Books with title Froggy's Little Brother

Being an older brother has its benefits, of that there's little doubt. But how would you feel if your little brother grew to be bigger than you? And what if he insisted on touching all your things and following you everywhere you went? It's enough to frustrate the most even-keeled of kids.The narrator of Big Little Brother wants nothing more than to escape his brother's sticky fingers. Then an encounter at the old Woman in the Shoe play area teaches him that a pesky younger sibling can actually be a pal. Maybe having a brother, big or small, is a blessing after all.Storyteller Kevin Kling, described as "one of our great national treasures" by public radio personality Krista Tippett, has delighted audiences through his performances, plays, and audio and printed collections for decades. Illustrator Chris Monroe brings her witty, slightly subversive artistic sense to this heartwarming tale. the result is a playful, tender look at the familiar pains and joys of being a sibling.

Marcus, aka “w1n5t0n,” is only seventeen years old, but he figures he already knows how the system works–and how to work the system. Smart, fast, and wise to the ways of the networked world, he has no trouble outwitting his high school’s intrusive but clumsy surveillance systems.But his whole world changes when he and his friends find themselves caught in the aftermath of a major terrorist attack on San Francisco. In the wrong place at the wrong time, Marcus and his crew are apprehended by the Department of Homeland Security and whisked away to a secret prison, where they’re mercilessly interrogated for days. When the DHS finally releases them, Marcus discovers that his city has become a police state, where every citizen is treated like a potential terrorist. He knows that no one will believe his story, which leaves him only one option: to take down the DHS himself.Can one teenage hacker fight back against a government out of control? Maybe, but only if he’s really careful . . . and very, very smart.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1875 edition. Excerpt: ... NEED not tell you how sorely Froggy cried when the day came for Benny to be laid in his coffin, and carried to the grave. When he kissed his little brother for the very last time, and looked upon his meek white face, and whispered to him his last passionate appeal to wake up before they came to carry him away, his grief was such that I care not to dwell upon it. The funeral was much like little Deb's, only that there were not so many followers. Benny had no mother to weep for him, and no sisters; Froggy was his chief and only mourner. Miss Goff came very early in the morning, and when it was time took Froggy by the hand and followed with him through the maze of busy streets, out to the quiet cemetery, where so many tired citizens had entered into their rest. There were no butter-cups and daisies yet, but the little spring flowers were beginning to come up, and in the stillness and solitude about the silent graves, there seemed to be the Shepherd's voice sounding over all, reminding the poor mourners who came to weep there, of that sweet and most consoling promise, "And they shall be Mine, saith the Lord, in that day when I shall make up My jewels." When all was over, Miss Goff took Froggy by the hand again and led him back to Shoreditch. Not to the old house with the blackened front, but to a large, clean, red brick one, standing near to the church, with the words printed over the door, in large letters, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me." This was the Orphanage of which Miss Goff was under-matron, and where Mr Wallace had arranged that Froggy should be sheltered for a time, till another home could be provided for him. There were twelve little children, altogether, in the Orphanage. Very noisy and very happy seemingly, but poor...

The ultimate tale of teen rebellion -- one seventeen-year-old against the surveillance state. Big Brother is watching you. Who's watching back? Marcus is only seventeen years old, but he figures he already knows how the system works -- and how to work the system. Smart, fast and wise to the ways of the networked world, he has no trouble outwitting his high school's intrusive but clumsy surveillance systems. But his whole world changes when he and his friends find themselves caught in the aftermath of a major terrorist attack on San Francisco. In the wrong place at the wrong time, Marcus and his crew are apprehended by the Department of Homeland Security and whisked away to a secret prison, where they're mercilessly interrogated for days. When the DHS finally releases them, Marcus discovers that his city has become a police state, where every citizen is treated like a potential terrorist. He knows no one will believe his story, which leaves him only one option: to take down the DHS himself.

These things happened in New York, which is the capital of the Land of Unexpectedness; which, like Shakespeare’s divinity, shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will. The fool of the family, sent there in despair to add one more to his list of failures, returns home at the end of three years a confirmed victim to elephantitis of the income. His brOther with the bulging forehead and the college education falls, protesting, into the eighteen dollars a week class. Anything may happen in New York. Michael Burke and his brOther Tim had journeyed from Skibbereen to the land where the dollar bills grow on trees, without any definite idea what they were going to do when they arrived there; and New York had handled such promising material in its best manner. Michael it had given to the ranks of the police. Tim it had spirited away. Utterly and absolutely he had vanished. Michael had left Ellis Island while Tim was still there. “And divil a sign,” said he, swinging his club sadly, “have I seen of me little brOther from that day on.” We were patrolling Merlin Street, on the East Side, together, one night when he first told me the story. I was the smallest of all possible reporters on The Manhattan Daily Chronicle at the time, and my most important duty was to cover the Windle Market police-station, which is within a stone’s throw of Merlin Street. It was there that I had met Michael; and when matters were quiet at the station, I would accompany him on his beat, and we would talk of many things, but principally of his little brOther Tim. As the days went on, I must have heard the story fifty times. In the telling it sometimes varied, according to Michael’s mood. Sometimes it would be long and unrestrainedly pathetic. At Other times it would have all the brevity of an official report. But it always ended in the same way. “And divil a sign,” Mike would say, “have I seen of me little brOther from that time on.” My imagination got to work on the thing. I liked Michael, and the contrast between his words and his granite, expressionless face appealed to me. It was not long before I began to build up in my mind’s eye a picture of the vanished Tim. Each night some remark of Mike’s would add anOther touch to the portrait. Why I got the idea that Tim was delicate I do not know. I suppose it came from Mike’s insistence on the epithet “little.” At any rate, Tim to me was a slightly-built boy, curly-haired, blue-eyed and pale. Not unlike little Lord Fauntleroy, grown up. Sometimes he had a cough

Little Brother for Sale tells the charming story of what happens when a big sister, Asma, becomes fed up with her little brother Hamza's annoying little ways, so she decides enough is enough and puts her little brother up for sale. Hamza steals his sister's food, pulls her hair and always takes their parents' attention away from her, especially when Asma's doing something amazingly brilliant. Asma attempts to sell her little brother to numerous different people but does she succeed? You'll have to read Little Brother for Sale to see if she triumphs and actually does sell Hamza, or does she see the error of her ways and change her mind?