My Picturebook!

Here's my picturebook that I made for class, all complete! The assignment was to write a text, then create a picturebook of five pages plus the cover. For the illustrations, we were only allowed to use scissors, glue, and four colors of construction paper (two of which had to be black and white). The idea was to use what we have learned in class so far about picture composition and how colors and shapes and placement affect the emotional reaction to a picture. This is what I came up with, after many false starts as far as plotline. I must say, I'm quite proud of it, and the class reaction when we shared our books today was very good. There were a ton of amazing books, everyone did something spectacular! We're making an effort to all digitize them and email them out to each other, just so that we can hang on to them. :) Anyway, isn't Adeline just the perfect name for this little fox? I'm pleased.

Adeline woke with belly rumbling.
“What will we eat today, Mama?”
“Whatever we can find,” said Mama, and washed the sleep from Adeline's face.
Adeline darted from the den
and over the needles the pines had dropped
and under the old fence
into the barnyard.

There were eggs in the hen house, tucked beneath feathers
and eggs in the goose's nest, gleaming
and while the hens cackled and chortled and clucked
and the goose stepped away for a drink,
Adeline crept on soundless feet
just like Mama had taught her.
But not soundless enough!

Adeline shimmied under the fence
and out of the barnyard
and over the pine needles
to the bank of the creek
where fish darted through the water, scales glinting.
Adeline leaned out, paw darting quick and steady like the fish
just like Mama had taught her.
But not steady enough!

Adeline shook herself
and trudged up the bank
and through the pine needles that stuck to her paws
and paused at the edge of the meadow.
A deer grazed cautiously on tender grass
and a rabbit nibbled clover.
Adeline barked, loud and fierce,
just like Mama had taught her.
Just fierce enough!

Adeline trotted through the meadow

and over needles the pines had dropped
to show her Mama what she had found.
“We'll have a good dinner tonight,” said Mama
and they did.