Puzzled

Here's my first illustration for a thing called Illustration Friday. Their word this week to do an drawing around is, 'Puzzled'. 

I Don't Believe in Frankenbunnies!

It was picnic day and Petal was anxious to get started. Big sister Marushka said, "Please eat your breakfast, Petal. We need to hurry if we're going to get to the other side of the woods today."

But Petal didn't want her breakfast, she wanted a picnic, now. "No," was all she said.  

"If you don't eat, the Frankenbunny will get you!" Marushka told her little sister. "He's big and green and stomps around hollering, 'I only eat bunnies who won't eat their breakfast!'

"No, no, no!" Petal yelled back. "I don't believe you. I want to eat a cookie." 

"Suit yourself, Marushka said. "But don't blame me when the Frankenbunny comes sniffing around." Then she packed up Petal and the wagon and off they went. 

Happily, Marushka led Humphrey, their miniature, miniature pony, Petal and Teddy, their dancing Teddybear hamster into the woods.

Petal entertained everyone with her very loud singing and a song she made up called, 'I don't believe in Frankenbunnies'. She was about sing it again when she noticed a dark and looming castle in the distance. "Marushka?" she called, nervously. "Who lives in that dark and looming castle in the distance?" 

"Oh, that belongs to the Frankenbunny. But you don't believe in Frankenbunnies, do you?"

"No," Petal said quietly, clutching her cookie.

Marushka didn't turn around, but smiled as she continued down the path. 

Petal wasn't smiling anymore, or singing for that matter, but instead whispered, "I don't believe in the stupid ol' Frankenbunny." Then she turned around really fast to look, at the same instant that they rounded a bend in the  path. 

She couldn't be sure because Humphrey was trotting pretty fast for a miniature, miniature pony. And it could have been the sun in her eyes, but she thought she saw the Frankenbunny! She kept her cookie close and her ears perked, waiting for the Frankenbunny's holler. 

Suddenly, Humphrey came to a halt before a beautiful secret garden in a clearing. Marushka said, "Look how lovely! Lets stop here, I'm starved!"

"Me too!" said a deep voice behind Petal. 

Well, all the little bunny hairs on the back of her little bunny neck went up and she jumped from the wagon yelling, "Run for your life! The Frankenbunny's here!"and hid beneath a clump of grape hyacinths. 

But the giant, stomping Frankenbunny followed, peering at her through the leaves, "I'm sorry, Petal," he said, lifting up the big green mask. "It's only me, Iggy."

She peeked from her hiding spot into a warm smiling Iggy face and with a deep sigh of relief said, "I don't believe in Frankenbunnies."

Marushka unpacked the wagon and soon they all sat down for a nice healthy lunch of veggie burgers, carrot sticks and carrot juice. Afterwards, Petal danced around chanting, "I only eat bunnies who won't feed me cookies." 

When Marushka and Iggy had fed her enough cookies she played with her boat in the pond and sang in a high, sweet voice,

"I don't believe in Frankenbunnies!" 

The End.

Tale of the Black Mamba is an Ebook too!

So, I finally managed to turn my children's book into an ebook and what a finicky job it was! I really can't complain though, because this whole publishing process has been a wonderful experience! 

From illustrating the cover to formatting and printing the book, it's been scary, fulfilling and euphoric! This is the cover page in the book, although I didn't think to include the little thumbnail picture in the printed version until I saw the ebook publishers doing it. Oh well, next print run!

You can find an electronic copy of Tale of the Black Mamba at Smashwords or if you prefer, I'd be happy to sign a copy for you at lenoreangela.com . Oh, marketing! Shameless self promotion! 

What people are saying about Tale of the Black Mamba

"With a steampunk sensibility and wildly inventive plot, plenty of verbal (as well as actual) fireworks, and an evil mastermind as ruthless as Sax Rohmer's Dr. Fu Manchu, this darkly humorous fantasy is a fabulous confection of a book. Fair warning: teen readers should be prepared to steal it back from the adults in the household." 

—Eileen Kernaghan - Author of Wild Talent: a Novel of the Supernatural

"Lenore Angela combines simple, everyday words to create something exquisitely wonderful."

—Irene Livingston - Author of Finklehopper Frog

"From the wildly inventive, black-capped, mauve-slippered Dr. Wu to a sumptuous subterranean hideaway and a teetering tightrope rescue above Niagara Falls, this book has all the fun of the 1901 World's Fair: a rollicking good tale brimming with escapades galore."

—Jacquie Argent - Freelance Editor

Benny the Boat Builder

Little Benny Bunny was going to build a boat.

Hoped when it was finished, that it would really float!

Took it to the Hollow,

then had a little break.

Before he put his sailboat, in the little lake.

He set it in the water and watched it float away.

Happy eating ice cream, that lovely day in May. 

Wiled away the hours,

 so proud from where he lay. 

 And vowed to be a builder,

then everyone could play!

Another Gorgeous Day!

If you ask me, it's never too early for a picnic And what a perfect way and a perfect day to wile away the time. Eating, sleeping, reading. Wait, reading!

Holy bunnybrains, Batman. Absolutely everybunny's reading Tale of the Black Mamba!

I guess even bunnies like to have the stuffing scared out of them once in a while. Well, maybe only a little, it's not that scary.

Spring Has Sprung!

Easter morning and all is calm.

Before the sugar rush, of course!

Penny attempts to demonstrate that given enough Easter chocolate, Bunnies most certainly can fly!

Ducks in the Park

So nice to see the sun for a change this morning. Snapped these lovely little creatures at the park today while we were walking Clare.  

Pretty Mallard.

The one thing I've learned about taking wildlife shots is, NO DOGS ALLOWED. Unless you want your blabber mouth of a dog sticking her big fat nose into everything and scaring off the most beautiful blue heron you've ever seen! 

Back to the Bunnies

Taking a litte break from writing to knit a few bunnies for Easter. Here's a special dress order for a lovely woman named Connie. I couldn't resist writing her a little poem to go with it.

Little Connie Bunny,

Is as good as she can be.

Always eats her carrots,

And she wouldn't hurt a flea.

Keeps her room all tidy,

No, she never makes a mess.

All in hopes of wearing,

Such a pretty Easter dress.