We love contests!
We hold them all the time on our Facebook page
We are toying with the idea of an art contest.
(But havent figured out how to pull it off...yet)
But here's another animal advocate group that had a fun poetry contest, for school age children.
We thought it would be nice to share the results with you.
Creative kids rock!
Here is where you go for todays smile!
We love the worlds animal lovers.
What'd you think? Should we have an art contest?!
Would you enter?
We'd love to hear from you!!
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Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Monday, November 4, 2013
Friday, November 1, 2013
"Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit!!"
I learned something new today!
Did you know that on the first day of every month there is a commonly practiced superstition, especially in England, of repeating the words rabbit, rabbit, rabbit before even getting out of bed!!!??? Doing so is believed to ensure good luck for the person who does so.
The exact origin of the superstition is unknown, though it was recorded as being said by children in 1909.It appeared in a work of fiction in 1922: "Why," the man in the brown hat laughed at him, "I thought everybody knew 'Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.' If you say 'Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit'—three times, just like that—first thing in the morning on the first of the month, even before you say your prayers, you'll get a present before the end of the month."
Today it has spread to many English-speaking countries and in the United States the tradition is common in New England, in particular in Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Vermont, although, like all folklore, determining its exact area of distribution is difficult.
The superstition may be related to the broader belief in the rabbit or hare being a "lucky" animal, as exhibited in the practice of carrying a rabbit's foot for luck.
Rabbits have not always been thought of as lucky, however. In the 19th century, for example, fishermen would not say the word while at sea, and in South Devon to see a white rabbit in one's village when a person was very ill was regarded as a sure sign that the person would die.
credit to Wikipedia
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Happy Birthday Beatrix Potter!
July 28,- Today is the Beatrix Potter’s birthday – Many admire Beatrix Potter because even though she was the creator of wonderfully illustrated children’s stories, she was talented in many other ways. Despite growing up as a daughter in a Victorian era family she was an artist and writer, and known as a gifted natural scientist and botanical illustrator. In her later years she bought farmlands and became a sheep expert. She was also a conservationist and left her lands in a national trust.
But most of all Beatrix loved animals and the 'real' Peter Rabbit who was a Belgian buck rabbit she called Peter Piper. She said of Peter that he was 'bought at a very tender age, in the Uxbridge Road, Shepherd's Bush, for the exorbitant sum of 4/6'. This little rabbit she called her 'affectionate companion' gave his first name to one of the world's best-loved fictional characters.
for more on Beatrix!
here too!
Friday, March 29, 2013
Patience
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
I'll only take a nibble
From the tip of your ear
And one bite from the other side
So that you won't look queer.
Yum, your'e so delicious!
I didn't mean to eat
Your chocolate tail till Tuesday.
Ooops! There go your feet!
I wonder how your back tastes
With all that chocolate hair.
I never thought your tummy
Was only filled with air!
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I'm saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
Bobbie Katz
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
A Rabbit Parable
In Wildwood, a socially eminent Rabbit,
Of dignity, substance and girth,
Had chosen a suitable hole to inhabit–
An excellent burrow of earth.
When up came a Woodchuck, a genuine Groundhog,
Who wanted the place for his lair;
The Rabbit, impressed by a seventeen-pound Hog,
Abruptly departed from there.
But shortly thereafter a virtuous Badger
Slid down from the neighbouring shelf;
The Woodchuck he slew as a robber and a cadger,
Bequeathing the hole to himself.
A Fox who believed in the law of requital
Appeared through the bordering fern;
He questioned the Badger’s Manorial title
Demanding the burrow in turn.
A battle ensued in a terrible smother,
Affrighting the hardiest soul;
The Fox and the Badger abolished each other,
The Rabbit returned to his hole.
So here is appended the mildest of morals,
Accept it for what it is worth:
“When all the Haughty are killed in their quarrels
The Meek shall inherit the earth.”
Arthur Guiterman
Thursday, February 28, 2013
My Rabbit Habit
I have a rabbit habit.
I collect them constantly.
I hardly dare go shopping
in case there's one I see.
I love all bunny statues
made of pewter, wood or glass,
and rabbit-patterned kitchenware
with bunny demitasse...
I like to cuddle bunny toys
stuffed and fluffed with fur,
and even rabbit lingerie
holds quite a strong allure.
I favor rabbit ornaments
to hang around my home.
I've wondered if there's
such a thing as bunny
shaving foam...
If someone were to ask me
to a genuine masked ball,
I'd go as Br'er or Velveteen--
no contest, none at all!
OOOOOh, I have to have my bunnies.
It's a rabid habit, see?
You haven't heard the half of it.
Help me -- rabbitly!
Cheryl Hawkinson
art-daria lvovsky
Monday, February 18, 2013
What Is It ?
Tall ears,
Twinkly nose,
Tiny tail,
And -- hop, he goes!
What _is_ he --
Can you guess?
I feed him carrots
And watercress.
His ears are long,
His tail is small --
And he doesn't make any
Noise at all!
Tall ears,
Twinkly nose,
Tiny tail,
And -- hop, he goes!
Marie Louise Allen
Thursday, February 7, 2013
The Bunny Boom
Bunnies all around us,
Bunnies so cute,
Everybunny wearin'
A little bunny suit.
Bunnies on the rooftop,
Bunnies on the fence,
Pretty bunny ladies,
Happy bunny gents.
Bunnies in the bushes,
Bunnies up a tree,
Bunnies in the living room,
Watchin' TV...
Bunnies in the bathtub,
What a frisky bunch,
Bunnies in the kitchen,
Fixing bunny lunch.
Bunnies in the basement,
Bunnies in their jammies,
Saying bunny prayers.
Thoughtful little bunnies
Painting Easter eggs,
Rowdy Little bunnies,
Tapping bunny kegs...
Bunnies by the busload,
Bunnies by the dozens,
Chasing bunny playmates,
Kissing bunny cousins.
Bunnies all around us,
What a funny view --
Last spring I remember
All we had were two!
Ed Cunningham
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Sweet Little Bunny
I awakened with a feeling
that the day would not go well.
It seemed that I was out of sync,
and things just wouldn't jell.
I looked outside my window
and, cute as he could be,
sat the sweetest little bunny,
who was looking back at me...
He cocked his furry head
and looked, as if about to say,
“I'm hear to cheer you up,
to help you have a happy day!”
I forgot my moody feelings
as I looked him in the eye
and said,“Hey, little rabbit --
thanks so much for stopping by!”
Glenda Allen
Thursday, January 17, 2013
The Bunny
Consider the bunny-
God's cockeyed creation
patently purposed
for pure decoration!
Fed up with all of that
firmament stuff,
He got“Sixth-Day Sillies”
and whipped up this fluff...
Majestical beasts?
Pah! Enough of their pride,
Creation was good --
but, well, too dignified!
So God took some whiskers
and cut them too long,
Set the eyes wide
and aimed them all wrong,
Stretched out the ears
to amazing extent,
Then put them on
like no ears ever went,
Stuck an itch-twitch
at one end of the thing,
and gave the other
a comical spring!
Gave it no sense of direction,
and then,
Just for fun, gave it
the nerves of a wren!
Looking for grace?
Try the nimble giraffe...
God made this creature
to bring us a laugh!
When it was done,
God saw it was funny--
And when Adam
stopped chuckling,
he called it a bunny!
Ellen Brenneman
Friday, January 4, 2013
A Make Believe
All is welcome to my crunching,
Finding, grinding,
Milling, munching,
Gobbling, lunching,
Fore-toothed, three-lipped mouth--
Eating side way, round way, flat way,
Eating this way, eating that way,
Every way at once!
George MacDonald
art-Ester Garcia 2
Monday, December 31, 2012
The Names of Rabbits
The wall-eyed one, the looker to the side,
And also the hedge-frisker,
The stag of the stubble, long-eared
The animal of the stubble, the springer
The wild animal, the jumper,
The short animal, the lurker
The swift-as-wind, the skulker,
The shagger, the squatter in the hedge,
The dew-beater, the dew hopper,
The sitter on its form, the hopper in the grass,
The fidgety-footed one, the sitter on the ground,
The light-foot, the sitter in the bracken,
The stag of the cabbages, the cropper of herbage,
The low creeper, the sitter-still,
The small-tailed one, the one who turns to the hills.
Anonymous
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
The Rabbit’s Song Outside the Tavern
We, who play under the pines,
We, who dance in the snow
That shines blue in the light of the moon,
Sometimes halt as we go-
Stand with our ears erect,
Our noses testing the air,
To gaze at the golden world
Behind the windows there.
Suns they have in a cave,
Stars, each on a tall white stem,
And the thought of a fox or an owl
Seems never to trouble them.
They laugh and eat and are warm,
Their food is ready at hand,
While hungry out in the cold
We little rabbits stand.
But they never dance as we dance!
They haven't the speed nor the grace.
We scorn both the dog and the cat
Who lie by their fireplace.
We scorn them licking their paws
Their eyes on an upraised spoon-
We who dance hungry and wild
Under a winter's moon.
Elizabeth Coatsworth
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The White Rabbit
He is white as Helvellyn when winter is well in;
His whiskers are mobile and tender.
If it weren’t for the greed that compels him to feed
Without ceasing, his form would be slender.
With elegant hops he crushes or crops
All the flowers that bloom in the garden;
Yet such is the grace that suffuses his face,
He wins, without asking, our pardon.
The Sun, who rides heaven from Dover to Devon
Inspecting furred folks and their habits,
Breaks out into poesy: “What summer snow is he
Made of, this pearl among rabbits ?”
And at night on the lawn as he waits for the dawn,
Rapt in drems of a rabbit’s perfection,
The moon in her stride sweeps the cloudsets aside
To rejoice in his silver reflection
E. V. Rieu
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
The Rabbit
When they said the time to hide was mine,
I hid behind a thick grapevine.
And while I was still for the time to pass,
A little gray thing came out of the grass.
He hopped his way through the melon bed
And sat down close by a cabbage head.
He sat down close where I could see,
And his big still eyes looked hard at me,
His big eyes bursting out of the rim,
And I looked back very hard at him.
Elizabeth Madox Roberts
art-John Burningham
Thursday, November 8, 2012
All Things that Love the Sun
(from Resolution and Independence)
All things that love the sun are out of doors;
The sky rejoices in the morning’s birth;
The grass is bright with rain drops; - on the moors
The hare is running races in her mirth;
And with her feet she from the plashy earth
Raises a mist, that glittering in the sun,
Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run
William Wordworth
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
The Tortoise and the Hare
Rushing is useless; one has to leave on time. To such
Truth witness is given by the Tortoise and the Hare.
“Let’s make a bet,”the former once said,“that you won’t touch
That line as soon as I.”“As soon? Are you all there,
Neighbor?”said the rapid beast.
“You need a purge: four grains at least
Of hellebore, you’re now so far gone.”
“All there or not, the bet’s still on.”
So it was done; the wagers of the two
Were placed at the finish, in view.
It doesn’t matter what was down at stake,
Nor who was the judge that they got.
Our Hare had, at most, four steps or so to take.
I mean the kind he takes when, on the verge of being caught,
He outruns dogs sent to the calends for their pains,
Making them run all over the plains.
Having, I say, time to spare, sleep, browse around,
Listen to where the wind was bound,
He let the Tortoise leave the starting place
In stately steps, wide-spaced.
Straining, she commenced the race:
Going slow was how she made haste.
He, meanwhile, thought such a win derogatory,
Judged the bet to be devoid of glory,
Believed his honor was all based
On leaving late. He browsed, lolled like a king, Amused himself with everything
But the bet. When at last he took a look,
Saw that she’d almost arrived at the end of the course,
He shot off like a bolt. But all of the leaps he took
Were in vain; the Tortoise was first perforce.
“Well, now!”she cried out to him.“Was I wrong?
What good is all your speed to you?
The winner is me! And how would you do
If you also carried a house along?”
Jean de la Fontaine
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Old Molly Hare
“Old Molly Hare, what you doin’ there?
“Runnin through the cotton patch hard as I can tear. ”
“Bru’r Rabbit, Bru’r Rabbit, what makes your ears so long ? ”
“Cause, by God, they’re put on wrong. ”
“Bru’r Rabbit, Bru’r Rabbit, what makes you look so shy ? ”
“Cause, my Lord, I don^t want to die. ”
Bru’r Rabbit, Bru’r Rabbit, what makes you look so thin ? ”
“Cause, by God, I’m burning the wind.“
“Bru’r Rabbit, Bru’r Rabbit, what makes your tail so white ? ”
“Cause, by God, I’m going out of sight. ”
American Folk Song
by-Gary Anderson Full Moon
Monday, October 1, 2012
The Hare
In the black furrow of a field
I saw an old witch-hare this night;
And she cocked a lissome ear,
And she eyed the moon so bright,
And she nibbled o' the green;
And I whispered“Whsst! witch-hare”,
Away like a ghostie o'er the field
She fled, and left the moonlight there.
Walter de la Mare
Sunday, September 23, 2012
You have heard how Glooscap came to rule over the Wabanaki and how he made the animals, and how at first some of them were treacherous and disobedient. In time, however, he gave posts of honor to those whom he could trust, and they were proud to be Glooscap's servants. Two dogs became his watchmen, and the loon his messenger and tale-bearer. And, because the rabbit had the kindest heart of all the animals in the forest, Glooscap made Ableegumooch his forest guide.
Now in those days Ableegumooch the Rabbit was a very different animal than he is today. His body was large and round, his legs were straight and even, and he had a long bushy tail. He could run and walk like other animals, not with a hop-hop-hop as he does today.
One day in springtime, when the woods were carpeted with star flowers and lilies-of-the-valley, and the ferns were waist-high, Ableegumooch lay resting beside a fallen log. Hearing a rustle on the path, he peered around his log to see who was coming. It was Uskool the Fisher, a large animal of the weasel tribe, and he was weeping.
"What is the matter with him," wondered the rabbit, who was inquisitive as well as soft-hearted. He popped his head up over the log and Uskool nearly jumped out of his fur with surprise. "It's only me--Ableegumooch," said the rabbit. "Do you mind telling me why you are crying?"
"Oh, greetings, Ableegumooch," sighed Uskool, when he had recovered from his fright. "I'm going to my wedding."
"And that makes you cry?" asked the astonished rabbit.
"Of course not," said Uskool. "I've lost my way, that's the trouble."
"Well, just take your time," said the rabbit sensibly, "and you'll soon find it again."
"But I have no time to spare," groaned the fisher. "My future father-in-law has sworn that if I do not arrive for the wedding by sunset today, he will marry his daughter to Kakakooch the Crow. And, look, already the sun is low in the sky!"
"In that case," said Ableegumooch, "I'd better show you the way. Where are you going?"
"To a village called Wilnech," said Uskool eagerly, "near the bend in the river!"
"I know it well," said the rabbit. "Just follow me."
"Thanks, Ableegumooch," cried the happy fisher. "Now I shall be sure to arrive in time."
So off they went on their journey. Uskool, who was not very quick on the ground, being more accustomed to travel in the trees, moved slowly.
"You go ahead," he told the impatient rabbit, "and I'll follow as fast as I can."
So Ableegumooch ran ahead, and sometimes all Uskool could see of him was his long bushy tail whisking through the trees. So it was that Uskool, looking far ahead and not watching where he stepped, fell suddenly headfirst into a deep pit.
His cries soon brought Ableegumooch running back, and seeing the fisher's trouble, he cried out cheerfully, "Never mind. I'll get you out."
He let his long tail hang down inside the pit.
"Catch hold, and hang on tight, while I pull."
Uskool held on to the rabbit's tail, and Ableegumooch strained mightily to haul him up. Alas, the weight of the fisher was too great. With a loud snap, the rabbit's tail broke off short, within an inch of the root, and there was poor Ableegumooch with hardly any tail at all!
Now you would think that this might have discouraged the rabbit from helping Uskool, but not so. When Ableegumooch made up his mind to do something for somebody, he did it. Holding on to a stout tree with his front paws, he lowered his hinder part into the pit.
"Take hold of my legs," he cried, "and hang on tight. I'll soon pull you out."
Ableegumooch pulled and he pulled until his waist was drawn out thin, and he could feel his hind legs stretching and stretching-- and soon he feared he might lose them too. But at last, just as he thought he must give up, the fisher's head rose above the edge of the pit and he scrambled to safety.
"Well!" said the rabbit as he sat down to catch his breath. "My waist isn't so round as it was, and my hind legs seem a good bit longer than they were. I believe it will make walking rather difficult."
And sure enough, it did. When the rabbit tried to walk, he tumbled head over heels. Finally, to get along at all, he had to hop.
"Oh, well," said the rabbit, "hopping is better than nothing," and after a little practice, he found he could hop quite fast. And so they hurried on through the forest.
At last, just before the sun touched the rim of the trees, they arrived at the bride's village. All the fishers were gathered, waiting, and they smiled and cheered at sight of Uskool and his guide--all but Kakakooch the Crow, who was far from glad to see them! In fact, as soon as he saw Uskool take the bride's hand, he flew out of the village in a temper, and never came back again. But nobody cared about him.
Ableegumooch was the most welcome guest at the wedding when Uskool told the other fishers what he had done. All was feasting and merriment, and the rabbit danced with the bride so hard she fell into a bramble bush and tore her gown. She was in a dreadful state when she found she was not fit to be seen in company, and ran to hide behind a tree. The rabbit was terribly sorry and wanted to help her, so he hopped away to get a caribou skin he had seen drying in the sun, and made a new dress out of it for the bride.
"You must have a fine girdle to go with it," said he, and he cut a thin strip off the end of the skin. Then he put one end of the strip in his mouth and held the other end with his front paws, twisting the strip into a fancy cord. He twisted and twisted, and he twisted it so hard the cord snapped out of his teeth and split his upper lip right up to his nose! And now you see why it is that rabbits are hare lipped!
"Never mind," said Ableegumooch, when the bride wept at his mishap, "it can't be helped," and he gave her the cord just as it was, to tie around her waist.
"Wait right here," said the bride, and she ran off. In a moment she was back, carrying a lovely white fur coat.
"This is for you," she said shyly. "It is the color of the snow, so if you wear it in winter, your enemies will not be able to see you."
Ableegumooch was delighted with his present and promised not to put it on till the snow came, as his brown coat would hide him better in summer. The wedding was over now, and he said good-bye to Uskool and the bride, and started for home.
Now it happened that before he had gone far, he came to a small pool in the woods, so smooth it was like a mirror. Looking into it, the rabbit saw himself for the first time since his accidents, and was aghast. Was this he--this creature with the split lip, the hind legs stretched out of shape, and a tail like a blob of down?
"Oh dear, oh dear," sobbed Ableegumooch, "how can I face my friends looking like this?" Then, in his misery, he remembered Glooscap, his Master. "O Master! See what has happened to your poor guide. I'm not fit to be seen any more, except to laugh at. Please put me back to my former shape."
High up on Blomidon, Glooscap heard the rabbit and came striding down from his lodge to see what was wrong. When he saw poor Ableegumooch, all out of shape, he had all he could do to keep from laughing, though of course he kept a sober face so as not to hurt the rabbit's feelings.
"Come now," he said, "things may not be as bad as you think. You know how fond you are of clover, Ableegumooch?"
The rabbit nodded piteously.
"And you know how hard it is to find. Well, with that long cleft in your lip, you will be able to smell clover even when it is miles away!"
"That's good," said the rabbit, cheering up a little, "but it's very uncomfortable having to hop everywhere I go."
"Perhaps, for a time," said Glooscap, "but have you noticed how much faster you hop than you used to run?"
The rabbit did a little hop, and a jump or two, just to see.
"Why I believe you're right!" he cried, but then his face fell again. "But my tail, Master! I mind that most of all. I was so proud of it."
"It was certainly a handsome tail," admitted the Great Chief, "but recall how it used to catch in thorns and brambles."
"That's true!" cried the rabbit, excitedly, "and it was very awkward when Wokwes the Fox was chasing me! Now I can slip through the narrowest places with no trouble at all!" And he laughed with delight. "Why--with my new legs, my cleft lip, and without my long tiresome tail, I'm a better rabbit than I was before!"
"So you are!" said Glooscap, and at last he was able to laugh. When Glooscap laughs heartily, the land shakes and the trees bend over, so the rabbit had to hold on tightly to a tree to keep from being knocked over. "So you are indeed!" laughed Glooscap.
And that is why the rabbit and the rabbit's children, and his children's children have had, ever since that day, a little white scut of a tail, a cleft lip, and long hind legs on which they can hop all day and never tire. And since then, too, in winter, rabbits wear white coats.
And thus, kespeadooksit--the story ends.
Native American story found HERE
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