{"id":489,"date":"2009-03-25T20:45:04","date_gmt":"2009-03-26T03:45:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/?p=489"},"modified":"2009-04-21T20:00:07","modified_gmt":"2009-04-22T03:00:07","slug":"story-the-hummingbird-who-chewed-bubblegum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/2009\/03\/25\/story-the-hummingbird-who-chewed-bubblegum\/","title":{"rendered":"Storybook: The Hummingbird Who Chewed Bubblegum"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\"><em>by Artie Knapp (USA)<br \/>\nthe author has an excellent story site: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.globusz.com\/ebooks\/Artie\/index.asp\" target=\"_blank\">Knapptime Stories<\/a><br \/>\nillustration by <a href=\"http:\/\/kevinscottcollier.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Kevin Scott Collier<\/a><\/em><\/span> <span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\"><em> <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/\/www.candlelightstories.com\/images\/The-Hummingbird-Who-Chewed-.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"360\" height=\"539\" \/><\/p>\n<p align=\"center\">\n<p>There was a little hummingbird in my neighborhood that usually perched on my windowsill. I enjoyed hearing her sing, but I hadn\u2019t seen the little hummingbird for several days. About a week ago, a bad storm came through and blew all the worms away. I felt sorry for the little hummingbird. She must be hungry and flew somewhere else to find worms, I thought to myself. Then one beautiful sunny morning the little hummingbird reappeared on my windowsill.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d I asked the little hummingbird.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust out flying around\u201d, replied the little hummingbird.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you find anything to eat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh there\u2019s plenty of food, but all the twigs and straw were blown away with last week\u2019s storm,\u201d said the little hummingbird in a sad voice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am sorry to hear that. What are you going to do?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>The little hummingbird shrugged her feathers and said, \u201cI\u2019m not sure, but I have a favor to ask of you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure, anything,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan you please give me some bubblegum?\u201d asked the little hummingbird.<\/p>\n<p>I was surprised that a hummingbird would ask for bubblegum, but I was happy to share it with my friend. The little hummingbird chewed the gumballs I gave her, and then blew a bubble bigger than her entire body. She thanked me for the bubblegum and then flew out of sight.<\/p>\n<p>The very next morning the little hummingbird appeared on my windowsill, and asked for a couple more pieces of bubblegum. Like before, I was surprised that a little hummingbird would ask for bubblegum, but I was happy to share it with my friend. The little hummingbird chewed the gumballs I gave her, and then blew a big bubble. She thanked me for the bubblegum and then flew out of sight. A couple of days passed and I hadn\u2019t seen the little hummingbird. I wondered what she was up to. One sunny day I was outside playing when a voice called out my name. I looked around but didn\u2019t see anyone. The voice called out my name again, and this time I realized it was coming from the oak tree in my back yard. It was the little hummingbird who was calling out my name, and she was sitting in a red, orange, and blue nest.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook what you helped me build,\u201d said the little hummingbird.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, since there aren\u2019t twigs or straw left from the storm, I had to build something where I could lay my eggs. Because of your willingness to share your bubblegum with me, I was able to build this nest for me and my family. Thank you,\u201d said the little hummingbird.<\/p>\n<p>I climbed up the oak tree, and sure enough there were two little eggs the size of jelly beans laying in the nest made of bubblegum. It felt good to share my bubblegum in the first place, and once I realized it helped the little hummingbird build her nest it made sharing feel even better.<\/p>\n<p align=\"center\"><span style=\"font-family: Times New Roman,Times,serif;\"><strong>THE END<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\"> <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\"><em><span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\">&#8220;The Hummingbird Who Chewed Bubblegum&#8221;<\/span><\/em><span style=\"font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;\"> Copyright \u00a9 2006 by Artie Knapp<br \/>\nAll Rights Reserved <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>by Artie Knapp (USA) the author has an excellent story site: Knapptime Stories illustration by Kevin Scott Collier There was a little hummingbird in my neighborhood that usually perched on my windowsill. I enjoyed hearing her sing, but I hadn\u2019t seen the little hummingbird for several days. About a week ago, a bad storm came [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[77],"tags":[65],"class_list":["post-489","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-childrens-stories","tag-artie-knapp"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=489"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1406,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/489\/revisions\/1406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=489"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=489"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/candlelightstories.com\/Blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=489"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}