The Old Car by Elisabeth Borchers, illustrated by Werner Maurer
A giraffe and a camel appeared. This is Julius, said the lion. What a handsome car! cried the giraffe in a clear, fine voice. I’ll say, said the camel, leaning over and lowering her eyes the way camels do when they see something beautiful.
We Take a Saturday Walk/Vamos a Pasear el Sabado by Alex Rider, illustrated by Peter Madden
It is Saturday morning. Leon puts on his coat, and then he goes to wait for his father and his sister, Ann, on the walk in front of his house.
Es sábado por la mañana. León se pone su abrigo, y entonces va a esperar a su papá y su hermana, Ana, en la acera delante de su casa. [pg. 8-9]
We Take a Saturday Walk/Vamos a Pasear el Sabado by Alex Rider, illustrated by Peter Madden
“I like these Saturday trips,” Father says. “What are we going to do today?” “Would you two like to go to the zoo again?” Leon asks. ” Oh Daddy, let’s go,” says Ann. “We haven’t visited the zoo in weeks.”
—Me gustan estos paseos los sábados—dice papá. —¿Qué vamos a hacer hoy?— —¿Le gustaría ir al zoológico de nuevo?—pregunta León. “Ay, si, papá, vamos—dice Ann. —Hace varias semanas que no visitamos el zoológico.—[pg.16-17]
We Take a Saturday Walk/Vamos a Pasear el Sabado by Alex Rider, illustrated by Peter Madden
After they have been in the monkey house awhile, Ann says, “I don’t like the smell in here.” “I don’t like it too much, either,” Father says. “And I mind the noise,” Leon adds. “Let’s go outdoors again to see the big cats.”
Después de permanecer un rato en la casa de los monos, Ann dice:—No me gusta el olor aquí.— —A mí tampoco me gusta mucho— dice papá. —Y a mi me molesta el ruido— añade León. —Vamos afuera de nuevo a ver los gatos grandes felinos.— [pg. 24-25]
Alligator Pie by Dennis Lee, illustrated by Frank Newfeld
When they bring me a plate Full of stuff that I hate, Like spinach and turnips and guck, I sit very straight And I look at the plate And I quietly say to it: “YUCK!” [pg. 32, stanza 1]
Alligator Pie by Dennis Lee, illustrated by Frank Newfeld
I went to play in the park. I didn’t get home until dark. But when I got back I had ants in my pants And my father was feeding the shark. [pg. 47, stanza 1]