A Day in the Life of an Alien by Mike Shiell

An entire
empty universe
and this guy has
to follow me!

1: Wednesday . . . what
planet is this again? 2: Eat breakfast.
3: Fly to work.

5: Perform experiments on earthling . . .

4: Abduct an earthling.

6: . . . but change mind and spend the day with a new friend.

7: Say, “See you soon!” 8: Sweet dreams!

 Front Cover by Annie J. Won March 2022
art © 2022 by Annie J. Won
Volume 29 Number 3
James M. O’Connor, Director of Editorial
Stacey Lane Smith, Editor
2 A Day in the Life of an Alien by Mike Shiell Emily Cambias, Assistant Editor
Hayley Kim, Assistant Editor
4 Doodlebug & Dandelion by Pamela Dell Julie Peterson, Copyeditor
Suzanne Beck, Senior Art Director
9 Cat-and-Dog Delights by Paul Prince Shavan Spears, Designer
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Association of America Short Story Award 2008
Golden Lamp Award
Distinguished Achievement Award
 Doodlebug & Dandelion
Rocket Dog
by Pamela Dell Art by Dom Mansell

“LISTEN UP, DOG-FOLK!” the casting director shouted

to the eager crowd of canine owners. “I’m Sirius, and today
we’re casting for the brightest dog star in the universe!”
A tingle of excitement rippled across Doodlebug Pinkley’s
skull. Casting directors were people who auditioned actors
for jobs. In this case, they were looking for a dog, not a
person. That dog would star in commercials for Rocket
Dog Hash, a dog food. And Doodlebug was sure his
beloved Don’t would be that star.
Doodlebug studied the dozens of other dogs. There were
tall, small, and bony ones. There were tufty dogs and
scruffy ones, long dogs and lazy dogs, and one barrel-bellied
Hmm . . . yes, I see. Make a Si,´ por supuesto. You are a bit tuft — covered in
note of that, Arana. ˜ Of course. bunches of hair held together on
It's way too tight, and also, Hat head.
it gives me hat head! one side and loose on the other.

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 and its owner. In only minutes, those
two were out, looking glum.
“Next!” Sirius called.
All afternoon, one dog and
owner pair after another entered
Sirius’s tryout space. They all soon
exited again. Finally, it was Don’t’s
turn.
“Meet my heavenly partner, Ursa
Major,” Sirius boomed, ushering
them into a cavernous room with
a stage. A flashy rocket ship was
mounted onstage, near a dog food
bowl and a giant open can of Rocket
Dog Hash. “Ursa’s picking the winner
today!”
bulldog. But Don’t stood out in the “My stars, these two are out of
pack, mostly because Doodlebug’s this world!” said Ursa, an enormous
sister Dandelion had helped get Don’t lady with mounds of shaggy brown
ready. She’d given him a bubble bath hair and a growly voice. “I smell
and used a rose-scented shampoo. pooch potential already.”
She’d even clipped a spaceman Doodlebug sure hoped that was
charm to his collar. Doodlebug a good thing. Don’t gave Ursa a
himself wore a space helmet he’d little yip, as if they were almost
used in some play. from the same animal kingdom.
“Let’s get this party started!” “He does have the Rocket Dog
Sirius said. Then he disappeared look,” Sirius admitted.
behind a doorway with the first dog After Don’t proved he could obey
What matters is you get our
Eet doesn't matter science projects up into space.
'ow you look, Spider. You look awesome! And then get back safe.

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 some simple commands, Ursa said, invisible wires and pulleys. Let’s try
“Let’s give him a trial run.” having him hop in once or twice.
Doodlebug watched nervously as Up and at ’em, my little star!”
Sirius plunked a space helmet on But Don’t didn’t jump in the
Don’t’s head. It was open in front rocket. Instead, he just sat there,
so his nose stuck out. hesitant and unsure.
“Star pup!” Ursa gushed, giving “Go on, boy,” Doodlebug
Don’t an air kiss. “He just needs to encouraged.
gobble up the dog food, get in that Don’t whined. This was not good.
rocket, and show us his adorable Ursa sighed and said, “I’m loving
doggie face. Then he’ll blast off.” your dog for Rocket. But he needs
“Is it dangerous?” Doodlebug to overcome his stage fright. Let’s
asked when he noticed Don’t cowering leave for a few minutes, Sirius, so
a bit. Doodlebug can teach him the trick
“Heck, no!” Ursa said. “It’s all without strangers around.”
What eez your
Yeah, Spider, I gotta
experiment, Bill?
test out my idea.

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 Everyone agreed. When they were returned, Doodlebug knew he and
gone, Doodlebug tried everything Don’t were already goners.
to get Don’t in the rocket. He even “Let’s try it from the top!” Ursa
nudged and prodded with both hands. said, emptying a heap of hash into
But Don’t wouldn’t budge. At last, the bowl. Don’t sniffed and walked
desperate to make Don’t happy and away.
calm, Doodlebug dumped some dog “He hates it,” Sirius moaned.
food into the bowl. Don’t was all for Doodlebug realized he shouldn’t
it. He gulped down the food, then have fed Don’t. “He loved it,” he
licked his face clean. guiltily confessed. “But he’s full.”
But he still wouldn’t hop in the “Great then!” Ursa said. “He just
rocket. has to . . .”
By the time the casting directors She pointed to the rocket and

I'm sending all my dirty mixed-up socks

to see if when floating weightless they Groundbreaking. Well, I won't go up with a
will attract their mates. thing like that on my noggin. How do you
spell “noggin”?

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 commanded Don’t to jump in. rocket ship now, paws on the strange
Don’t hung his head and looked steering wheel, an unopened can
sideways. of Rocket Dog Hash in his jaws.
“We’re done,” Doodlebug muttered, Doodlebug’s heart burst with
embarrassed and defeated. He’d been joy, but was Don’t . . . ?
so wrong! He whistled to Don’t and Ursa’s voice rose, answering
started walking off. Doodlebug’s big question. “Welcome,
But behind him, Ursa hooted, Rocket Dog!” she cried. “The next
“I’m over the moon for this dog! and brightest dog star in our universe!”
He IS it!” Doodlebug relaxed. He couldn’t
Doodlebug turned. stop smiling. His ultra-talented
Don’t had finally figured out what Rocket Don’t was definitely going
it took to be a star! He sat in the to rocket his way to fame.

Ta-da! A better
spac e hel met. Yi kes! I can't see out
of t his one at all. A h . . . t hat ain't
gonna work. But we bought it used
off t he internet.

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Cat-and-Dog Delights
SHOW YOUR FURRY friends how much you care
with these yummy treats—safe for both Fluffy and Fido!

What You’ll Need:

2 cups wheat germ
3 2.5-ounce jars of strained chicken baby food
1 tablespoon water

What to Do:
1. Ask an adult to preheat the oven to 350°F.
2. In a medium bowl, mix the wheat germ, baby
food, and water together. Add more water if
necessary to form dough.
3. Roll dough into 1-inch balls, and place on a lightly
greased cookie sheet.
4. Flatten the balls slightly with a fork dipped in
water.
5. Have an adult put the cookie sheet in the oven
for 20 to 25 minutes.
6. Cool before serving. Prepare for happy pet
snuggles!

by Paul Prince
Art by Christopher Cyr 9
 S TELLA WAS ENJOYING a stroll across the school-
Galileo yard when she found the worm. She should have been
in history with Avatar Barnett, but honestly, how much
by E J Delaney “War of Independence this” and “Battle for the Galaxy
Art by that” could a girl take?
Shannon Day
The sun was out. Rainbow trees were flowering. With
her mum gone, Stella had hacked into the virtual time-
table and given herself an extended lunch break.
“Look, Galileo,” she called. “Here, boy! Come see.”
Galileo scampered over, stopping only once to leap
at a passing butterfly.
“Moof, moof! Weow?”
“Check it out.” Stella kneeled down and brought her
chin close to something shimmery and wriggling. “If I
didn’t know better, I’d say that was a waste worm . . .”
text © 2022 by Jacob Edwards
art © 2022 by Shannon Day “Moof!”

See if it fits Get in t hat rocket,

him, Bill. spac e boy!
Okey doke, Spider. Now here's a
super-duper-deluxe spac e hel met.

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 Galileo sprung forward, swatting “Up now, Galileo. Up, boy!”
at the worm. Sparks flew. Zap! He “Moof!”
scrabbled away again. Galileo rolled left and right until
“It is a waste worm!” Stella he rocked over and came up with his
frowned. “Do you know what this stumpy legs beneath him. Stella held
means, Galileo?” the worm out for him to sniff.
Galileo lay sprawled out, sunning “Find the wormhole, Galileo!”
his belly.
“It means there must be a worm-
hole on board. Oh, this is bad.”
“Weow?”
“A wormhole, Galileo.” She ruffled
her fingers through his neck fur. “An
unstable time tunnel connecting two
different points in the universe. One
end must have latched onto our
ship.”
Galileo yawned. His tongue
smacked briefly at his lips. Lolling
his head to the side, he allowed one
big ear to cover his eyes.
“Moof?”
“No,” Stella agreed. She took
out her handkerchief and scooped
up the worm. “No, we can’t wait for
Mum. Who knows what else might
have wriggled through after this
little critter.” She slapped her thigh.
Interesting. Make a
note of t hat, Arana.
˜ Test subject scrabbled ² scratched
O h, dear! I don't wildly and quickly ² to get t he hel met off.
t hink he could Also, note how his tongue is
breat he in t here! lollin ² loosely hanging.

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 Galileo moofed and set off. Stella
grinned. Her pet might be the most
wonderfully ridiculous-looking
creature in all the galaxies, but he
never lost a scent.
“Weow!”
“No, Galileo. Not the butterflies.
Focus, now. Focus!”
By breed, Galileo was the first
ever tabby hound. (The result of
Stella not being able to choose
between an Old Earth basset hound
and a tabby cat.) He was as fat as he
was furry, with smiling whiskers and
a low-hanging stomach.
He was easily distracted.
“Moof, moof!”
“No, Galileo. The worm! Follow
the worm’s scent.” Stella rolled her
eyes. “Oh, this is hopeless.”
Sighing, she detoured over to the
school’s lone bottle tree. She twisted reveal the familiar corridors of her
the hidden clasp to let the hatch mum’s home spaceship.
on its trunk fall open. Her fingers “Moof?”
skittered briefly on the keypad within. “That’s right, Galileo. No more
Virtual reality disappeared. The butterflies.” Stella held out the worm
school building and Stella’s computer- again. “Now, find that wormhole. Go,
generated classmates faded away to boy!”
Brand-new idea, Spider.
You won't need one. You won't
Put t his on. Relax. It's not a
be in t he rocket now.
No! No more space helmet.
space hel mets! What! Who's
gonna fly my
socks i nto
12 space?
 up near the ceiling between decks.
Galileo leaped for it with a cat’s
instincts but a basset’s stunted agility.
“Weow?”
Stella gave him a boost and then
followed. If the worm had made it
this far, then the wormhole had to
have opened up hours ago, probably
just after her mum was called in to
work.
“Keep going, Galileo,” Stella
urged.
No sooner had she spoken than
she heard a frantic scratching of
claws and then a muffled thunk.
That was Galileo dropping down at
the other end of the crawlspace.
“Hold on, Galileo! I’m coming!”
Stella tumbled after him and
found herself in the engine room,
staring up at the wormhole. It hung
“Weow!” spinning above the deck like some
Nose to the metal floor, Galileo impossible hula hoop, all fizzing
snuffled and trotted off, bouncing edges and pulsating blue energy.
along like a tabby tumbleweed. Stella Wormhole, she thought. Check.
jogged to keep up. The only reason Stella took it
“That’s it! Good boy!” so calmly was because she’d spotted
They came to a high crawlspace something even more worrying:
Spider is, but using virtual realit ² You' ll fly t he rocket
from t he ground like Note: Spider did not approve and
a fake interactive environment
it's a video game. Harrumph. You've snuff led ² loudly sniffed many
created by a computer where
got to be kidding. times ² at t his awesome idea.
sig hts and sounds seem real.

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 a glassy black eye as big as a boulder out the nuclear trash lying half-
glaring at her from within the burning digested inside the waste worm.
circle! But it was getting too close to the
Star sparrow, she winced. Double ship’s engines! If it broke through
check. the shielding . . . Meltdown!
“Galileo, we’re in trouble.” Doomsday-level kaboom!
“Moof! Weow!” Horrified, Stella lost her grip on
The tabby hound darted forward the handkerchief. The worm slipped
and then skipped back, growling and out and fell to the floor.
hissing. The sparrow was enormous! To her delighted relief, Galileo
It flapped its star-white feathers and pounced on it. He swiped it playfully
tore hungrily at the edges of the from paw to paw, closer and closer
hole, thrusting its arrowhead beak to the wormhole. Suddenly, the star
through. It was hunting for food, sparrow stabbed down and pecked
Stella realized. It must have sniffed the worm up.
This will be easy. It's just like
flying the rocket in real reality.
I'm not so hot at video games.
True. I always run
you down flat in
Big Bad Bug Race.
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 “Oh, good boy!” Stella exclaimed.
“Well done, Galileo!”
The hula hoop began spinning
in reverse. Sparks flew from its rim,
and it gurgled like a fast-emptying
bathtub, sucking the sparrow back
through. When the wormhole
collapsed, it left nothing behind
but a faint after-rain smell.
No worm, no wormhole, Stella
mused.
She turned to Galileo, but the
tabby hound had moved beyond
petting range. He sniffed about some
more, then flopped down alongside
the main engine and went to sleep.
Shaking her head, Stella reached
instead for the nearest control panel
and restarted her virtual school. Even
as the building ghosted back into
existence, a frowning hologram Actually, we came within a whisker
of her mother appeared above the of total destruction. But everything’s
schoolyard, hunched forward in her fine now!” Stella smiled fondly at
pilot’s seat of her little space-hopper. Galileo. The tabby hound was
“Stella, have you been messing pawing quietly at the air, shedding
with the virtual reality again? If I can’t fur everywhere as he chased after
trust you alone in homeschool—” dream butterflies. “Well, nothing a
“Sorry, Mum. Bit of an emergency. quick vacuum clean won’t sort out!”

Only it's fake reality. But, in reality, it's

still a real rocket. In reality, now
I'm real dizzy.

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 A Shooting Star
by Raven Howell
Art by Ryan O’Rourke

From the corner of my eye

I see a star streaking the sky,
Dashing from the moon’s front yard—
A runaway, a shooting shard—
Zipping quickly toward downtown,
Sprinting, racing, falling down.
Perhaps it only wants to know
What all the lights are
Down below,
But absent from
Its cosmic place—
Is there a hole now
Up in space?

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 Shooting Star Wishes

F ROM THE BALCONY of our tenth-floor apartment, I comb

the sky with eager eyes hoping to see a shooting star.
“Stars are afraid of city lights, but a little song is always good for
something.” Nana wraps her arms around me and hums a gentle tune.
“Star light, star bright,” I say, as a few pinpricks of light twinkle
through the glow of the city night sky. These ordinary stars are
for little wishes—everyday wishes—like getting extra frosting
on your cupcake or finding a quarter on the sidewalk.
But shooting stars are different.
“Shooting stars are lucky,” Nana says. So I keep a special
wish ready—ready for a shooting star to catch my wish in its tail
and dance across the sky.
“There are too many lights tonight, sugarplum,” she says, “and
I hear dreams calling.”
Si,´ Sonya and I took all weekend
to comb ² search carefully ² And we found nothing
You're sure t his about NOT using it
through the instructions.
will work? for rockets.
by Cid K. Fleming
Art by Kajsa Hallström
text © 2022 by Cindy K. Fleming, art © 2022 by Kajsa Hallström 17
 I nestle deeper in her arms hoping for a
few more minutes of her warmth as much
as I hope to see a shooting star.
“Tomorrow can’t come if you don’t
dream tonight.” She kisses my hair and
points me to bed.
I don’t remember my dreams when I
wake up, but sure enough it’s a new day.
Nana is humming in the kitchen. A little
song is always good for something. I smell
buttermilk biscuits! Buttermilk biscuits are
Saturday biscuits, but today is Wednesday.
She gives me one for each hand. Then it’s
time for school.
Before the third floor, the elevator
screeches to a stop and goes dark. The
emergency light flickers on. My heart
pounds so hard that I feel the beating in
my ears. Nana rings the bell.
“Power’s down on the whole block,”
calls Mr. Simon from above us.
Nana takes my hands, and we sing
together in the dim elevator.
Before long, the ceiling opens, and Mr.
Simon lowers a ladder. He helps us climb
to the fourth floor landing. Nana takes my
hand, and we walk down the stairs to the
street as if it’s a regular thing to be rescued
Then, in reality, we will
What if I mess up in virtual reality never speak to you again.
and smash i nto real reality?

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from a stuck elevator. Nana nods in the direction of school.
“I’m still going?”
“School has power, sugarplum.” She nudges my arm to get
my feet moving, and we walk lickety-split all three blocks, so
I’m not late.
The power is still off when I come home. We take it slow
up the stairs.
After dinner and homework, we take biscuits and jam to
the balcony and watch day turn to evening. Lights come on
several blocks away, but it’s dark here.
“Stars might not be so afraid tonight,” I say.
I hum a tune, and Nana joins in.

Hold up! If anybuggy's playi n' a

video game, it's gonna be me.

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 Flash! A streak of light shoots across
the sky—so sudden it hardly seems real.
Nana stops humming and starts to laugh.
That’s how I know it’s real.
She gives me a squeeze. “Don’t tell
me now. Keep that wish secret, or it
won’t come true.”
“How do you know I made a wish?”
“I could feel it, sugarplum.”
Like magic, I feel my wish holding
tight to the tail of that shooting star,
dancing across the sky to our songs.

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3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Blast off! Roar! Rumble! Buzzzzz?

The Space Shuttle Challenger blasted through the
morning air on April 6, 1984, with 3,405 space explorers
on board—5 astronauts and 3,400 bees. My great-great-great
grandbee was that colony’s queen. Can you bee-lieve it?
It was only a seven-day mission, so they went right to
work. What was their job? To build honeycomb! Why?
Tennessee high school student Dan M. Poskevich was curious
if honeycomb would be made differently without Earth’s
gravity. So he presented an experiment to NASA as part
of the Shuttle Student Involvement Program. This program
encouraged young scientists to design experiments to be
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sumpin' real! the high score.

text © 2022 by Abbi Cortez 21

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NASA, with the Space and Strategic Avionics Division of

Honeywell, Inc., worked like busy bees to place my grandbee’s
colony on the shuttle. The bees were buzzing with excitement!
The astronauts didn’t like the idea of bees floating around
the shuttle building honeycomb just anywhere. There were
3,400 of them, after all, and no hive. To keep them happy
(and in one place), engineers built Bee Enclosure Modules
(BEMs). Constructed of shiny aluminum, the top was secured
with thick, clear plastic to allow astronauts to take pictures,
check progress on honeycomb building, and make sure dear
LML&&
-*< Grandbee and her workers stayed healthy. For this experiment,
the engineers created two BEMs: one to send into space and one
to keep on the ground at NASA with 3,400 additional bees.
The BEMs seemed quite nice in Grandbee’s scrapbook
pictures, but I bet the bees looked forward to returning to Earth.
Open your notebook, Arana.
˜ Well, I filled glass dishes wit h
And just what is t his
We're getting readings from sucrose ² a type of sugar usually
experiment, anyway?
Sonya's experiment. from sugarcane or sugar beets ²
mixed with a ar ² a jelly made from
seaweed used to make food t hicker.

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Personally, I’d miss smelling flowers. As you could guess,

flowers didn’t grow on the shuttle, so the bees ate a sweet
mixture of water, sucrose, and agar. If the astronauts forgot to
add the agar, the food would float around the shuttle in little
droplets. Though not as pleasing as flowers, the shuttle food
kept the bees strong.
Like the astronauts, Grandbee’s colony needed to stretch
their wings to keep their muscles working properly. When they
first experienced microgravity, they bumped into each other
and the walls . . . a lot! So they climbed along the walls instead.
After a few days, they’d relearned how to fly and were
buzzing around like normal.
Once on Earth, they were released back to their hive.
NASA officials inspected their honeycomb and compared
it with a normal hive in Maryland and honeycomb from a
I put in microbes to see how little life forms behave in
Note, Arana,
˜ that there is no such
micro ravity ² extremely weak gravitational pull, like in
thing as zero gravity! There's
space or bit, t hat makes t hings seem weightless.
always gravity from somewhere.
And why?
No such thing
as gravity . . .
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ground-based trial in 1983. (The bees in the 1984 BEM left on

Earth with NASA built very little honeycomb. They probably
got too cold.) The NASA officials measured the depth of each
honeycomb, the thickness of the honeycomb wall, and the
total honeycomb made.
The results? Grandbee’s space colony created around 6.5
feet of honeycomb, slightly less than the Earth bees produced.
Each honeycomb cell was built about as deep as a pencil’s eraser,
which is normal for honeycomb. The diameters of the space
honeycomb cells were smaller than normal, but the space honey-
comb walls were thicker.
My stellar grandbee’s successful mission demonstrated how
quickly bees can adapt to new challenges and has contributed
to the idea that living creatures might someday be able to live
permanently in outer space. It just goes to show that even the
littlest scientist can make a big impact.
Thanks for listening to my great-great-great grandbee’s story. I
should get back to work though. Still lots of honeycomb to make
right here on Earth. Buzz ya later!
Hmm. Just a bunch of
floating socks so far. Like looking in a
Yo! Somebuggy clothes dryer.
check on my socks. Like a clothes dryer . . .

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Spelling
Bee
by Jennifer Funk Weber
Art by Beatrice Beex

HELP THE BEE fi d his

way through the honeycomb
by spelling four-letter words.
Make the words by adding
ST to the letters in each cell.
Connect the real words from
start to finish. (ZMST is not
a real word!)
START FA__

BI__ NE__ ZM__

CU__ LI__ MO__ DA__ EM__

JU__ KE__ NU__ OP__ RA__

WO__ EA__ AZ__ RU__ FI__

SO__ CO__ BE__ QU__ PO__

LA__ FINISH

Answer on page 35

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 Truman’s Last
Chance
by Andrew W. Hamilton
Art by Alan and Lea Daniel
RACHEL PETTINGILL.
As Truman trudged home from school, he repeated the
name in his head. Throughout third grade and the year
before, Rachel Pettingill had earned the highest science
grade in the class. The truth was she scored highest in
every subject. Truman knew this because they compared
scores on every test, every report, and every quiz.
Truman was used to being second best to Rachel.
“But science is my thing,” he declared to a stop sign.
Truman’s parents were scientists, and he would be a
scientist. That was just a fact. Somehow, with only one
week and one assignment to go before break, he and
Rachel were tied. Dead even. To finish on top, his last
report had to be great. It had to be better than great.
The subject of the project was beehives. Truman’s
class had studied bees for three days, so he was ready.
But, as his teacher Mrs. Lawrence had explained, to earn
an A+, he needed a “new angle.”
Truman pushed open the front door to find his four-
year-old brother, Bryan, sprawled on the living room rug,
hard at work. Paper towel tubes were all over the floor.
Bryan leaped to his feet. “Truman, help me build a city!”
Now, while Sonya's experiment
takes solid steps for science, You can take it off,
my new experiment will take Hey! My headset shut off.
Bill. The rocket will fly
one big stride — long step. itself here on out.

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 “I’d like to,” Truman shrugged, “but I have to do a
report on beehives and—”
“Can I help you?” Bryan begged.
“I don’t think so, Bry. Sorry.” Truman stepped carefully
between the scattered tubes. He went to his room, dropped
onto the bed, and studied the ceiling.
Rachel Pettingill.
Her report would be pretty ordinary but
perfectly executed and accompanied by one of
her incredible drawings. Truman had to come
up with something great, but what?
“Truman?” Bryan poked his head in.
“Bry, I said I can’t play with you
now.” Truman tried not to sound
mean. His brother could burst into
tears at the hint of an unkind word.
“I know where there’s an old
beehive.” Bryan smiled.
“Where?” Truman sat up.
“In the wood pile by the garage.”
Bryan copied Truman’s stride as
the boys marched to the stack of
firewood. Bending down, Bryan
pointed out the hive deep inside
the pile. Truman took off several
top layers of the stacked wood
and carefully removed the hive
from its hole.
For my experiment, it needs Isn't Bill gonna get to bring
to go a long, long way out. it back to Earth and smash Without Spider on board,
it into something? it need not come back.
Huh? What do you mean
“here on out”?

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 “You got it!” Bryan shouted.
Back in his room, Truman sat
at his desk, turning the fragile
hive under a lamp. It smelled like
old leaves. Each cell was a perfect
hexagon. How did the bees fit the
cells together so neatly? And how
did they make each cell six-sided?
Could they count?
“Boys, dinner’s ready!” his
mother called. Truman fought the
rising panic as he glanced at his
desk clock.
All through dinner, Truman
struggled to keep his cool. If his
parents found out he was working
on a science project, they would
run around pulling out books and
volunteering ideas. He wanted to
beat Rachel without their help.
As he carried his half-empty
plate of spaghetti to the kitchen,
his father called, “Don’t forget, Truman’s heart fluttered as he
Truman—it’s your night to do scraped a plate. If he didn’t think
the dishes.” Truman glanced at the of something soon, his chance to
clock again. 7:05. beat Rachel would be lost . . .
Rachel Pettingill. maybe forever. The thought of it
Almost a billion
It's going onward, out farther into miles away!
space to study the hexa on —
Wait . . . WHAT!
the two-dimensional figure with six One . . . billion . . . miles.
connected straight lines and
six corners — on Saturn's top.
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 “Truman! You’re wrecking my
city!” Lost in thought, Truman
hadn’t seen Bryan settle in behind
him with a mess of paper tubes.
“Get your tubes out of here,
Bryan! I’m trying to finish the
dishes!” Truman blurted.
Bryan began to cry. Loudly. He
gathered an armful of dented tubes,
threw them under the running
faucet, and ran sobbing into the
living room.
Truman sighed and gathered the
dripping tubes in both hands. As he
held them over the wastebasket,
they suddenly reminded him of
something. The beehive!
Looking closer, he noticed the
tubes were arranged with one in
the middle, surrounded by six others.
Truman tore open the drawer near
the sink, grabbed a handful of
made his stomach hurt. paper clips, and clipped the tubes
As he turned around to put together. As he suspected, the soggy
the butter into the refrigerator, center tube formed a hexagon, just
his foot came down on something like the cells of the hive.
with a crunch. Just to be sure, he tried five and
You can close your Our rocket won't get to
notebook, Arana.
˜ Saturn for five years. FIVE YEARS! A BILLION MILES!
MY SOCKS!!! Whoa! That's one
harsh reality, Bill.

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 then seven surrounding tubes, but
neither way fit. Six was the only
number that worked.
He said aloud, “Bees just build
round tubes and stick the sides
together. The cells have to be
six-sided.”
Truman ran to the living room
and threw his arms around his
brother. “Bryan, you did it! I’ve got
my angle!” he gushed. “And a real
beehive. And now I can build a
model beehive with your tubes! I
mean—if it’s OK with you.”
“Well . . .” Bryan pulled away,
still sniffling.
“You can help me glue them,”
Truman offered. Bryan beamed and
began picking out his finest tubes.
Rachel Pettingill didn’t stand
a chance.

There, t here, Bill. I' ll Oh, it's not hing. It's just . . . nobuggy
knit you some new socks. Arana
˜ ... ushed ² showed lots of excited
A billin' miles wit hout Why are you sad? interest ² about my notes.
Bill in socks!

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Bear’s Nose
Bear follows his nose
Wherever it goes—
All the rest of him
Shuffles behind.

His nose is so clever

It never—no—never
(Good nose that it is)
Fails to find

A beehive of honey
All golden and runny,
So complaining
A bear never does,

But, poor nose, being first,

Dives into the worst
Of the wings and the stings
And the buzz.
text © 2022 by Beverly McLoughland
art © 2022 by Ronni Runyon

by Beverly McLoughland
Art by Ronni Runyon 31
 3V]PUN/H[PUNVY4PZZPUN:UV^
Ryan C., age 8 Emily S., age 7 Haadi N., age 8
Shaker Heights, Ohio Hopelawn, New Jersey Westlake, Ohio
The Amazing Snow Day Finally Snow A Snowy Day
I ran downstairs and yelled, “It snowed!” I One day, Alexander woke up. “Hey, One day, George and Theodore were
love snow! It is so fluffy and beautiful. I put on Isabella, wake up!” he yelled. sipping cocoa inside. Unexpectedly, a
my snow gear and ran outside with glee. “What is it?” said Isabella, who was eight snowflake hit the window. George exclaimed,
I sprinted outside and heard something years old, looking at her brother, who was “It’s snowing! I love snow!”
by the driveway. I dashed over and saw the younger by four years. “I hate snow,” Theodore said sadly. They
snowplow! I bolted inside to get my dad, so we “It’s snowing,” said Alexander. were best friends, but they were opposites.
could build a fort from the snow the snowplow “In Florida?” asked Isabella, waking up “I like snow because you get to make
pushed over. My dad and I got the shovel and more. snowmen!” George said. “And sledding is
spade and went to work. With the shovel, I “Yeah, wanna see?” fun!”
traced out where we would dig. Then we started “Sure,” said Isabella. They ran to the “I don’t like snowmen because I have to
digging out snow from the mountain. My dad window. “Oh, man! It is!” said Isabella. “Wait use all my Oreos for the eyes. Sledding makes
made the top of the snow pile dome shaped, a minute. That’s not snow. That’s rain! me dizzy!” Theodore replied.
while I dug out the inside. Besides, it’s three in the morning! Go back “I like snow angels and snowball fights!”
After we were done, my dad and I went to to bed!” George said a little louder.
the front yard and had a snowball fight. I won They slept until ten o’clock in the “Snowballs hurt like apples falling on
and had a great day! morning. When they woke up, they looked your head!” Theodore almost shouted.
out the window. Shiny white snow was “No, they don’t. Also, scarves are really
Madelyn D., age 8 everywhere! cozy!” George yelled.
Rochester Hills, Michigan “Come on, let’s eat our breakfast real “No, they’re so tight around my neck!”
quick!” said Alexander. Theodore frowned.
The Day Snow Shined When they finished their breakfast, they “Can’t we just enjoy our drinks?” George
One day, it was snowing. It was twenty-two ran outside. Alexander jumped into the snow. sighed. “At least we both like cocoa—you can
degrees outside. The sun came out later that day. But Isabella stood there staring. Could this have it hot, and I can have it iced.”
It made the snow shine like glittery diamonds in be a joke? It hadn’t snowed in two years. They They both laughed and watched the snow
the sky. When we went outside to play, we made sledded and skied for the rest of the day! fall.
a sparkly snowman, had a sparkly snow fight,
and had sparkly faces.

Dear Spider, Hi, EEverybuggy!

I have lots of Spiders. I like them
m lots. is is my first time sending mail to you.
I like you. u adopt Brownie? She’ll eat gumballs.
Lona, age 6 istl what is your favorite color? My favorite
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada color is light blue. What is your favorite book?
Mine is a book about the pioneers.
Hi, Everybuggy! Sarah Elizabeth Koslow, age 7
I really like your mags. My favorite Newport News, Virginia
characters are Thistle, Miro, Ophelia, and
Sam. Is Sam a caterpillar? What animal is Dear Sarah,
Thistle? What type of mushroom is Miro? My favorite color is purple. I have many
In the October 2017 issue, I liked it when favorite books, but right now Ophelia and I
you guys dressed up like the Star Trek crew. are reading The Honeybee and the Robber.
I like those movies. I’ll probably use that same Love,
issue’s mushroom costume from Thistle
“Ophelia’s Last Word.”
Can Thistle adopt Muddy and Sunnny? Dear Spider and the Gang,
I hope you put them in your magazine ne. I think you should add a large animal too
Eva P., age 9 the comics to take you guys for ridees, e.g.,
San Juan, Puerto Rico a fruit bat or a vegetarian bird, and you could
feed them fruits and seeds. Also, my sister and
Hi, Eva! I both agree that you should make a story about
Yes, Sam is a caterpillar. Thistlle is a everybuggy (hopefully several pages long)!
Canadian thistle weevil. Miro is a cooking Earth Dragon/Syon Tyagi, age 11
mushroom. We’ll take good care of Muddy Fremont, California
and Sunny. Thank you. P.S. I asked my mom to make me “Perfect
Love, Popcorn Cake” (May/June 2020) for my
32 Ophelia birthday.
 Maddie J., age 7 make gingerbread houses when the
Cary, North Carolina snow is still falling outside.
We also read books about snow
Dry Desert, Cold Arctic like Little Bea and the Snowy Day. It’s
In the North Pole lived an arctic fox named about a bumblebee that does fun things
Icicle. But Icicle hated something weird. She in the snow with her friends like play
hated icicles! hide-and-seek, go sledding, and go ice
One day, Icicle decided that she could stand
it no longer. She was going to move to where
skating. The book reminds me
that snow is coming soon. Dra
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moving to the desert.
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Dear Thistle, Dear Spider, D ar Everybuggy,

Can you adopt Narna? She is a narwhal
nar hal I loove dinos. Here is Lily. Please addopt Tidal Wave. She is a sea
with wings. She eats any kind of food, except She iss a dino! wing
ing, and sh
she can eat five fish in a day. I have
olives. Miro, can you adopt Tsunami? She’s Lucille
ille LeSage
LeSage, age 6 heard of a book series called Wings of Fire.
a fox whale. She eats pickles, trin eese, Eagleville, Pennsylvania Evelyn B., age 9
and mac and cheese. Richfield, Utah
Lyra P., age 7 Dear Sonya,
Dallas, Texas You are my favorite buggy! I love Dear Everybuggy,
drawing so much! My favorite color is blue. Can you please adopt my two
Dear Everybuggy, Makayla Petti-Schmitt, age 9 pets? One is a fox, and the other is an owl.
owl
How are you? I’m fine. I love yyour Tucson, Arizona The fox’s name is Bono, and the owl’s name
comics! How’s the ’sitting going? is Goldie. Miro, stay away from Bono because
(March and April 2021) D
Dear Everybuggy, she likes to eat mushrooms. Sam, whatt is yourr
H name
The scorpion you see is friendly. Her I love your magazines, and because I favorite color? Mine is purple.
is Sting. Please put her in your next comic. love them so much, I am giving you Spicker. Evelin I., age 8
Dalia, age 7 He is a brother of my pet fox, Page. He will Albuquerque, New Mexico
Los Angeles, California eat anything, but he will never ever eat meat.
He will not eat meat because when he was Evelin, my favorite color is greenn.
Dear Everybuggy, living in the wild, he saw people hunting in Your friend,
I’ve been getting Spider for years, but I’ve the Kemper Forest! His mother died when he Sam
never written until now. I’m homeschooled, was four years old! So that made Send your letters to
and I began school at three years old. I have Page the mother of the pack. I was Spider’s Mailbox
one brother, Joey. I love to read. I’ve written the one who adopted Page. I hope P.O. Box 300
many poems and composed some music. you all will take great care of Spicker. Peru, IL 61354
I play the piano and the violin. My favorite Emma Rose Forshay, age 9 Please write your complete name, age, and address
animal is the sparrow. Medford, Massachusetts on your letter! You can also send us mail
Elizabeth Anne Weir, age 11 at [email protected].
Amherst, New Hampshire 33
 ,
OPHELIA S LAST WORD
Marvelous Martian Maker
IN THIS DRAWING game for 1 to 6 players, create cool creatures that are out of this world.
With lightning speed and loads of luck, your space alien can rocket to victory.

What You'll Need:

1 piece of paper per player
1 game die per player
orange, purple, black, red,
blue, and green crayon

What to Do:
1. Each player draws a Martian body, head, and mouth. (Do NOT draw any other parts yet!)
Then put all crayons in the middle.

2. Everyone says, “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Blast off!” and rolls their die onto their paper.

3. Based on your roll, grab your crayon. If more than one player rolls the same number, whoever
grabs that crayon gets to
draw. The other players Orange Purple Black
lose their turns. Players
who grab the wrong color Red Blue Green
also lose their turns.

4. Players with crayons then roll the dice at the same time to see which Martian part to draw. If more
than one player rolls the
same number, those Any part Arm Leg
players switch papers.

5. Draw the part you rolled Eye Antenna Any part

in the color you rolled.

6. Keep playing until one space alien has two or more of every part. That drawing wins the most
marvelous Martian award. Give awards to all Martians, like scariest, goofiest, or cutest.

Flying solo? You can make a Martian

all by yourself. Roll and draw until your
space alien has two of every part, or
keep going until you’re ready to show o v e,
L elia
Oph
off your Martian masterpiece.
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1. Cut out the bee game pieces. Glue one piece to each button. Let dry.

2. Pick your bee. Place it on the board on its color. The player whose name
is closest to B in the alphabet goes first. Play continues clockwise.

A Bee Cs
by Stacey Lane
Art by Von Reigns 3. On your turn, flip the coin. If you get heads, pick an empty spot one
space away. If you get tails, pick an empty spot two spaces away.
YOUR BIG BRAIN is bound to be
4. If you picked a red or green spot, follow the directions on that spot and
buzzing with a bunch of words that begin
move your bee there.
with B. But which bee will beat its
buddies across the board to be the best? 5. If you picked any other spot, read your category aloud. Then the next
player begins reciting the ABCs. Name something that starts with the
A game for 2 to 5 players letter B that fits the category on your chosen spot before the next player
finishes saying the ABCs. If you complete the challenge, move your bee
onto that spot. If you don’t, stay where you are.
What You’ll Need:
scissors 5 large buttons 6. Players keep taking turns until someone moves into the winning purple
glue coin spot by completing the challenge of quickly saying 3 first names.

in a Skip Move
backyard next bee’s hobby another bee
turn. 2 spaces.
start in a zoo in the air machine

is round is green plant is sticky

made of made of small
start
wood plastic animal
in a breakfast
color dessert kitchen
Move food
in a smells
start next bee
bathroom good
1 space.
made of
vegetable in a park in a gym
cloth
start is yellow dinner food is blue

sport toy book is square

Move
on an
start another bee in a school
island
1 space. Skip
big animal furniture next bee’s snack food
turn.
 Special Rules: Heads: Move 1 connecting space in any direction.
Answers: small
an al
N Once an answer has been used, it cannot be used again, even for a in a
kitchen
breakfast
food
different category.
made of
in a gym
N If players disagree if an answer fits a category, the other players vote cloth
is ue
to decide whether it counts. If there is a tie or only two players, ask
someone who is not playing to be the judge.
Tails: Move 2 connecting spaces in any direction.
Moving Your Bee:
machine
N Only one bee can be on a spot at a time.
plant is sticky
N You can move in any direction as long as the empty spot is touching made of small in a
plastic an al bedroom
your spot. You cannot jump over another bee. in a breakfast
kitchen food
Move
N You must try to make one move if you flip heads and two moves if you next bee
1 space.
is stinky
made of
flip tails, even if it means moving backwards. If there are no empty spots cloth
in a gym

for your bee to move into, you lose your turn. dinner food is ue fruit

book is square
Want to play again? Pick a different letter than B. Some fun ones are on an
island
C, M, P, R, S, T, and W.

Bee Game Pieces

is fast country


in a
can swim movie
Move garage
bird another bee


1 space.
in a ice cream
insect
bedroom flavor
Skip
next bee’s on a farm

turn. 3 first
is stinky game Winner
names
makes
job
music


fruit pet is flat

city fish
Move Skip
in a


next bee next bee’s

museum
2 spaces. turn.
is loud TV show

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discover what all the b is
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