The Stormy Hoot of Secret Woods

The Stormy Hoot of Secret Woods

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Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about Hurricanes

for your Baby

Baby Hurricanes

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Zippy Zapata, a small boy wizard in a star-covered purple robe and a pointy purple hat, stands at the edge of a sandy shore with his bare toes in warm, shimmery blue water, looking out at the bright ocean with wonder. In the background, a wide bright ocean stretches out under a sunny sky with puffy white clouds.

Zippy Zapata stands by the sea. The water is warm and blue. The sun shines down, down, down. "What a pretty day!" says Zippy.

Glimmer Puff, a small sparkly translucent ghost with a round shape, rosy cheeks, and twinkling silver glitter all over her body, floats in the air with a big joyful smile, shimmering in the sunlight. In the background, a warm sandy beach meets soft blue ocean waves under a bright sun.

Look! A sparkly friend floats by. It is Glimmer Puff! She glows and giggles. "Let's go on an adventure!" she says. Zippy claps his hands. Yes, yes, yes!

Zippy Zapata, a small boy wizard in a star-covered purple robe and a pointy purple hat, rides on a soft warm breeze over gentle shimmery blue ocean waves, his robe fluttering, with one hand reaching toward the sparkling water below. In the background, a vast bright ocean under a golden sun with wispy white clouds.

Zippy and Glimmer Puff follow a warm breeze. Whoooosh! It blows over the big, big ocean. The sun heats the water. Feel how warm it is! The water shimmers like glitter.

Tiny shimmering water droplets rise up from the warm blue ocean surface like little sparkling dots, floating upward and gathering together into big, soft, puffy white clouds above. In the background, a gentle watercolor sky in pale blue and peach tones stretches wide.

The warm water starts to rise. Up, up, up! It turns into tiny drops in the air. Can you see? The drops make clouds! Big, puffy, white clouds. "Ooooh!" says Glimmer Puff.

Zippy Zapata, a small boy wizard in a star-covered purple robe and a pointy purple hat, floats in the air and looks up with wide eyes at towering clouds that shift from puffy white at the bottom to dark gray at the top. In the background, a darkening watercolor sky in gray and deep blue tones over the wide ocean.

More warm water rises. More and more clouds grow! They get big. They get tall. They get dark and gray. "That is a LOT of clouds!" says Zippy Zapata.

A giant swirling circle of gray and white clouds spinning slowly over the dark blue ocean, with curving wind lines showing the round-and-round motion, like a huge soft pinwheel in the sky. In the background, a dramatic watercolor sky in swirling grays, blues, and soft peach at the edges.

Now the wind begins to spin. Round and round and round! The clouds spin too. They spin in a big, slow circle. Swirl, swirl, swirl! Can you spin like the wind?

Glimmer Puff, a small sparkly translucent ghost with a round shape, rosy cheeks, and twinkling silver glitter all over her body, floats near the edge of a massive swirling storm of dark gray clouds with strong curving wind lines spiraling inward. In the background, a towering wall of dark swirling clouds over choppy dark blue ocean waves.

The spinning gets faster. WHOOOOSH! The wind blows and blows. The clouds spin into a big, big storm. "It is a hurricane!" says Zippy. A hurricane is a very big wind that is born over warm water.

Zippy Zapata, a small boy wizard in a star-covered purple robe and a pointy purple hat, gently hugs Glimmer Puff, a small sparkly translucent ghost with a round shape, rosy cheeks, and twinkling silver glitter, as wind ruffles his robe. In the background, dark gray swirling clouds approach a distant green shoreline over choppy blue waves.

The big storm moves over the water. It whooshes closer to land. Glimmer Puff shivers. "I am scared!" she says. Zippy holds her close. "It is okay to feel scared," he says softly.

A small cozy stone cottage with a bright red door and two round windows with yellow shutters, sitting sturdy and snug on a green hill, with the red door slightly open showing warm golden light inside. In the background, dark gray swirling storm clouds loom in a watercolor sky above wind-blown trees.

"When a big storm comes, we go inside!" says Zippy. They find a cozy little house. In they go! They close the door. Click! They close the windows. Click, click! Safe inside.

Zippy Zapata, a small boy wizard in a star-covered purple robe and a pointy purple hat, sits on a soft round rug inside the cozy cottage, reading a big picture book by candlelight, with a calm, patient smile. In the background, rain streaks down the round windows and shadows of wind-blown trees sway outside.

The wind howls outside. WHOOOOO! The rain goes pitter-patter, pitter-patter. But inside, Zippy and Glimmer Puff are warm. They wait. They are patient. "We stay inside until the storm is done," says Zippy.

Raindrops dripping slowly from the edge of a bright red door of a small cozy stone cottage, with pale golden sunlight just beginning to peek through thinning gray clouds and falling on wet green grass. In the background, the dark clouds are breaking apart to reveal patches of soft peach and blue sky.

Listen. The wind gets softer. Shhhh. The rain slows down. Drip... drip... drip. Every big storm grows tired. Every big storm slows down. Even a hurricane runs out of whoosh.

Glimmer Puff, a small sparkly translucent ghost with a round shape, rosy cheeks, and twinkling silver glitter all over her body, floats out of the bright red door of the cozy stone cottage into fresh golden sunlight, gazing up at a rainbow arching across a clearing sky. In the background, a peaceful watercolor sky in gentle blues, peach, and gold with the last wisps of gray clouds drifting away over a calm, shimmering ocean in the distance.

Zippy opens the red door. Glimmer Puff peeks out. And there it is — the sun! Warm and golden, coming back again. Puddles shine. The sky turns soft blue and peach. Tomorrow the ocean will be warm and still, and a new little breeze will blow. Where will it go?

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