The Place With No Name by Matt Zurbo There’s a place you can go once you’re in bed. (Black page.) First the lights have to be out. (Black page.) Then, you have to whisper, three times, so soft you can’t tell if you're awake or asleep; “Bedtime… bedtime… bedtime…” (Bedtime words on black page.) … Continue reading Day 320: The Place With No Name
Author: Matt Zurbo
Day 319: Libby Lip’s Broad Rimmed Hat
Libby Lip's Broad Rimmed Hat by Matt Zurbo Libby Lip found a hat, with a rim, broad and flat! (Little girl skipping, looking at a sunhat with a 15 foot rim, stuck in branches of a tree.) Sure, it was kind of big, but no sun would shine on her lid! (Girl wearing enormously … Continue reading Day 319: Libby Lip’s Broad Rimmed Hat
Day 318: Grandpapa
Grandpapa by Matt Zurbo Hi, this is a story about my Grandpapa. (Cute painting, pref watercolour, of baby, nine months old, playing with building blocks.) We live far ‘Up North’. (Mum and Dad and Baby, tropical bush in the background, with rock-filled river. They are putting Baby into a harness that Dad is wearing.) … Continue reading Day 318: Grandpapa
Day 317: Wombat!
Wombat! by Matt Zurbo If we had to send someone out into space… (Scientists arguing. Rocket being built behind them. Wombat entering frame.) or some-thing… (Line up of creatures in spacesuits. Monkey, dog, cat, hamster, gorilla, donkey. Naked wombat walking past them all.) I’d send a wombat. (Wombat in space suit.) I just couldn’t … Continue reading Day 317: Wombat!
