{"product_id":"daisy-dawson-is-on-her-way-isbn-9780763642945","title":"Daisy Dawson Is on Her Way!","description":"\u003cb\u003e\"This charmer, long on whimsy and adventure, is sure to appeal to newly independent and reluctant readers.\" — \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eEven though Daisy Dawson is late for school — again — she can’t help but stop to free a butterfly trapped in a web. And when she does, something amazing happens! Now Daisy can understand everything animals say, from the farm dog, Boom, to the classroom gerbils, to a singing-and dancing ant. And it’s a lucky thing, too: when Boom goes missing, Daisy conspires with a horse and squirrel to come to the rescue. With sweet black-and-white illustrations, here is a story sure to enchant young animal lovers everywhere.\"Daisy, don't dawdle!\" called her mother  as Daisy Dawson ambled out into the   sunshine and stopped to pick up a worm   that was stranded on the path. \"Miss Frink   said you were late three times last week!\"     \u003cbr\u003eDaisy smiled to herself as the worm   wriggled in her hand.     \u003cbr\u003eLate three times.     \u003cbr\u003eThat meant she had actually been on time   twice.     \u003cbr\u003eNot too bad.     \u003cbr\u003eShe tipped the worm into the flower bed   and watched it burrow through the crumbly   earth. Then she stood up, hitched her   backpack over her shoulder, and skipped   down the garden path.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Don't worry, Mom,\" she said, dusting her   hands together and swinging around the   gatepost. \"Daisy Dawson is on her way!\"     \u003cbr\u003eThe day was warm, and the sky was china   blue. Bees buzzed among the foxgloves, and   Daisy wandered down the lane, humming a   little tune to herself.     \u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, from the corner of her eye, she   caught sight of a beautiful yellow butterfly   stuck in a spider's web. As she   crouched down to take a closer   look, a black spider emerged   from beneath a leaf and   began crawling across the   web toward it.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, no, you don't!\" said Daisy,   cupping her hand protectively   around the struggling insect. As the   spider scuttled back to its hiding   place, Daisy scooped the butterfly   out of the web and carefully pulled   some sticky strands from its wings.     \u003cbr\u003e\"There you go,\" she said. \"Back in the   world again.\"     \u003cbr\u003eThen she smiled and opened her palms   toward the sky.     \u003cbr\u003eThe butterfly was still for a few moments.   Then, very slowly, it spread its wings and   fluttered gracefully up into the air. Daisy   shielded her eyes against the sun and   blinked as the butterfly swooped low past   her face, brushing her cheek gently with the   tip of its wing. Then it rose once more into   the warm air and flew high into the treetops,   growing smaller and smaller until finally it   was lost from sight.     \u003cbr\u003eAs Daisy watched it fly   away, her cheek began to   tingle as though something   was sparkling beneath   her skin. She touched   a hand to her face,   and a delicious warm   feeling fizzed along   her fingers, tumbling   like a wave through   her whole   body until it reached all the way   down to the tips of her toes.     \u003cbr\u003e\"That's strange,\" she whispered.     \u003cbr\u003eJust then, somewhere among the white   blossoms of an apple tree, a blackbird began   to sing. Its sweet music floated down   through the spring sky and, to her   astonishment, Daisy realized that she could   understand exactly what the blackbird was   singing about. The notes spun softly around   her like strands of silk, weaving a song about   clouds and apples, sunshine and stars.   Daisy gasped in surprise and shook her   head.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Now don't be silly, Daisy,\" she told   herself. \"Pull yourself together. Birds can't   talk.\"     \u003cbr\u003eIt was then that she remembered where   she was supposed to be. Only yesterday,     \u003cbr\u003eMiss Frink had told her not to   be late again.   Pulling up her backpack,   she twirled around and   wandered slowly onward   toward school. Across the meadow,   she could see the white mare tugging at   tufts of grass in the shade of the beech tree.   Daisy leaned on the gate and peered into the   shadows of the tumbledown barn, trying to   see if the old stray dog was around. She   liked to share a bit of her lunch with him on   the way to school. Ham sandwiches were   his favorite, and she had made an extra one   just in case.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Rover?\" she called, opening up her lunch   box. \"Rover, come and see what I've got for   you!\"     \u003cbr\u003eA large, grumpy-looking bloodhound   stuck his head through a hole in the bricks,   blinking and sneezing in the bright sunlight.     \u003cbr\u003eHis fur was the color of sandstone, and his   serious brown eyes stared out from folds of   baggy skin that hung down around his face.   As he padded toward her, his long floppy   ears swung back and forth, flapping up dust   from the dry ground.   When he reached the gate, he stopped and   looked at her expectantly.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Good morning,\" he said in a deep,   gravelly voice. \"What's on the menu today?\"     \u003cbr\u003eDaisy was so shocked that she dropped   her lunch box and put a hand up to her   mouth.     \u003cbr\u003eThis cannot be happening , she   thought. She shut her eyes   tightly for a moment or   two, then opened   them again.   The dog was   still there, looking   straight at her.     \u003cbr\u003e\"Ex-excuse me,\" Daisy said uncertainly,   still unable to believe her ears, \"but did you   say something to me?\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"Of course,\" replied the dog. \"It would   have been rude not to.\" He paused for a   moment as if deep in thought, then said   slowly, \"Wait a minute Do you actually understand what I'm saying to you?\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" replied Daisy. \"I think I do.\"   The dog made a noise somewhere   between a bark and a laugh.     \u003cbr\u003e\"This,\" he said, \"is amazing!\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"But you understand me as well,\" said   Daisy. \"So that's pretty amazing too.\"     \u003cbr\u003eThe dog cocked his head to one side.   \"Dogs always understand what humans   say,\" he replied.     \u003cbr\u003e\"No, they don't,\" said Daisy. \"Take my   aunt Kathy's dog. He never does anything   she tells him.\"   The dog's brow crinkled like a little   plowed field.     \u003cbr\u003e\"That doesn't mean he doesn't understand   her,\" he said. \"He probably just doesn't want   to do it.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"Oh,\" said Daisy thoughtfully. \"I see what   you mean.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"There you go, then,\" said the dog.   There was silence for a moment while the   two of them thought about this. Then the   dog said, \"My name's not Rover, by the way.   It's Boom.\" Seeing the puzzled look on   Daisy's face, he added, \"I was born on the   Fourth of July, you see.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"Really?\" Daisy said, smiling. \"That must   have been a shock for you.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\"It was,\" agreed Boom. \"The firstSteve Voake was a teacher before becoming a full-time writer. This is his first book with Candlewick Press. He lives in Somerset, England.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJessica Meserve is a designer and children’s book illustrator. She lives in Canada.\"Daisy, don't dawdle!\" called her mother  as Daisy Dawson ambled out into the   sunshine and stopped to pick up a worm   that was stranded on the path. \"Miss Frink   said you were late three times last week!\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDaisy smiled to herself as the worm   wriggled in her hand.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLate three times.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat meant she had actually been on time   twice.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot too bad.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tipped the worm into the flower bed   and watched it burrow through the crumbly   earth. Then she stood up, hitched her   backpack over her shoulder, and skipped   down the garden path.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't worry, Mom,\" she said, dusting her   hands together and swinging around the   gatepost. \"Daisy Dawson is on her way!\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe day was warm, and the sky was china   blue. Bees buzzed among the foxgloves, and   Daisy wandered down the lane, humming a   little tune to herself.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSuddenly, from the corner of her eye, she   caught sight of a beautiful yellow butterfly   stuck in a spider's web. As she   crouched down to take a closer   look, a black spider emerged   from beneath a leaf and   began crawling across the   web toward it.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, no, you don't!\" said Daisy,   cupping her hand protectively   around the struggling insect. As the   spider scuttled back to its hiding   place, Daisy scooped the butterfly   out of the web and carefully pulled   some sticky strands from its wings.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There you go,\" she said. \"Back in the   world again.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen she smiled and opened her palms   toward the sky.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe butterfly was still for a few moments.   Then, very slowly, it spread its wings and   fluttered gracefully up into the air. Daisy   shielded her eyes against the sun and   blinked as the butterfly swooped low past   her face, brushing her cheek gently with the   tip of its wing. Then it rose once more into   the warm air and flew high into the treetops,   growing smaller and smaller until finally it   was lost from sight.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Daisy watched it fly   away, her cheek began to   tingle as though something   was sparkling beneath   her skin. She touched   a hand to her face,   and a delicious warm   feeling fizzed along   her fingers, tumbling   like a wave through   her whole   body until it reached all the way   down to the tips of her toes.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's strange,\" she whispered.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJust then, somewhere among the white   blossoms of an apple tree, a blackbird began   to sing. Its sweet music floated down   through the spring sky and, to her   astonishment, Daisy realized that she could   understand exactly what the blackbird was   singing about. The notes spun softly around   her like strands of silk, weaving a song about   clouds and apples, sunshine and stars.   Daisy gasped in surprise and shook her   head.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Now don't be silly, Daisy,\" she told   herself. \"Pull yourself together. Birds can't   talk.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was then that she remembered where   she was supposed to be. Only yesterday,     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMiss Frink had told her not to   be late again.   Pulling up her backpack,   she twirled around and   wandered slowly onward   toward school. Across the meadow,   she could see the white mare tugging at   tufts of grass in the shade of the beech tree.   Daisy leaned on the gate and peered into the   shadows of the tumbledown barn, trying to   see if the old stray dog was around. She   liked to share a bit of her lunch with him on   the way to school. Ham sandwiches were   his favorite, and she had made an extra one   just in case.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Rover?\" she called, opening up her lunch   box. \"Rover, come and see what I've got for   you!\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA large, grumpy-looking bloodhound   stuck his head through a hole in the bricks,   blinking and sneezing in the bright sunlight.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis fur was the color of sandstone, and his   serious brown eyes stared out from folds of   baggy skin that hung down around his face.   As he padded toward her, his long floppy   ears swung back and forth, flapping up dust   from the dry ground.   When he reached the gate, he stopped and   looked at her expectantly.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Good morning,\" he said in a deep,   gravelly voice. \"What's on the menu today?\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDaisy was so shocked that she dropped   her lunch box and put a hand up to her   mouth.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis cannot be happening , she   thought. She shut her eyes   tightly for a moment or   two, then opened   them again.   The dog was   still there, looking   straight at her.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ex-excuse me,\" Daisy said uncertainly,   still unable to believe her ears, \"but did you   say something to me?\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Of course,\" replied the dog. \"It would   have been rude not to.\" He paused for a   moment as if deep in thought, then said   slowly, \"Wait a minute Do you actually understand what I'm saying to you?\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" replied Daisy. \"I think I do.\"   The dog made a noise somewhere   between a bark and a laugh.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This,\" he said, \"is amazing!\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But you understand me as well,\" said   Daisy. \"So that's pretty amazing too.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe dog cocked his head to one side.   \"Dogs always understand what humans   say,\" he replied.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, they don't,\" said Daisy. \"Take my   aunt Kathy's dog. He never does anything   she tells him.\"   The dog's brow crinkled like a little   plowed field.     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That doesn't mean he doesn't understand   her,\" he said. \"He probably just doesn't want   to do it.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh,\" said Daisy thoughtfully. \"I see what   you mean.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There you go, then,\" said the dog.   There was silence for a moment while the   two of them thought about this. Then the   dog said, \"My name's not Rover, by the way.   It's Boom.\" Seeing the puzzled look on   Daisy's face, he added, \"I was born on the   Fourth of July, you see.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Really?\" Daisy said, smiling. \"That must   have been a shock for you.\"     \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It was,\" agreed Boom. \"The first...","brand":"Candlewick","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46305271677157,"sku":"NP9780763642945","price":6.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780763642945.jpg?v=1767724427","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/daisy-dawson-is-on-her-way-isbn-9780763642945","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}