#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 03

#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 03

Day 03 and I’ve met so many amazing Indie Authors. You can join in the celebrations by visiting the main group to see what is happening daily (Over on Facebook) Indie Author Week UK or visit the Festival Page HERE.

We are still doing a couple of different things mainly on our Facebook Page and YouTube Channel. However, we hope to set up daily posts in here for you to peruse at your leisure.

#ShareAStory ‘Woodpecker Grey’ #100WordStory

Woodpecker Grey (Folklore)

A girl who lived on the edge of the forest, loved to dance and party. She often asked her friend the little grey woodpecker, to help her with her make-up. She would get out her paint’s and stroke bright colours across her cheeks. Grey would weave bright ribbons in her hair.

Now Grey was called thus as he had dull feathers. One day when the maid was out dancing, she left a paint brush of red upon the floor. The little bird decided to paint his cheeks and belly. From then onwards he was seen happily flying around the forest.

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Mary, Mary.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

Well we hope you enjoyed that little video. Do join us next time when we will have more rhymes to share that you may well know and can join in with. Please #SpreadTheWord.

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#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 02

#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 02

Day 02 of a week long celebration of Indie Authors. So much happening I do not know what to check out each day. You can join in the celebrations by visiting the main group to see what is happening daily (Over on Facebook) Indie Author Week UK or visit the Festival Page HERE.

We are still doing a couple of different things mainly on our Facebook Page and YouTube Channel. However, we hope to set up daily posts in here for you to peruse at your leisure.

#ShareAStory ‘The Singing River’ #100WordStory

The Singing River (Indian Folktale)

Long ago an Indian maid – Morning Dew would sing as the sun was rising. The Chief of all gods would stop the earth turning to listen to the sweet sound.

The maiden was in love with a brave warrior. However, he was turned into a rainbow trout by the River God for not giving thanks when he sailed upon the river. Morning Dew threw herself in the water to be with him. But the gods turned her into a waterfall.

Now there is silence before the dawn, and the river sings as a rainbow trout swims up the falls.

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One, Two Buckle my Shoe.

One, two, Buckle my shoe;
Three, four, Knock at the door;
Five, six, Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, Lay them straight:
Nine, ten, A big fat hen;
Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve;
Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen, Maids in waiting
Nineteen, twenty, My plate’s empty.

Well we hope you enjoyed that little video. Do join us next time when we will have more rhymes to share that you may well know and can join in with. Please #SpreadTheWord.

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#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 01

#IndieAuthorWeekUK Day 01

Welcome to the firest day of a week long celebration of Indie Authors mainly from the UK but we are very happy to #SpreadTheWord about our global Author friends too. You can join in the celebrations by visiting the main group to see what is happening daily (Over on Facebook) Indie Author Week UK or visit the Festival Page HERE.

Miss Ruby Heart & Ewe-nice.

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We will be doing a couple of different things mainly on our Facebook Page and YouTube Channel. However, we hope to set up daily posts in here for you to peruse at your leisure.

#ShareAStory ‘Little Daisy’ #100WordStory

Little Daisy

In the meadow dancing in the breeze, Lark saw the flower. Heart of gold, silver on her dress. He fell in love.

One day the flower heard a sad song. Lark was in a cage, without water – dying. The children who caught him, dug up the piece of earth where Daisy lived and put it in his cage.

Lark toppled over. The children thought him dead, and ran to find a makeshift coffin leaving the cage open.

With dew upon her petals, Daisy bow low and tipped the liquid to his beak. Lark awoke and escaped taking Daisy with him.

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What are Little Boys Made of?

What are little boys made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails
And puppy-dogs’ tails
That’s what little boys are made of

What are little girls made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
That’s what little girls are made of.

Well we hope you enjoyed that little video. Do join us next time when we will have more rhymes to share that you may well know and can join in with. Please #SpreadTheWord.

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#IndieAuthorWeekUK coming soon

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#IndieAuthorWeekUK

This is a week long celebration of Indie Authors mainly from the UK but we are very happy to #SpreadTheWord about our global Author friends too. You can join in the celebrations by visiting the main group to see what is happening daily (Over on Facebook) Indie Author Week UK or visit the Festival Page HERE.

Miss Ruby Heart & Ewe-nice.

IAW Ruby & Ewe-nice2

We will be doing a couple of different things mainly on our Facebook Page and YouTube Channel. However, we hope to set up daily posts in here for you to peruse at your leisure.

Share a #Nursery Rhyme with Ewe-nice

Crooked Man

There was a crooked man
and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence,
against a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all lived together
in a little crooked house.

Well we hope you enjoyed that little video. Do join us next week when we will have more rhymes to share that you may well know and can join in with. Please #SpreadTheWord.

Thank you for visiting

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