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| Collect all the cleaned pages and scale them to make a thumbnail Book for your dolls. |
Assemble a doll-sized mini book: True, it is the illustration and poetry of Nightengale. Visitors can collect all the illustrations and verses of the birds “bird children” To print and build a little book of poetry for their dolls. Simply drag each png file. In the Word document, print, cut out all the pictures to the same size and staple the pages together at the left edge. Squeeze some white school glue along the pointed edge of the pages and attach a cardboard cover.
“This is not my way,” said the Nightingale
to practice singing during the day,
But wait for all the rest to finish
And I will gladly sing for you.
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It was Mrs. McCaw who threw the party. And Mrs. Macaw was sure that her daughter, Polly, had a beautiful voice. It was loud, sure, but beautiful? Well, it depends on the point of view. If you can leave the parrot’s home at the zoo without a headache, maybe you can learn to like a voice like Polly Macaw’s.
Now, Mrs. Macaw has decided to serenade her daughter, Polly, at this grand ball that she has proposed to give! Only, you didn’t put that on the invite. What she said was: “Music, PWS” All the birds wondered what that meant, but she said nothing.
Little Miss Parakeet was at her wits end. And requests for new dresses simply poured into her; She had to engage four new helpers (woodpeckers) because she had so much to do. As for the Tailor-bird–why, his new peacock coat alone would have taken him all his time, not to mention Mr. Thrush’s spotted waistcoat and Captain Cockatoo’s new crest.
Poor bird was not invited. This was little Mary Lynette. She didn’t mind in the least, but her father and mother were very indignant. It was because she was so young, said Mrs. Macaw, but of course the real reason was that she was such a good singer that Mrs. Macaw was afraid she would outshine Polly.
What must Mrs. Lynette do to get even? Yes! she had. Although her daughter was not invited, she (Mrs. Linnet) was, so she sent a polite note asking if she would bring her friend, Madame Nightingale, who was visiting. “naturally!” Mrs. McCaw replied.
But the night before the ball Mrs. Macaw passed Lynette’s house, and heard Madame Nightingale rehearsing, the singing
She was so old that she knew her daughter would definitely be put in the shadows by this new singer. what should be done? “I own it!” she said at great length, and went at once to little Mrs. Barakett.
She was Miss Parrakeet’s best client. Miss Barakett wouldn’t dare to upset her. And what do you think she said to the little tailor? You must not send the new ball gown to Mrs. Nightingale, said she.
I will pay you for that. When you send the lady, tell her that you forgot
Or something – anything – just don’t let her wear the dress.”
So Mrs. Nightingale waited and waited and her dress did not arrive. At the last minute she was told the dress hadn’t even started. Mrs. Lynette, who came over to Mrs. Macaw’s house, was nervous. She told Mrs. Macaw what was troubling her, but that rotten bird replied, “Never mind Madame Nightingale; Polly will sing.”
“What?” said Mrs. Lynette. “Nonsense! You must be wrong! Why, Polly can’t sing, bit!”
But she says that in Mrs. Lynette’s invitation, she really is! You are
See when you get home, “PWS – Polly will sing!”
“Oh!” said Mrs. Lynette, and flew away. Her mind was formed. I thought of a way to punish Lady Macao.
The age of the party has come. In “The Perch” it was all ready, Mrs. Macaw, gorgeous in red, blue, and green, checkered Polly, and all in white. Captain Cockatoo with his cool new crest, they’ve all been there.
But the funny thing is, there were no guests.
Because Mrs. Lynette told Tom Tate to stand at the gate and whisper
each guest upon his arrival. “PWS means Polly Will Sing!” As Tom whispered this, every guest turned and ran away. They all knew what Polly’s singing would be like.
For hours and hours the poor parrots sat alone. Then suddenly they heard the cheering, and looked up, and saw all their expected guests gathered outside Mrs. Linnet’s house, where Madame Nightingale was serenading them.
Parrots and Lynets are not friends now.
But Madame Nightmail’s dress is yet to come, and as she does not like to be seen without it, she sings all she has in the night high in the sky. Henry Altmus Company.
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