Spring, Boing, Boink by Matt Zurbo (Yesterday I did a similar theme of a boy with springs for legs. Sometimes one idea can lead to two stories. There is nothing wrong with trying things.) Cooper O’Donoghue was sick of crowds. (Likeable ratbag, looking up, surlily at emotionless peak-hour crowd.) Then, one day, he found … Continue reading Day 252: Spring, Boing, Boink.
Author: Matt Zurbo
Day 251: Cooper O’Donoghue: The Boy with Spring Feet
Cooper O’Donoghue:The Boy with Spring Feet by Matt Zurbo Cooper O’Donoghue had a wish, as he jumped and hopped about. “Steel springs on my legs please!” he commanded with a big shout! So, in the school woodwork room, blue collar kids didn’t mess around. Using truck parts, cogs, spools, to Cooper's legs spring socks … Continue reading Day 251: Cooper O’Donoghue: The Boy with Spring Feet
Day 250: Dance On the Wind
Dance On the Wind by Matt Zurbo If I could I’d swallow the ocean! And eat the sky! Or eat the ocean… and paint the sky! If I could I’d listen to the Earth! And sing to the storm! I’d stomp down a mountain… and shout out a parade! If I could I’d sigh … Continue reading Day 250: Dance On the Wind
Day 249: Seagull
Seagull by Matt Zurbo Thane’s grandfather was an oyster farmer. Every morning they would go out on the water together. The old man would pull the oyster racks onto his barge, then open four or five shells with his shucking knife, to see if they were ready to sell. Then Thane would get to feed … Continue reading Day 249: Seagull
