"I want to find the rang" picture book story PPT

"I want to find the rang" picture book story PPT

That night the chickens in the chicken coop were agitated like a group of fleas. Carmelite, chubby piers, little thorns, soft ears and other partners haunted. And the small card door and her partners are quietly, obediently sitting there. The moment of excitement is that all the chicks are staring at the door.

Because today is Monday!

And on Monday there will be:

"Good evening, chicks!"

"Good evening, the story of grandfather!" Chicks scrambling to say.

Story grandfather just sit down, chicks are closed his mouth, quiet can hear the sound of feathers landing. Monday to tell the story of the time to it!

"Well!"

Story grandfather cleared his throat, began to read the magic spell:

"Empty special ... ... air Germany ... ... empty ... ... air up! Big, small are erect ears it

Empty special ... ... Germany Germany ... ... air ... ... air up! My magical pocket opens.

The story is about to start. The The "

The chicks listened to the legend of the fox. The The

Followed by Ulysses. The The

Cyclops' story. The The

And they heard a hundred times will not be tired of the "golden eggs" story.

Time is so fast. Everyone wants to stay forever in this beautiful time, however. The The

"It 's time to close the magical pocket! Come here tonight."

"Ah, so soon!" The chicks protested. The The

Carmen and Carmelo rushed forward: "to you, this is our painting."

"Thank you, my chicks," said the grandfather, "I am going to go now, and I have to go to the chicken coop on the top of the hill."

"Goodbye, the story of grandpa!"

"Next Monday, be sure to come again!" Cried Carmelo.

The chicks were disappointed to be ready to sleep.

"Hey, look, the story grandfather forgot to take his cheese pocket," cried Carmen.

"What are you eating, Berio?" Asked Carmelo.

"Uh-huh!" Little sheep answered some uncomfortably.

"A piece of cheese with a good goat ... ... I really can not help it!" Bellio confessed.

Pale moonlight, the story of grandfather walked marching and heavy footsteps gradually away. He gasped, the joint Kaka sound, he has to go fast.

"How am I getting old!" He lamented, "I can not bear the rush between the chicken coop, and I have been exhausted."

He had a pessimistic idea: "If I am gone, who will tell the children about the story?"