Bolda and the Windy Mystery

Bolda and the Windy Mystery

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Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about Tornadoes

for your Preschooler

Preschooler Tornadoes Classic Characters

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Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, stands in a wide green meadow with her arms stretched wide, looking up at a bright blue sky. In the background, a cozy stone village with round thatched-roof houses sits at the edge of the green meadow.

Bolda the Bright lived in a cozy stone village at the edge of a wide, green meadow. She was a brave girl Viking who loved to explore. Every morning, she looked up at the big sky and said, "What will you show me today?"

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, holds both hands out—one toward golden sunshine and one toward cool gray clouds—her braid blowing sideways in a gentle breeze. In the background, a wide green meadow stretches out under a sky split between golden sunshine on one side and dark gray storm clouds on the other.

Today the sky was different. One side was warm and sunny. The other side was cool and gray. Bolda felt the warm air on one hand. She felt the cool air on her other hand. "Ooh!" said Bolda. "The warm air and the cold air are coming close together!"

A dramatic sky scene showing swirling golden-orange wisps of warm air rising upward and heavy blue-gray streaks of cold air pushing downward, colliding and beginning to curl into a spinning spiral of wind. In the background, the wide green meadow with tall grass bending and swaying in the swirling wind.

The warm air wanted to go UP, up, up! It rose high into the sky. The cold air was heavy. It pushed DOWN, down, down. When the warm air and cold air bumped together… the wind began to spin! Whoooosh!

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, points at a dark, spinning funnel of wind stretching from thick gray clouds down toward the distant meadow, her braid and tunic whipping in the gusty air. In the background, the dark gray storm clouds swirl above the wide green meadow, with the funnel-shaped tornado touching down far away.

Round and round the wind went. It spun faster and faster. It made a big, twisty shape that reached from the clouds all the way down to the ground. "That is a tornado!" said Bolda. "A spinning, twisty wind!"

A close view of the wide green meadow with tall grass pressed completely flat, swirling leaves and small twigs flying through the air, and a dark spinning funnel of wind in the middle distance under thick, roiling gray storm clouds. In the background, the cozy stone village with round thatched-roof houses under a dark, stormy sky.

The tornado was loud. ROARRR! It sounded like a hundred rumbling drums. The grass in the meadow bent flat. Leaves flew through the air. Bolda's heart beat fast, but she was not scared. She knew just what to do.

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, waves her arm and runs toward the cozy stone village, leading the way with a determined smile. In the background, the dark gray swirling sky looms over the cozy stone village with round thatched-roof houses.

"Come with me!" Bolda called to her friends. "When a tornado comes, we go INSIDE! We go LOW! We find a strong, small room!" Her friends followed her, quick as rabbits. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter went their feet.

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, holds up a glowing lantern at the bottom of narrow stone steps inside a small, sturdy cellar with thick gray stone walls and a low arched ceiling. In the background, wooden barrels and soft wool blankets are tucked against the thick stone walls of the cellar.

Down the stone steps they went, into the sturdy cellar beneath Bolda's family home. The cellar was small and strong, with thick stone walls. It was under the ground, where the wind could not reach. "We are safe down here," said Bolda.

A warm, glowing lantern sits on a wooden barrel, casting golden light across folded soft wool blankets on the stone floor of the small, sturdy cellar with thick gray stone walls and a low arched ceiling. In the background, the narrow stone steps lead up to a heavy wooden door, with faint shadows from the storm beyond.

They huddled together on soft wool blankets. Outside, the wind howled. WHOOOOO! But inside the cellar, they were warm and snug. Bolda said, "Stay away from windows. Stay low. Stay together." And they did.

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, sits cross-legged on soft wool blankets in the cellar, using her hands to show a spinning motion, her face lit by the warm golden glow of the lantern. In the background, thick gray stone walls of the cellar with wooden barrels and the warm glow of the lantern.

Bolda told her friends what she had learned. "Warm air goes up. Cold air pushes down. When they bump, the wind can spin into a tornado!" Her friends' eyes went wide. "Nature is so big and wild!" they said.

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, tilts her head and presses one hand to her ear, listening carefully, standing at the bottom of the narrow stone steps with soft light coming through the heavy wooden door above. In the background, the thick gray stone walls of the cellar with a faint, warm glow from above.

Then… it got quiet. Very, very quiet. The howling stopped. The rumbling stopped. Bolda listened. Drip, drip, drip. Just rain. "The tornado is gone," she whispered. She smiled. "Let's go see."

A bright, beautiful rainbow with bands of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple arches across a clearing sky above the wide green meadow, with sparkling rain puddles dotting the ground and glistening wet grass everywhere. In the background, the cozy stone village with round thatched-roof houses glistens with raindrops under the brightening sky.

They climbed up the stone steps and stepped outside. The air smelled fresh and clean, like wet grass and rain. Puddles sparkled on the ground. And there, stretching across the whole wide sky, was a bright, beautiful rainbow! Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple!

Bolda the Bright, an adventurous girl Viking with a long golden braid, a small silver helmet with tiny wings, a green tunic, brown boots, and a leather satchel, stands at the edge of the wide green meadow gazing up at the brightening sky, her hand resting on her leather satchel, a gentle breeze lifting the ends of her braid. In the background, the bright beautiful rainbow fades softly above the cozy stone village with round thatched-roof houses under a golden, clearing sky.

Bolda took a deep breath of the sweet, fresh air. The meadow was still green. The sky was getting bright again. There was so much more to learn about the big, wild world. "What will you show me tomorrow?" Bolda asked the sky. And somewhere far away, the wind whispered back.

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