Books with title Breakfast for Jack

Donovan is hungry for a special kind of breakfast . . . BEAR!It's breakfast time and Donovan knows exactly what he wants this morning! Not eggs, not pancakes, not cereal. No, what he wants is BEAR, just like his grandfather used to eat for breakfast!So Donovan sets off to bag a bear of his own, going on an adventurous hunt through the woods, where he stalks and is stalked by an ant, a squirrel, and a dog — but they are not bears, so he shoos them away!When Donovan finally meets a real, big and growling bear, he quickly learns that sometimes breakfast tastes best when it doesn't have any teeth!This story was inspiredby Donovan, a first-grader in in La Loche, Saskatchewan, a Chippewancommunity in northern Saskatchewan that Robert Munsch visited in January, 1990. When Robert asked what the kids liked to eat, Donovan said that he liked to eat BEAR!

In this scary short story, a boy finds his life in danger when he accidentally turns a potted plant into a monster with a very large appetite. There are details of a contest on the last page of this story, explaining how you can write what you think should happen next in this story. The winner may even get to help me write the next installment of this short story series. Tell your parents this short story costs less than a cup of coffee, and will help you practice your reading skills.

Nick Park loves girls. Drumstick legs, cherry-colored lips, dumpling cheeks . . . everything about them he wants to eat up. But he’s dateless and has been since he discovered girls in the third grade, and he’s convinced himself that this is solely based on the fact that he’s the only Korean American teenager in Renfield—the fifth richest (and WASPiest) town in Connecticut. In Nick’s mind, he sticks out like a banana in a wheat field. And now it’s time for him to figure it out once and for all. Is it all in his head or are his suspicions that his heritage is keeping him from a triumphant boob fest true?An excerpt from Girls for Breakfast:What confused me about involuntarily visualizing Miss Hamilton with no clothes on was that she wasn’t even pretty. Her nose was pointy and her frizzy hair always looked sweaty, but I couldn’t stop picturing her naked. I also couldn’t stop picturing Martha the bus driver naked every time I stepped on the bus. I was a perverted Superman. As the bell rang I silently vowed to stop staring at the Playboys at night in order to get the rest crucial to curing me. I glared at Miss Hamilton’s breasts and shook a fist at her bare butt as she faced the chalkboard. I knew in my heart I’d beat this disease.

“What’s for breakfast?” I ask Mum. She’s bustling around the kitchen in her bright yellow apron over her bright pink dress. They stand out against her dusty grey skin. She wears special gloves called Handz-On to make sure her fingers stay on her hands while she cooks and cleans.“I’ll have brainpancakes ready in a minute,” she says.Brainpancakes aren’t as scary as they sound. Well, they don’t taste scary. My mother serves them in plates that look like the tops of skulls. The pan puts grooves in them so they look like brains. And they have brains (not human!) in the batter.Maybe they are as scary as they sound._____________Ace has a problem with what's for breakfast. It's not too much spinach in the scrambled eggs - it's too much human baby!Join Ace's friends Drake the vampire and Accalia the werewolf, as together they try to save the baby from Ace's zombie family!

It's breakfast time and Donovan knows exactly what he wants this morning! Not eggs, not pancakes, not cereal. No, what he wants is BEAR, just like his grandfather used to eat for breakfast!So Donovan sets off to bag a bear of his own, going on an adventurous hunt through the woods, where he stalks and is stalked by an ant, a squirrel, and a dog — but they are not bears, so he shoos them away!When Donovan finally meets a real, big and growling bear, he quickly learns that sometimes breakfast tastes best when it doesn't have any teeth!This story was inspiredby Donovan, a first-grader in in La Loche, Saskatchewan, a Chippewancommunity in northern Saskatchewan that Robert Munsch visited in January, 1990. When Robert asked what the kids liked to eat, Donovan said that he liked to eat BEAR!