Books with title Timothy The Turtle

The Tale of Timothy Turtle is a children's classic by Arthur Bailey All the wild folk knew this person by the name of Timothy Turtle. And if they didn't see him so often as Mr. Crow it was because he spent much of his time on the muddy bottom of Black Creek. Besides, he never flapped his way through the air to Farmer Green's cornfield, in plain sight of everyone who happened to look up at the sky.

Timothy the Turtle was having a Birthday Party! What is so special about this birthday party is it is really for his friend Reggie. They share the same birthday. When Timothy sends out the invitations, one of them gets lost! Poor Kiwi does not know what to do. Where is her invitation? Did she lose it or was it never sent? She has to know what happened to her invitation. She discovers more than just the truth, she learns the meaning of having friends. Everyone at the party is surprised to learn what happened to her invitation. Yet more importantly, what Birthday Parties really mean, to each and everyone of us! Come join the party, for a really good time!

Timothy the Turtle was having a Birthday Party! What is so special about this birthday party is it is really for his friend Reggie. They share the same birthday. When Timothy sends out the invitations, one of them gets lost! Poor Kiwi does not know what to do. Where is her invitation? Did she lose it or was it never sent? She has to know what happened to her invitation. She discovers more than just the truth, she learns the meaning of having friends. Everyone at the party is surprised to learn what happened to her invitation. Yet more importantly, what Birthday Parties really mean, to each and everyone of us! Come join the party, for a really good time!

The Tale of Timothy Turtle I A FAMOUS BITER That black rascal, Mr. Crow, was not the oldest dweller in Pleasant Valley. There was another elderly gentleman who had spent more summers--and a great many more winters--under the shadow of Blue Mountain than he. All the wild folk knew this person by the name of Timothy Turtle. And if they didn't see him so often as Mr. Crow it was because he spent much of his time on the muddy bottom of Black Creek. Besides, he never flapped his way through the air to Farmer Green's cornfield, in plain sight of everyone who happened to look up at the sky. On the contrary, Mr. Timothy Turtle seldom wandered far from the banks of the creek--for the best of reasons. He was anything but a fast walker. In fact, one might say that he waddled, or even crawled, rather than walked. But in the water he was quite a different creature. By means of his webbed feet he could swim as easily as Mr. Crow could fly. And he could stay at the bottom of Black Creek a surprisingly long time before he came up for a breath of air. Indeed, Mr. Crow sometimes remarked that he would be just as well pleased if Timothy Turtle buried himself in the mud beneath the water and never came up again! Such a speech was enough to show that Mr. Crow was not fond of Timothy Turtle. Perhaps Mr. Crow disliked to have a neighbor who was older than he. But Mr. Crow himself always laughed at such a suggestion.

THAT black rascal, Mr. Crow, was not the oldest dweller in Pleasant Valley. There was another elderly gentleman who had spent more summers—and a great many more winters—under the shadow of Blue Mountain than he. All the wild folk knew this person by the name of Timothy Turtle. And if they didn't see him so often as Mr. Crow it was because he spent much of his time on the muddy bottom of Black Creek. Besides,p. he never flapped his way through the air to Farmer Green's cornfield, in plain sight of everyone who happened to look up at the sky.