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The Curious Moon

The Curious Moon
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Pages: 
29
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A contemporary Hungarian tale from Transylvania (Romania) in verse.Follow the earthly adventures of the Curious Moon as she visits the earth … and gets in many interesting adventures. 

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Pages: 29
Reading Level: Advanced (9 to 13)
Language: English
ISBN: 9780744305562
Categories: Action Adventure, Fantasy, Imagination
Features: Illustrations
Keywords: children, tale, fun, moon, rescue, transylvania, poems, poetry
Date Added: May 26, 2013
The Curious Moon by Sandor Kanyadi Translated by Paul Sohar Copyright by Paul Sohar All Rights Reserved ISBN  Illustrations by Emma Heinzelmann Holnap Cover Art by Holnap Kiado and Barbara Quanbeck Published by SynergEbooks wwwsynergebookscom Kanyadi Sandor is the way the name of the author appears in the original Hungarian edition and that is why it is reproduced in this English version with the family name first followed by the given name  THE CURIOUS MOON The Full Moon wandered in the sky By the same route since her birth until one day she wondered just what it may be like on Earth Wouldnt it be fun to see what a lakes like from within I havent touched clear water yet Id love to take a midnight swim Maybe Ill untie a boat and go rowing for a while or walk if I dont want to float Its always my pale moonlight only that roams the endless roads earthstyle Maybe Ill crawl in a window and straight into a nice soft bed and there Ill rest my tired head Ive never ever had a sleep and would love to sleep now real late The stars can do as well without me while I leave them to their fate This the Moon was musing when she rolled out of the heavens gate And as soon as she rolled off the sky became pitch dark Thats how it could happen that the Full Moon missed her mark landing in no lake or town but it was a muddy brook that she happened to touch down A broken nose then broke her flight She went stumbling for dry ground  There was no town or farm nearby and the Full Moon got a scare She tried calling out but only silence answered her faint prayer Her golden robe was smeared with mud It was the dumbest thing to try to simply leave behind the sky She cursed herself as just a freak while washing her face in the creek And she kept on washing kept on cursing till the playful stream picked her up and made her partner in a waterdancing team Dawn was breaking roosters crowed when our traveler from outer space bobbing in the creek arrived at some builtup busy place A woman came by