In His Moon Boots by Matt Zurbo Everybody talks about the Man In the Moon, but nobody imagines being him! (End of crescent moon has skinny person with crescent moon for a head, lounging chest-down in it, arm dangling lazily over the side.) I think he’s just a kid. A kid who has to … Continue reading Day 304: In His Moon Boots
Author: Matt Zurbo
Day 303: It’s Just a Little Breeze
It's Just a Little Breeze by Matt Zurbo (Kid and wombat walking together on bush track. No background.) It’s just a little breeze. (Kid happy, flying kite. Wombat running alongside.) It’s only a bunch of leaves. (Kid and wombat playing, laughing, in dead leaves.) Pfft. They’re only clouds. (Kid and wombat in hot air balloon, … Continue reading Day 303: It’s Just a Little Breeze
Day 302: The Stick and Rock Collector
The Stick and Rock Collector by Matt Zurbo Toby had a problem, Mum didn’t understand. He was the best collector, in this or any land. (Kid, walking, one foot way out, carrying big pile of sticks and rocks he can barely see over.) Every stick, big or small, was a dinosaur bone to him. … Continue reading Day 302: The Stick and Rock Collector
Day 301: Late!
Late! by Matt Zurbo This day, like most days, Lindy Loo was running late. Sliding just to get through the closing of her gate. (Girl sliding into the street, past parent closing gate, backpack trailing behind, homework in the air.) Once again Lindy, homework only half done, found she’d missed her bus, so had … Continue reading Day 301: Late!
