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Distinguished Author & Artist Award, 2014

First Place Award, Great American Song Contest, 2014

Second Place Winner for Poetry

Many Honorary Mentions

Little Johnny Small

Robert MAX TELL Stelmach

 

Once upon a birthday, there lived a boy named Little Johnny Small. But, he was not only small, he was teeny-tiny.

Little Johnny Small lived next door to Big Jonathan. Big Jonathan was so big that he walked around with his head in the clouds. And Little Johnny

Small was so teeny-tiny that he stood no taller than the top of Big Jonathan’s velcro runners.

On Little Johnny Small’s umpteenth birthday, he was given three birthday presents: a teeny-tiny balloon, a teeny-tiny football, and a teeny-tiny pair of shoelaces.

“I’m going to show my presents to Big Jonathan,” he said, then out the door he ran.

“Watcha got?” said Big Jonathan.

“Three teeny-tiny presents,” said Little Johnny Small.

“Well, let’s see ‘em,” said Big Jonathan.

 “This is my teeny-tiny balloon,” said Little Johnny Small.

Well, do you know what Big Jonathan did? He parted those clouds with his great, big, giant hands. He reached down, and he snatched that teeny-tiny balloon, and he blew it up – phuff, and up, phuff, and up, phuff, until it popped, whooshed, and disappeared.

“Oh,” said Little Johnny Small.

“What else ya got?” said Big Jonathan.

“A teeny-tiny football,” said Little Johnny Small.

Once again, Big Jonathan parted those clouds with his great, big, giant hands. He reached down, and he snatched that teeny-tiny football, then he kicked it. That teeny-tiny football sailed into the air. It went higher and higher until it disappeared.

“Oh,” said Little Johnny Small.

“What else ya got?” said Big Jonathan.

“A teeny-tiny pair of shoelaces,” said Little Johnny Small.

Well, you know what Big Jonathan did this time, don’t you? He parted those clouds with his great, big, giant hands. He reached down, and he snatched those teeny-tiny shoelaces. Then he looked down at his brand new pair of velcro runners and began to laugh, “Ha, ha,” he said, and laugh, “Ha, ha, ha,” and laugh louder than ever, “Ha, ha, ha, ha!” He laughed so loud that he laughed himself dizzy. 

Just then, a flock of Canada Geese flew by. The leader of the geese, the pilot, got so confused by all that laughter that he headed his flock straight for Big Jonathan’s great, big, giant mouth.

Big Jonathan clamped his mouth shut, just in time.

But all those geese, flying around his face, made Big Jonathan dizzier than ever. He stepped back. When he stepped back, he tripped. When he tripped, he fell – kerplunk – and bumped his great, big, giant head on a great, big, giant rock.

“Ouch!” said Big Jonathan, then he sat up and cried, as only a great, big, giant bully can cry.

But, Little Johnny Small knew exactly what to do. He ran home. He took all the ice cube trays out of the refrigerator. He put them in his little red wagon and ran back to Big Jonathan.

He put all those ice cube trays on Big Jonathan’s great, big, giant bump, and that great, big, giant bump got smaller and smaller until it was teeny-tiny.

Big Jonathan had never been treated so well in his entire life. He took money out of his own piggy bank. He bought Little Johnny Small a brand new balloon and a brand new football. And he never laughed at Little Johnny Small, ever again.

But today, when they play together, they laugh together. And when they laugh together, they laugh like two great, big, giants.


 

Illustrated by Jon Duguy

Available on CD with Audio Book

(c) Robert Stelmach 2009

Max Tell is the pseudonym for Robert Stelmach

 





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