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Inventor Garrett Morgan: Champion of Safety!

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Malik came home from school with heaps of homework to do, but he knew the first task he should work on was his assignment for Black History Month. He had to choose and research an African American inventor to write an essay about but had no idea where to start. Writing reports wasn't Malik's favorite thing to do. Still, he thought if he started right away and found someone unique and exciting to learn about, it might help him write a better report.

The Tale of Jemina Puddle-Duck

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THE TALE OF JEMIMA PUDDLE-DUCK What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! —Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle-duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else—"I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty-eight days; and no more have you, Jemima.

The Tale of Flopsy Bunnies

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THE TALE OF THE FLOPSY BUNNIES It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is "soporific." I have never felt sleepy after eating lettuces; but then I am not a rabbit. They certainly had a very soporific effect upon the Flopsy Bunnies! When Benjamin Bunny grew up, he married his Cousin Flopsy.

The Little Red Hen

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The Little Red Hen A Little Red Hen lived in a barnyard. She spent almost all of her time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms. She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call “Chuck-chuck-chuck!” to her chickies. When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit.

The Tale of Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle

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THE TALE OF MRS. TIGGY-WINKLE ONCE upon a time there was a little girl called Lucie, who lived at a farm called Little-town. She was a good little girl—only she was always losing her pocket- handkerchiefs! One day little Lucie came into the farm-yard crying— oh, she did cry so! "I've lost my pocket-handkin! Three handkins and a pinny!