GIFTS!
Click below for YOUR Fortune-Telling Anybodies Cootie Catcher AND, below that, a set of folding directions! (Can't forget the directions!) PLUS, look out for the Anybodies Door Hanger and a signed inscription that you can print and insert into your copies of The Anybodies and The Nobodies.
For your Fortune-Telling Anybodies Cootie Catcher, click here and print!
For directions on how to fold your Anybodies Cootie Catcher, click here!
For your Anybodies Door-Hanger, click here!
For a signed inscription for your book, click here!
Cruise to the bottom of the page for an excerpt from the Miranda Goldie story!
To get N.E. Bode in your classroom and to get a Message-in-a-Bottle Young Writer's Kit for your class, you must insist that your teacher find a computer, navigate to this website and click on TEACHERS/LIBRARIANS. For a sneak peek, click here.
For more WILD WRITING RAMPAGE exercises, click here.
To host an ANYBODY PARTY complete with GAMES, click here.
To get a signed bookplate sticker made out and mailed to you (a freebie!) to put in your copy of The Anybodies and/or The Nobodies, click here.
A Summary of the Beginning of a Story from The Message-in-a-Bottle Young Writer's Kit:
While Miranda Goldie’s grandmother snores like a child’s toy train – puff, puff, whistle, puff, puff, whistle – she takes her pug-dog outside for a walk. The pug-dog slips from its leash while Miranda is distracted by a cloud in the shape of her own head. The pug-dog runs after the cat belonging to the mean neighbor, Mrs. Hornsblount who scolds Miranda and her pug-dog and rushes inside. “I will get you!” she shouts. But as she rushes off, she drops a key. A gold key on a long ribbon. Miranda tries to return the key, but Mrs. Hornsblount only tells her to go away! On the long ribbon tied to the key, there is a phrase: key to the missing. Key to the missing? The missing what? Miranda asks herself. She’s determined to find out.
The Opening of the First Scene of that Story:
Miranda Goldie’s grandmother’s house was situated on a golf course – by the greens of hole ten, to be exact, five feet from a sand trap. It was a small house with a sagging roof line, chipped trim, and boarded-up windows. The windows were boarded-up because the golfers weren’t always very good – especially those who landed in the sand trap. And Miranda’s grandmother was tired of golf balls crashing through her panes and rattling wildly around her house. A golf ball had once struck the rump of her pug-dog who had a ripe bruise for a week. It wouldn’t do.
Now, I don’t know if you’ve done much golfing, but there aren’t usually any houses on golf courses – no, no, only the bright, tightly mown greens, the holes with their tall flags swaggering in the wind, a few trees sometimes, a pond with a fountain, and, drawn to the pond, wild geese and their droppings. And the golfers themselves, wearing loud pants, and often bipping around in white motorized carts.
