Emperor’s Egg. My Father’s Feet by Judy Sierra. To keep myself up off the ice, I find my father’s feet are nice. I snuggle in his belly fluff. And that’s how I stay warm enough. But when my father takes a walk, My cozy world begins to rock. He shuffles left, I hold on tight.
The baby penguin is flapping his flippers.
The penguins are getting ready to hatch out of the eggs.
The poor kitty was miserable when he had to have a bath.
The penguins loved to slide down the slippery hill.
The penguin waddled past my house.
The clouds are almost touching the horizon in this chilly Antarctic photo.
We are having chicken, mashed potatoes and stir fried vegetables for dinner.
It is important to do your homework every night.
The drive was boring because there was nothing to see.
Does Janie seem to be happy with her new kitten?
Lucy and Mom decided to stay home and bake cookies.