr. Turtle. We don’t want you getting sick this year.” said Mrs. Wolf. “You best go in today and get that shot or you’ll get sick. It won’t hurt a bit, I promise.
“Okay.” replied Mr. Turtle. “I guess I don’t want to get sick. You promise it won’t hurt?” Mr. Turtle asked.
“I promise, Mr. Turtle. I will tell the doctor to take good care of you,” Mrs. Wolf assured Mr. Turtle. She walked down his path and out of sight.
Mr. Turtle grabbed his blue light jacket from his coat closet and proceeded out the door and to Dr. Hedgehog’s office to get his shot.
When Mr. Turtle got to the doctor’s office he was placed in an exam room while he waited for the doctor to come in and give him his shot.
A few minutes later, Dr. Hedgehog appeared in the exam room with the Mr. Turtle’s shot in his hand.
“Now there, Mr. Turtle,” said the doctor. “I hear from Mrs. Wolf that you’re afraid to get your shot?”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Turtle. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“Nonsense,” Dr. Hedgehog replied. “Shots don’t hurt! All you will feel is a small prick and a tingly sensation and then the shot will be over.”
“It will?” asked Mr. Turtle with excitement.
“Oh, yes.” said the doctor. “You won’t feel a thing. Now turn to your left for me and hold out your arm.”
Mr. Turtle did as Dr. Hedgehog asked and turned and held out his arm while the doctor gave him his shot.
“There you are, Mr. Turtle.” said the doctor.
“What?” said Mr. Turtle. “You’re done?”
“Yes, Mr. Turtle. I am,” said Dr. Hedgehog. I told you it wouldn’t hurt, didn’t I?”
“But, I didn’t feel a thing!”
“That’s good. Remember, Mr. Turtle, you should always get your shots from the doctor because if not you will get sick. I told you it wouldn’t hurt and it didn’t, did it?”
“No, I didn’t feel a thing,” replied Mr. Turtle as he jumped off the exam table. “You’re right, doctor. I’m glad that I came in today to get my shot. Now I won’t be sick all year!”
“See you next year, Mr. Turtle!” said the doctor.
“See you next year, Doctor.” said Mr. Turtle as he walked out of the doctor’s office back to his log home.

The End…

Mr. Turtle Goes to the Market

2010-03-14T10:09:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a turtle named Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day Mr. Turtle got invited to a picnic. Mr. Turtle had to bring a watermelon and this meant that he had to go to the market. So Mr. Turtle went to the market to select a watermelon, though he wasn’t sure how to pick one out. “How do I tell which one is ready to eat?” Mr. Turtle thought. “I need to ask for help.”Just then Mr. Turtle noticed Ducky, the store owner nearby. “Ducky, can you help me select a watermelon for a picnic?” asked Mr. Turtle. “Why, yes!” replied Ducky. “I would be glad to help you.” “Here’s how you pick out a watermelon.” Ducky told Mr. Turtle as he picked up a big watermelon. “You select a watermelon, hold it up to your ear and tap on it. If it sounds empty, it’s ready to eat!” “Oh,” said Mr. Turtle. “I will try!” Mr. Turtle selected a watermelon and held it up to his ear and tapped on it. “Does it sound empty?” asked Ducky. “Yes, I think it does,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Why then, it’s ready to eat!” Ducky told Mr. Turtle. “You can take it to your picnic today.” “Thank you for all your help, Ducky,” Mr. Turtle said and shook Ducky’s wing. Then he headed to the checkout lane to buy his watermelon. After Mr. Turtle had left the market he walked to the picnic to meet his friends. “Hi, Mr. Turtle!” cried Melanie the Squirrel when she saw Mr. Turtle. “Are you here for the picnic?” “Yes, I am and I have the watermelon you asked for,” said Mr. Turtle as he handed Melanie the fruit. “Thank you, Mr. Turtle,” Melanie said as she took the watermelon. Then Mr. Turtle and Melanie sat down with all their friends and enjoyed the picnic!

THE END…

Mr. Turtle Bakes a Birthday Cake

2010-01-16T17:10:00.001-08:00

Today is Mr. Turtle’s brother’s birthday so Mr. Turtle wanted to make him a birthday cake. The only problem was that Mr. Turtle didn’t know how to bake a cake.
Mr. Turtle was sitting in his kitchen debating what to do when he heard a noise outside. He walked to the front door and opened it and looked outside.
“Hi, Mr. Turtle,” spoke Mrs. Wolf the mail carrier as she put Mr. Turtle’s mail into his mail box. “How are you today?”
“Hi, Mrs. Wolf,” replied Mr. Turtle. “I am not doing very well. I have a problem and I don’t know what to do.”
“What is your problem, Mr. Turtle?” replied Mrs. Wolf. “Maybe I can help.”
“I hope so,” said Mr. Turtle. “You see it’s my brother, Danny’s birthday today and I wanted to make him a cake but I don’t know how!”
“Make a cake!” exclaimed Mrs. Wolf. “Well, I can help you with that. Get your coat and we’ll go to the market!”
A few hours later Mr. Turtle and Mrs. Wolf returned to Mr. Turtle’s home from the market with the ingredients to make a cake for Danny’s birthday.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Wolf read Mr. Turtle the cake recipe and instructions while Mr. Turtle poured eggs, flour, sugar, oil, and water into a large bowl and began stirring it around.
Soon the cake batter was ready and now it was time to grease the cake pans.
“Here you go, Mr. Turtle,” said Mrs. Wolf. “Take this butter and smear it around the cake pan and its edges. This will prevent the cake from sticking to the pan. This way, we can get the cake out easier and the cake will look nice when it’s done!”
“Okay,” Mr. Turtle said as he unwrapped the butter and smeared it about the pan. “This is fun!”
“Yes,” replied Mrs. Wolf. “I am having a good time too!”
“It looks like you’re a done greasing the pans. Good job. Now we will pour the cake’s batter into the two cake pans.”
“Sure, Mrs. Wolf,” said Mr. Turtle and with Mrs. Wolf’s help and instruction Mr. Turtle poured the cake’s batter into the two greased pans and placed them into the oven.
“Now we must set the timer on the oven so that we know when the cake is done and ready to come out of the oven,” said Mrs. Wolf as she set the oven’s timer for thirty-four minutes.
A few hours later the cake was out of the oven cooled on the cake racks, then iced with white fluffy icing. With Mrs. Wolf’s help, Mr. Turtle wrote “Happy Birthday Danny” on the top of the cake and it was all ready to surprise Danny when he came for his birthday dinner.
“Thank you so much for all your help today, Mrs. Wolf,” said Mr. Turtle. “I couldn’t have done it without you and it was so much fun! I love to cook!”
“It was no problem Mr. Turtle,” replied Mrs. Wolf. “Anytime, Mr. Turtle!”
Later that night, Danny arrived at Mr. Turtle’s house for his birthday dinner and was greeted by his brother at the door holding a giant birthday cake.
“Brother, did you do all of this for me?” Asked Danny in surprise.
“Yes, Mrs. Wolf helped me and it was so much fun that she is coming back tomorrow night to teach me how to cook pizza!”
“Why, it sounds like you had a lot of fun today. Maybe I should learn to cook too!”
“Oh yes, brother,” replied Mr. Turtle. “You will love cooking, it is so such fun. I can wait to learn more!”

The End…

Mr. Turtle Goes Camping

2010-01-10T14:27:00.000-08:00

Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville forest in a log home. Mr. Turtle’s brother, Danny, was visiting from Florida and they were going to take a camping trip, so Mr. Turtle and Danny went to the market to pick up some camping supplies.
“Now, let’s see,” said Mr. Turtle as he took out his list when they were in the market.
“We need to get the some graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows so we can make some s’mores on our camping trip!” exclaimed Danny.
“S’mores?” said Mr. Turtle in confusion.”What is a s’more?”
“You don’t know what a s’more is?” asked Danny.
“No, I have never had one,” Mr. Turtle replied.
“Oh, you will love them,” said Danny. “You will see. I will make one for you,” said Danny as he took the list from his brother and they set off to find marshmallows.
A few days later, Mr. Turtle and Danny worked hard together in the woods to set up their camping supplies and tent in front of the huge grill they had dumped charcoal into.
Finally, nightfall came and Mr. Turtle and Danny were getting hungry so Danny took out the graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows they had bought at the market and made Mr. Turtle his first s’more.
“Here you go, brother,” said Danny as he handed his brother the s’more. “You will love it!”
“Are you sure it’s good?” asked Mr. Turtle.
“Oh, yes,” replied Danny. “They are the best. I know you will love them.
Mr. Turtle took the s’more from his brother’s paw and popped it into his mouth.
“Oh, my goodness!” shouted Mr. Turtle.
“What?” cried Danny. “Is it too hot? Did you burn yourself?”
“No,” cried Mr. Turtle. “It’s so good! I love it!”
“Oh,” replied Danny. “I knew you would!”
“I do! They are the best,” Mr. Turtle told his brother. “These are so good. Can I have some more?”
“Sure, you can,” said Danny. “But make sure that you don’t eat too many or you will get a tummy ache.”
The next morning, Mr. Turtle and Danny woke up and gathered up their things and walked back to Mr. Turtle’s log home.
“I can’t wait for another camping trip,” said Mr. Turtle to Danny as they walked into his log home.
“Why not?” asked Danny.
“Because I want some more s’mores!” replied Mr. Turtle.

The End…

Meaghan At Forest School, Troy, Ohio. Dec. 18th, 2009!

2009-12-22T08:37:00.000-08:00

Meaghan At Hook School, Troy, Ohio. Dec. 14th, 2009!

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Meaghan At Angela's Circle of Friends Child Care, Troy, Ohio Dec. 15th, 2009!

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Meaghan At Concord School in Troy, Ohio! Dec. 11th, 2009!

2009-12-22T07:45:00.000-08:00

Mr. Turtle Goes Parasailing

2009-12-20T18:38:00.000-08:00

Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest but today Mr. Turtle was not at home. He was on vacation in Miami Beach, Florida, visiting his brother, Danny.
Mr. Turtle and his brother were swimming in a pool near Danny’s house when Danny had a fabulous idea.
“Why don’t we see if we can go parasailing today?” asked Danny.
“Parasailing!” replied Mr. Turtle. “What is parasailing?”
“Oh, it’s great,” said Danny. “You get on a boat and the boat crew straps you in safely, then they strap a sail onto your back. Then they roll you out into the wind and drive the boat along the shore so you can see the most magnificent views of Miami Beach from high above. It’s so pretty and calm, you will love it! You must try it. It’s so much fun!”
“Really, it sounds scary to me,” replied Mr. Turtle. “Do we have to do it?”
“Oh, you must,” said Danny. “It is so much fun and not scary at all, I assure you.”
“But you said that you go high into the air with nothing but a sail?” asked Mr. Turtle.
“Yes, but you are safely strapped in and tied to the boat, and I will be with you.” said Danny. “We can go up together. It will be so much fun. You will see. There is nothing to be afraid of.”
“Okay, then,” spoke Mr. Turtle. “If you think it will be fun then I shall try it. Are you sure it safe?”
“Oh, yes,” Danny said. “I have done it three times before and it is very safe.”
“Okay, then,” Mr. Turtle told Danny. “Let’s go parasailing!”
“Yea!” exclaimed Danny with glee. “Let’s go parasailing!”
Mr. Turtle and his brother got out of the swimming pool and walked down the beach to the parasailing booth.
“Can we go parasailing today?” Danny asked the sales clerk at the booth.
“Yes, we have a boat leaving in few moments,” replied the sales clerk. “Would you like to go?”
“Yes,” said Danny. “We would love to go.”
“Okay then,” said the man at the booth. “Here are your life jackets. Put them on and go wait on the boat. We will leave soon.”
“Okay,” replied Danny and Mr. Turtle. They did as they were instructed.
Later, the boat went speeding off far into the ocean and turned around to face the shore line. The parasailing boat crew strapped Mr. Turtle and Danny safely in and tied them to the sail. As the boat began to pick up speed they flew backwards ever so softly, up into the air, like a kite in the sky.
“Isn’t this great?” asked Danny.
“Oh, yes,” said Mr. Turtle. “It is so beautiful up here and not scary at all!”
“I knew you would like it,” Danny told his brother.
“Yes, I do!” exclaimed Mr. Turtle. “I can’t believe I was so afraid to parasail but you were right, Danny. It is so calm and peaceful up here and you can see all of Miami Beach! It is wonderful!”
“I knew you would have fun and love it as much as I do!” replied Danny.
“Oh, yes!” shouted Mr. Turtle. “We must do this again!”

The End…

My Writing Experience

2009-12-12T09:56:00.000-08:00

Hi Everyone,

I usually post a short children’s story every week but due to special request, I would like to go back to the beginning and tell you how I began writing and how I came up with the idea to write “Sadie” as well as my other books and blogs.

I began writing poetry in 2002 and got published by Poets Society. I have loved writing ever since but never imagined that I could ever write anything as difficult as a book or novel.

In 2008 I joined a writers group where an idea that I had been having for a children’s book came to life. I studied and learned writing skills from others in my group and started to believe that I could actually sit down and try to write out this story. I thought, “What could it hurt!” So I brought my computer with me when I went along with my husband on a business trip to Reno, Nevada.

I was in the hotel room one day after getting tired of walking around the hotel and reading books when I sat down and began to write. I wrote for four hours straight without stopping. Then I waited for my husband to come back to the room and tell him about my silly little experiment.
We had dinner that night and I told him about the story that I wrote and later that night I decided to show him. I had only written half and could not see where to go from there. I sat on the edge of the hotel bed shaking with anxiety waiting for him to laugh at me and say how silly it was when suddenly he looked up and said, “I like it! It’s really good, Meg!” I almost died.

Months later, I had finished my book and was walking in my neighborhood when I ran into my sixth grade teacher, Linda Gallagher, from Concord Elementary School. I told her about my book and she asked to see it and soon became my Editor. Three months later, I wrote three more books about the same character. Then I thought, “I must do something different.” That’s when I came up with the character, “Sadie the Skunk.”

I thought of the name “Sadie” because I have always loved the name and my dog, who is a tri- colored collie, with black and white colors like a skunk, is also named Sadie. So as a writer, I tried to incorporate the name and same features into my character, “Sadie the Skunk.”

I wrote the first draft back in August, 2008, and hated it. So I deleted it and wrote it again. After it was edited, I gave it to my neighbor to look at. She read it to her granddaughter. As I was packing my car to go on vacation, she came running to tell me that they all loved the story. That was when I knew I had to get it published.

I began sending out cover letters to agents and publishers in back in January and in June I was contacted by two publishers who really wanted to publish my book. However, after a few months I found out that any publisher would end up paying me only about 25 cents to $1.25 for any book I sold. I also would have to do my own media, and I wouldn’t have control over my book’s layout or cover.

Then I found Marla Fair, who soon became my illustrator. She is a local artist and a writer who is Independent and is well known. She told me how great it was for her so I went home and told my husband and we began discussing it.

A few months later after much research, I decided to become my own publisher. I registered my name as Gypsy Publications, bought a web downtime and ten ISBN numbers and I was in business.

My mission is not only to publish my own work but also to help other struggling writers by publishing their writing under Gypsy Publications. I have learned a lot from this experience and I continue to learn something new every day.

“Sadie the Skunk” was released November 11th, 2009 and is doing very well. The book has gotten a tremendous review by Renee Hand’s, The Crypto-Capers Series on her blog/website:http://thecryptocapersseries.blogspot.com/.

I have an event almost every day and I am keeping very busy trying to get “Sadie” known by every book store in the US.

I hope you have enjoyed reading about my book experience and if you wish to know more about: me, Marla Fair, “Sadie the Skunk,” events, or what’s coming soon, please visit: www.gypsypublications.com or www.meaghanfisher.com for more information.

Sincerely,

Meaghan Fisher

Mrs. Fox Gets Sick

2009-11-22T14:15:00.000-08:00

Continued from last week...

“Now go and finish doing the dishes and when your father gets home you can help him with the household chores. I need some rest.”
Then poor sick Mrs. Fox put her head down and fell fast asleep while her children left her room and attempted to do the dirty dishes.
A few hours later, Mr. Fox came home and found his two boys doing the most unusual thing. They were folding the laundry!
“Boys!” cried Mr. Fox. “What’s going on?”
“Father, Father,” Mike exclaimed. “Mother is sick and she says we must do her household chores for her tonight and help you. We have done the dishes and now we are folding the laundry.”
“Oh, my,” cried Mr. Fox. “Your poor Mother!”
Mr. Fox went to see Mrs. Fox who told him to take care of the two boys until she got better. Mr. Fox softly kissed his wife on the forehead and said he would be back soon with some soup.
“Okay,” said Mr. Fox as he entered the kitchen. “I am going to make your mother some soup while you two fold the laundry.”
He looked around.
“Where is the soup?”
“It’s in the cupboard, Father!” answered Alex.
Mr. Fox opened the cupboard and pulled out a can of soup, opened it, and asked his son where his mother kept the soup bowls. His son told him and Mr. Fox opened a nearby cabinet took a bowl out, and poured the soup into a bowl. Then Mr. Fox placed the bowl of soup in the microwave and set it for five minutes.
“No, Father! No!” shouted Alex. “That is too long. The soup will explode from heat if you do set it for five minutes. You must stop it. Then set it for two minutes! Not five!”
“Okay, okay,” replied Mr. Fox as he stopped the microwave and reset it for two minutes.
Later that night, Mike, Alex, and Mr. Fox had finished the vacuuming, helped their father make dinner, gotten medicine for Mrs. Fox, done the boy’s homework, and were off to bed for the night.
Mr. Fox tucked the two boys into bed and kissed them goodnight. He thanked them for all their hard work and help while their mother was sick. They all said a little prayer that Mrs. Fox would get better soon.
The next morning, the boys and Mr. Fox woke up and were getting ready for school and work when Mrs. Fox walked out of the bedroom.
“Honey, what are you doing up?” asked Mr. Fox.
“I think I am feeling much better today,” she told her family.
“Yea,” shouted Mr. Fox, Mike, and Alex.
“Mom is better!” exclaimed the two boys. “Mom is better!”
“I sure am glad you are better,” said Mr. Fox. “You were right. Your job is hard!”
Everyone laughed as Mr. Fox hugged his wife and kissed her on the cheek.
“Oh, honey, you are so silly!” laughed Mrs. Fox. “It is hard, but it wouldn’t be if I had more help around the house.”
“You are right,” replied her husband. “From now on the boys and I will help you with the household chores!”
“That would be wonderful,” said Mrs. Fox. “It would teach the boys that household work is hard, but it doesn’t have to be if we all share the responsibility.”

The End…

Mrs. Fox Gets Sick

2009-11-15T08:19:00.000-08:00

Mrs. Fox lived in the woods with her husband, Mr. Fox, and their two sons, Mike and Alex.
Mrs. Fox loved her husband and her two sons but was often overwhelmed with daily household chores while Mr. Fox and her two sons were at work and school.
Mrs. Fox would make meals, clean the dishes, wash the laundry, vacuum the carpets and floors, and help her two sons with their homework at night.
Mrs. Fox asked for help from her family and explained to them how tired she was feeling, but seldom got any help.
One morning, while Mrs. Fox was cleaning the dishes after breakfast, she suddenly started feeling very ill.
Mrs. Fox decided to go to the doctor to see what was wrong.
“You have the flu, Mrs. Fox,” said the doctor.
“Oh, no, the flu!” cried Mrs. Fox.
“Yes,” replied the doctor. “You must stay in bed and drink plenty fluids, and get lots of rest.”
“Oh, no,” cried Mrs. Fox. “What am I going to do? My family can’t get along without me. I am the only one who does the household chores. My family needs me!”
“Well, Mrs. Fox,” said the doctor, “your family will just have to get along without you because you’re sick and you must stay in bed!”
The doctor gave Mrs. Fox some medicine and told her to go home and get into bed at once.
After school, the boys came home looking for their mother, but couldn’t find her anywhere.
“Mom?” they shouted as they looked around the house. “Mom? Mom, where are you?”
“I’m in here, boys!” cried Mrs. Fox as loud as she could as she held her head in pain.
The two boys found Mrs. Fox in bed holding her aching head.
“Boys, I’m afraid I am sick,” Mrs. Fox told her two children. “I have the flu and the doctor told me that I must rest today.”
“But, Mom, we can’t cook, clean, fold the laundry, vacuum, and do our homework alone!” protested the Mike and Alex.
“Well, I’m afraid you must,” said Mrs. Fox.

To Be Continued....

Mr. Turtle is Afraid to Fly

2009-11-08T19:48:00.000-08:00

Mr. Turtle lived in Marysville Forest in a large log home by himself. He was getting ready to go to the supermarket one day when he heard a loud knock at his front door.
“Knock, knock…” came the sound from Mr. Turtle’s door.
Mr. Turtle opened his front door to find Mrs. Wolf waiting outside with a white envelope in her hand for Mr. Turtle.
“What’s this?” asked Mr. Turtle as Mrs. Fox handed him the envelope.
“Why, Mr. Turtle, it’s a plane ticket for your trip to see your brother in Miami Beach, Florida.”
“Trip!” cried Mr. Turtle. “I can’t go on a trip!”
“Why not, Mr. Turtle?” asked Mrs. Wolf. “Don’t you want to see your brother?”
“Of course, but I would have to take an airplane and I am afraid to fly,” explained Mr. Turtle.
“Oh, flying is not scary at all,” said Mrs. Wolf. “Why, it’s as easy as baking a pie. All you have to do is go to the airport. Then you get on an airplane and they take you to Florida! Don’t you want to go, Mr. Turtle?”
“Yes, but I have never flown before and I am scared,” replied Mr. Turtle.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Mrs. Wolf assured the fearful Mr. Turtle. “Go, pack your bags and I will take you to the airport!”
“You will, Mrs. Wolf?” exclaimed Mr. Turtle in surprise.
“I sure will!” said Mrs. Wolf. “Now go get your bags and I will wait outside.”
A few minutes later, Mr. Turtle came out of his house with a packed bag in hand and Mrs. Wolf took him in to the airport.
“Now remember, Mr. Turtle,” Mrs. Wolf told Mr. Turtle as she dropped him off at the airport. “There is nothing to fear about flying. Planes are perfectly safe and fly every day!”
“Okay, Mrs. Wolf,” said Mr. Turtle and he walked into the airport.
After Mr. Turtle checked his bag he got into the airplane, buckled his seat belt, and the plane took off.
During the plane trip Mr. Turtle’s airplane pilot came onto the loud speakers above Mr. Turtle’s head.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” said the pilot, “we will be landing in Miami Beach shortly.”
“That was fast!” thought Mr. Turtle. “I can’t wait to see my brother.”
When Mr. Turtle’s plane landed he got off and saw his brother, Danny, waiting for him in the airport terminal.
Mr. Turtle walked up to his brother and they hugged.
“Nice to see you, my brother,” Danny said to Mr. Turtle. “How was your flight?”
“It was great!” cried Mr. Turtle. “At first I was so afraid to fly on an airplane, but Mrs. Wolf explained to me that there was nothing to be afraid of. She sure was right. It was fun!”
“Well,” said Danny. “I am glad you liked it! Maybe you can come visit me again sometime?”
“Yes, I will come every year and visit you!” said Mr. Turtle as they left the airport.

The End…

Selma the Cat Meets Marty the Mouse

2009-08-29T17:06:00.000-07:00

(Continued from last week):

“I have never been this far away from home before,” Selma thought to herself. “Where am I?” Selma began to look around in confusion. “Oh, no!” she thought. “What am I going to do?”
Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.
“Squeak….!” came a noise from under Selma’s furry paw.
“What was that?” shrieked Selma in confusion.
“Squeak, eek, eeek….” came the noise again.
Selma lifted her paw to reveal a small brown mouse cowering under her furry little cat pads.
“Please, don’t eat me!” the mouse cried out in fear.
“Eat you?” Selma asked the mouse. “Why would I want to eat you, you’re not cat food!”
“Cat food?” said the mouse. “Oh, you must be an indoor cat!”
“Why, yes!” Selma informed the mouse proudly. “I am an indoor cat, but I do visit the porch sometimes with my owner, Maggie.”
“Oh! Well, what are you doing out here then?” asked the mouse.
“My owner, Maggie, got into a car and it drove away. So I tried to follow but now I’m lost. I have never been off the porch before.”
“I can help you find your way back!” said the little mouse.
“You can?” exclaimed Selma happily.
“Sure, if you promise not to eat me!” said the mouse.
“I promise,” Selma told the mouse as they started making their way back to the farm house. “My name is Selma.”
“Mine’s Marty,” the little mouse introduced himself as they walked up the driveway.
Soon after, Selma and Marty had made their way to the farm house and were on the front porch talking before Selma had to go in for the night, when Selma had a terrific idea.
“I think you should live here under the porch stairs!” Selma exclaimed to the mouse. “I can help you build a nest, that way we can see each other every day!”
“I think that’s a great idea!” cried the mouse and they began gathering up materials to build a nest under the porch stairs.
The next day, Maggie came home from school and picked Selma out of her cuddly kitty bed and brought her out onto the porch where Selma visited with her new friend Marty until it was time for supper.

The End….

Copyright by Meaghan Fisher

2009-08-23T09:59:00.000-07:00

Selma the Cat Meets Marty the Mouse

Once upon a time, there lived a cat named Selma who lived on a farm with her owner Maggie. Maggie was a twelve-year-old girl and was Selma’s best friend in the whole world.
Every day, Maggie would come home from school, go to Selma’s little kitty bed, pick her up and take her outside to the front porch. Then Maggie would place Selma on her small lap and stroke her back for hours in an old rocking chair until supper was ready.
One day, Selma was waiting for Maggie to come home from school when the door opened and Maggie came running inside the house, right past Selma’s bed.
“I’m going to Liz’s house to spend the night, Mom,” she shouted at her mother. Then Maggie ran upstairs to gather her things.
“What’s Liz’s house?” Selma thought to herself.
Suddenly, Maggie came running downstairs with her overnight bag and started walking toward the front door.
“Where is she going?” Selma thought as she got out of her cuddly cat bed and followed her owner to the door.
“Meow,” cried Selma as she stood in front of Maggie’s feet.
“No, Selma,” said Maggie as she patted the top of Selma’s head. “You can’t come with me. I am staying at a friend’s house tonight.”
Selma moved to the side of the door as Maggie opened it and walked out with Selma following closely behind. Selma sat on the front porch as Maggie got into a parked car that had been waiting for her in the farm’s driveway.
“Meow,” Selma cried but her small owner didn’t notice. She was already talking to her friends inside the car that was now moving slowly down the farm’s driveway.
“I must catch her,” Selma thought and quickly began running at full speed down the driveway toward the road.
After a few moments of running, Selma reached the end of the farm’s long driveway and noticed that the car was out of sight. When Selma stopped for a moment to catch her breath, realized she was far from home.
“I have never been this far away from home before,” Selma thought to herself. “Where am I?” Selma began to look around in confusion. “Oh, no!” she thought. “What am I going to do?”

To be continued next Monday!

Copyright by Meaghan Fisher

Mr. Turtle Goes to the Doctor:

2009-08-16T14:35:00.000-07:00

Mr. Turtle Goes to the Doctor:

Once upon a time, there lived a turtle called Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day, Mr. Turtle was inside his large log home when he got a knock on the door.
“I wonder who that could be,” he thought as he went to answer the front door. “I am not expecting any company today.”
When he opened the door he found Mrs. Wolf, delivering the mail.
“Why, hello Mrs. Wolf!” greeted Mr. Turtle. “How are you doing today?”
“Hello, Mr. Turtle.” replied Mrs. Wolf. “I am doing well. I just have a note for you from Dr. Hedgehog. He wants you to come in today for your shot so you don’t get sick this year.”
“Oh, no! A shot!” Mr. Turtle said fearfully. “I hate shots! They hurt!”
“Now, now, Mr. Turtle. We don’t want you getting sick this year.” said Mrs. Wolf. “You best go in today and get that shot or you’ll get sick. It won’t hurt a bit, I promise.
“Okay.” replied Mr. Turtle. “I guess I don’t want to get sick. You promise it won’t hurt?” Mr. Turtle asked.
“I promise, Mr. Turtle. I will tell the doctor to take good care of you,” Mrs. Wolf assured Mr. Turtle. She walked down his path and out of sight.
Mr. Turtle grabbed his blue light jacket from his coat closet and proceeded out the door and to Dr. Hedgehog’s office to get his shot.
When Mr. Turtle got to the doctor’s office he was placed in an exam room while he waited for the doctor to come in and give him his shot.
A few minutes later, Dr. Hedgehog appeared in the exam room with the Mr. Turtle’s shot in his hand.
“Now there, Mr. Turtle,” said the doctor. “I hear from Mrs. Wolf that you’re afraid to get your shot?”
“Yes,” replied Mr. Turtle. “I’m afraid it will hurt.”
“Nonsense,” Dr. Hedgehog replied. “Shots don’t hurt! All you will feel is a small prick and a tingly sensation and then the shot will be over.”
“It will?” asked Mr. Turtle with excitement.
“Oh, yes.” said the doctor. “You won’t feel a thing. Now turn to your left for me and hold out your arm.”
Mr. Turtle did as Dr. Hedgehog asked and turned and held out his arm while the doctor gave him his shot.
“There you are, Mr. Turtle.” said the doctor.
“What?” said Mr. Turtle. “You’re done?”
“Yes, Mr. Turtle. I am,” said Dr. Hedgehog. I told you it wouldn’t hurt, didn’t I?”
“But, I didn’t feel a thing!”
“That’s good. Remember, Mr. Turtle, you should always get your shots from the doctor because if not you will get sick. I told you it wouldn’t hurt and it didn’t, did it?”
“No, I didn’t feel a thing,” replied Mr. Turtle as he jumped off the exam table. “You’re right, doctor. I’m glad that I came in today to get my shot. Now I won’t be sick all year!”
“See you next year, Mr. Turtle!” said the doctor.
“See you next year, Doctor.” said Mr. Turtle as he walked out of the doctor’s office back to his log home.

The End…

Copyright by Meaghan Fisher

2009-07-27T08:37:00.000-07:00

Mr. Turtle Goes to the Market:

Once upon a time there was a turtle named Mr. Turtle who lived in Marysville Forest. One day Mr. Turtle got invited to a picnic. Mr. Turtle had to bring a watermelon and this meant that he had to go to the market.
So Mr. Turtle went to the market to select a watermelon, though he wasn’t sure how to pick one out.
“How do I tell which one is ready to eat?” Mr. Turtle thought. “I need to ask for help.”
Just then Mr. Turtle noticed Ducky, the store owner nearby.
“Ducky, can you help me select a watermelon for a picnic?” asked Mr. Turtle.
“Why, yes!” replied Ducky. “I would be glad to help you.”
“Here’s how you pick out a watermelon.” Ducky told Mr. Turtle as he picked up a big watermelon. “You select a watermelon, hold it up to your ear and tap on it. If it sounds empty, it’s ready to eat!”
“Oh,” said Mr. Turtle. “I will try!”
Mr. Turtle selected a watermelon and held it up to his ear and tapped on it.
“Does it sound empty?” asked Ducky.
“Yes, I think it does,” replied Mr. Turtle.
“Why then, it’s ready to eat!” Ducky told Mr. Turtle. “You can take it to your picnic today.”
“Thank you for all your help, Ducky,” Mr. Turtle said and shook Ducky’s wing. Then he headed to the checkout lane to buy his watermelon.
After Mr. Turtle had left the market he walked to the picnic to meet his friends.
“Hi, Mr. Turtle!” cried Melanie the Squirrel when she saw Mr. Turtle. “Are you here for the picnic?”
“Yes, I am and I have the watermelon you asked for,” said Mr. Turtle as he handed Melanie the fruit.
“Thank you, Mr. Turtle,” Melanie said as she took the watermelon.
Then Mr. Turtle and Melanie sat down with all their friends and enjoyed the picnic!

THE END…

Copyright by Meaghan Fisher