Good Morning, Ezra Sunshine!

Good Morning, Ezra Sunshine!

by

Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

for your Baby

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Ezra is lying in his little bed under a puffy white blanket, eyes just opening, with warm golden morning light streaming through soft glowing curtains onto his face. He looks cozy and sleepy. In the background, a cozy bedroom with soft golden light pouring through curtains and a stack of colorful books on the floor near the window.

The sun peeks in. Golden light fills the room. Little Ezra opens his eyes. Good morning, Ezra!

Ezra is sitting up in his little bed, arms stretched wide above his head, mouth open in a big yawn, the puffy white blanket pooled around his waist. Golden light bathes him warmly. In the background, the cozy bedroom with glowing curtains and the friendly tree visible just outside the window.

Ezra sits up. He stretches his arms wide, wide, wide! He takes a big yawn. Ahhhhh!

Ezra is standing at the window, one hand touching the windowsill, looking up at the bright round sun with a big smile on his face. The soft curtains glow golden around him. In the background, a blue sky with the bright round sun and the friendly tree with green rustling leaves just outside.

Ezra looks at the window. The sun is bright and round. "Good morning, sun!" says Ezra. The sun shines back. Hello, hello!

Ezra is kneeling on the floor beside the stack of colorful books, hugging his favorite red book close to his chest with both arms, eyes closed and smiling sweetly. In the background, the cozy bedroom with the little bed and the puffy white blanket and warm golden light.

Ezra sees his favorite book. It is red and small. He picks it up. "Good morning, book!" says Ezra. He hugs it tight.

Ezra is leaning on the windowsill, looking out at the big friendly tree with bright green rustling leaves, waving one hand at it. He holds his favorite red book in his other hand. In the background, the blue morning sky and the friendly tree with its full green canopy of leaves.

Ezra looks out the window again. He sees the big, friendly tree. Its green leaves go rustle, rustle, rustle. "Good morning, tree!" says Ezra.

Ezra is sitting cross-legged under the big friendly tree on soft green grass, looking up at the blue sky with a happy smile, his favorite red book resting on his lap. In the background, the cozy bedroom window is visible in the distance, with the soft glowing curtains, and the wide blue sky stretches above.

Ezra goes outside. The grass is soft. The air is warm. He sits under the big, friendly tree. "Good morning, grass!" says Ezra. "Good morning, sky!"

Ezra is sitting under the friendly tree, looking up and waving at a small yellow bird perched on a low branch above him. His favorite red book is open on his lap. In the background, green rustling leaves of the friendly tree and the bright blue morning sky.

A little bird lands on a branch. Tweet, tweet! "Good morning, bird!" says Ezra. The bird sings a happy song. Tweet, tweet, tweet!

Ezra is sitting comfortably under the friendly tree, holding his favorite red book open in front of him, turning a page with one finger, looking down at colorful pictures on the pages. In the background, the trunk of the friendly tree and dappled golden sunlight filtering through green leaves.

Ezra opens his favorite book. He looks at the pictures. He turns the pages. One, two, three! What a lovely morning to read.

Ezra is sitting under the friendly tree, looking surprised with wide eyes and an open mouth, as his favorite red book snaps shut in his hands. Green leaves swirl around him in the playful breeze. In the background, the friendly tree's branches sway and leaves flutter in the whooshing breeze against the blue sky.

Oh no! A playful breeze comes by. Whoooosh! It blows the pages shut. Ezra's place is gone! Where did it go?

Ezra is lying on his tummy under the friendly tree, the favorite red book open flat on the grass in front of him, one hand turning a page carefully, his face focused and searching with one eye squinting playfully. In the background, soft green grass and the wide trunk of the friendly tree with dappled sunlight.

Ezra looks at his book. He peeks inside. He turns a page. Not here. He turns another page. Not here! He turns one more page... and...

Ezra is lying on his tummy under the friendly tree, pointing excitedly at a page in his favorite red book, giggling with his eyes crinkled and a big joyful smile, kicking his feet up behind him. In the background, the friendly tree's green leaves shimmer in the warm golden sunlight and the little yellow bird perches on a branch above.

HERE it is! Ezra found his page! He giggles. Hee hee hee! "Silly breeze," says Ezra. He is so happy.

Ezra is leaning back against the trunk of the friendly tree, legs stretched out on the soft green grass, his favorite red book open in his lap, eyes peaceful and a gentle smile on his face as golden sunlight wraps around him. In the background, the cozy bedroom window in the distance, the bright round sun in the blue sky, and the little yellow bird singing on a branch of the friendly tree.

Ezra snuggles under his tree. The sun is warm. The leaves go rustle, rustle. His book is open. His heart is full. Good morning, beautiful day!

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