Marble Dog Recipe


  • 1 Shape Bowl
  • 1 Lock of dog fur
  • 1 loaf of marble rye bread
  • 2 each of puppy kisses
  • 3 pounds of fun


  1. Put 3 pounds of FUN in the bowl
  2. Add the 2 ounces of puppy kisses
  3. Add 1 loaf of rye bread to the mixture in the bowl
  4. Throw in 1 lock of dog fur
  5. Mix well
  6. It explodes and says…

“It’s alive!”


How adorable is this? Madison contributed this as a GirlScout 3 years ago. That makes her now 13 and in junior high (middle school). Thank you, Madison!!


Space Lion

Ming Qiao's Space Lionalmost 8....jpg

At almost 8 years old, Ming drew this dynamic picture to illustrate a book she was writing. She says, “I have an awesome brain in my head!” We couldn’t agree more. Ming also loves school, art and playing violin.



My pet is a dog. His name is Toby.

 He likes to play and he is really friendly. He gets really excited when new people come to our house and he jumps on them a lot and sometimes, people get scared of him a lot.

Sophia Liy

This adorable piece was written and illustrated by Sophia L. at age 6. The imaginations never cease to amaze us. There is just so much going on in those little heads!
At the time, Sophia was a Brownie. Her troop was a member of the GirlScouts of Southeast Florida. We thank Sophia’s mom, Melanie, for allowing us to share this piece.

Do you have child that loves to write and draw? Send them our way. We’ll do what we can to help promote and encourage them…

Cloud Foxes

cloud fox turned

Cloud foxes were never actually discovered in the wild, but my pet Cloud fox, Cloudy, told me a lot about them and her childhood. Cloud foxes can float in the air because of their light weight:  – 200 grams! They are extremely fluffy and sooo cute! In fact, their cuteness makes hungry predators want to eat something else!

Cloud foxes come in mostly light colors: yellow, pink, white, lime green, pale blue, gray, silver, and golden. One of the most interesting facts is that they put their own saliva on their heads so they can hang onto trees! Cloudy says that she doesn’t know why; she just craves to do that for some reason.

Cloud foxes have not been seen much ,but a yellow one, named Nina was found wandering around Egypt in 1,000 B.C. in a pyramid .The most exciting part of her life is when a little Egyptian girl found her buried in the sand after a bad storm. She asked her mom if she could keep it. And until the girl was about 80, they did everything together.

Some people think Cloud foxes are good luck. In China, they are thought of as magical creatures that can grant wishes. In Canada, they are known to be a sign to restaurant owners that they will earn lots of money. If one crosses your path in India and you’re very poor, that means that you will become very famous!

greta cloud fox turnedIf you try to surprise or capture a cloud fox, it starts to cry. It starts to look really cute and sad. It makes you feel really bad for it and you start to cry. It makes you let it free.

Well, now I think you’ve learned a lot about cloudfoxes. Good bye for now. And remember, even though they don’t exist, you can still believe that they are real!

By: Greta Reichenbach

Greta was just 8 years old when she wrote this charming story, which was published in our sister magazine, ScreaminMamas. We were so enthralled, we actually thought Cloud Foxes were real! She transported us… wonderfully done! Greta is now in the 5th grade.


Ramblings of the Mind

Raquel Drawing

YA Fantasy Art

Raquel is a 2nd year college student who is a whiz at math and loves art, music, nature and animals. She is also a huge fan of stand-up comedy and Sherlock Holmes. We love the whimsy that Raquel brings to this illustration, pushing the boundaries and stepping outside the comfort zone. We are so glad we searched our archives to find this.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.” – Dr. Seuss

My First Day at the Museum

Today was my first day working at a museum; anxiety had seemed to abruptly overwhelm me. Regret was now currently my best friend. Why? Why have I chosen to get a job here? Out of all of the places in this state! I choose to work at a museum. I didn’t even like this job, anyway. I had to memorize this… Super long script. I couldn’t do things like that. You’re talking about ME. Yet of course, if you knew me personally – I’d probably tweak things like that to my liking.

I emitted a slow, and tiring sigh as my attention averted over to a group of adults, as well as their children. Just at the sight of them, I could tell that my ‘break’ time was now about over. I readied myself as the group had reluctantly approached me. I was standing by one of the wax displays; The Paleo Native American group. I gave a somewhat forced grin at the sight of them.

“Good afternoon, folks! ~” I tenderly stated.

The audience stayed silent, not even giving a nod to notify me that they were listening. I could tell that they were probably bored already. Dang it…

“Now… As you can see here, this displays represents a well-known…-“My voice trailed off as I noticed that some of the audience was actually… Leaving already! This could not do for me. Nope. I grit my teeth. If I continued to explain it like this – in a monotonous voice – the whole crowd would leave before I could even finish this part of the tour! Already… time to tweak the lines.

“Hey! You in the blue… Aheh, No, little girl… Not you… Yeah, you!” I abruptly blurted out.

A moderately short woman shifted her attention over to me. “Ah? Me?” She shyly responded.

“Yeah. That’s what I said,” I shrugged. “Do you have any clue on which Native group that this is?” I inquired with a slight smile.paleo

“Paleo.” The woman instantly responded.

I was quite astonished with that response. No hesitation, no nothing. Wow. “That’s correct! How’d you figure that out?”

“Well, the display is labeled; ‘Paleo’.” She casually stated, giving a chuckle of pure amusement.

I blinked a few times. Woops. I scratched the back of my head awkwardly. “…Right right…” I murmured to myself. How embarrassing. Some of the people in the audience gave a soft laugh in response to my action. Heh… Heh… If I’ve drawn them in like this; I’d have to embarrass myself even more! Right?

“In other words… The Paleo group had taken place over 10,000 years ago. Fascinating, don’t you guys think?” I briefly explained.

“No.” A male voice blankly responded.

I gave a few blinks, processing what he had just stated. I gently shook my head in response to that. Heh, I actually had hope that I was going to be a pretty good tour guide! Hopefully.

“The Paleo group never settled down in an area. They only moved from place to place to place! There’s a special word for that. Can anyone tell me what it is?”

“Being athletic!” A little girl giggled in response.

I shook my head yet again. “No. The special term for that word is known as; Nomad. They were Nomads. They moved from place to place, hunting animals. Large animals! For meat!”

nomadsI hadn’t even realized that I started to ramble on about this specific group. The audience didn’t seem to mind. They were listening intently, like I was telling some fancy adventure story or such. “Bison, elk, mammoths and more animals would be valid for it, too! Well… Heh… in order to hunt these beasts, you’d have to have a ‘beast hunting’ weapon, eh? Well. They used spears. Y’know? Something that you can easily… CHUCK AT SOMEONE!”

Some of the parents flinched, and slowly put their hands over their child’s ears. “Shh… Don’t listen to her…” I heard one of the parent’s whisper. Oops.

“That’s the basic information that you need to know. ONWARDS TO THE NEXT WAX STATION!” I simply commanded. I felt like a captain of a ship. This was actually pretty fun. Whoever knew that I’d enjoy this job, heh. The next Native Group was the archaic group. This time, I refrained from asking them which Native Group that this was. Didn’t want that same mistake to occur again.

“Well. As you may already know… This is the archaic group. This… SECOND GROUP, We’re advancing here if you didn’t know; originated from 8000 B.C to 1000 B.C, they were Noma…-“

“WHAT DOES B.C MEAN!?” A girl had abruptly blurted out.

Everyone slowly turned to look at her, including me. “…Before Christ…” I murmured.

I narrowed my eyes. “…As I was saying… They were Nomads. This group hunted only small animals. Such as rabbits, reptiles, deer, birds, and more. For these small animals they used knives, scrappers, drills, and choppers.”

“Choppers?… Do you mean like… Plane choppers like that? Heh… Heh… HEH!” A teenage boy commented.

Right when I was about to answer, his mother slapped the back of his head. “BILLY!” She exclaimed.

Billy glared at his mother. “COME ON, MOM. YOU NEVER LET ME SAY ANYTHING!”

Both of the individuals had started to argue, and fuss over meaningless things. I shook my head, slowly. “They also invented farming…” I quietly murmured under my breath as I viewed them arguing. Eh. Oh well. We’re done here.

I turned away; “MOVING ALONG!” I announced. That had seemed to snap everyone’s attentions over to me. They followed right behind me, not trailing a bit. I was starting to feel a bit more confident about this.

This group was the Woodland group. I stood in front of the wax display, giving a genuine smile this time. I was starting to get the hang of this thing. “The Woodland group. Can you see things are starting to get more advanced, and complicated to deal with? Cause I sure can!” I laughed a bit at my own joke. The audience stayed silent. I let out a fake cough.

“AHEM. ANYWAY… UUH, So; this group lasted from 1000 B.C, to 1000 A.D. This time…-“

“WHAT DOES A.D MEAN!?” The same female blurted out.

I blinked a few times as I stared at her. “Anno Domini.” I simply stated.


“Look it up when you get home.” I shrugged.


I shook my head lightly, averting my attention away from her. “Now, this group used farming to their advantages. They harvested squash, corn, nuts, berries, and more like that. Keep in mind… This group… WERE NOT NOMADS!” I blurted out, smirking.

sorceryThe whole group emitted a gasp in response. “Woah!” “No way!” “WHAT KIND OF SORCERY!?” Some of the individuals in the group blurted out.

“Yeah, shocking I know. They had tribes, and lived in tikis, or dome shaped huts.” I briefly stated. I turned away. Phew… Last group then I was done here.

I reluctantly had begun to saunter down the hallway, then to the last Native Group. The Mississippian group. “This last group is known as; Mississippi. It lasted from about… Eh… I’d say 700 A.D to 1600 A.D. They weren’t Nomads as well. So yea…-“ I stopped in the middle of my sentence once I noticed a familiar looking male.

I narrowed my eyes, to see if this was real. “D-Drake!? Is that you?!” I stammered, tilting my head a bit to the side.

The audience turned around to look at the male. Drake blinked a few times, giving a simper sigh. He turned around; “Just hold on… I’m coming home…” We heard him murmur under his breath as he did a strange hand gesture. He slowly began to drag his feet away.

I had to blink a few times to comprehend what had just happened. Everyone had looked utterly puzzled to ttattoohis. Reluctantly I continued; “…They lived in villages as well, and hunted the same animals, and harvested too. Yet there’s something slightly different about this group – they invented tattoos, and jewelry.” I had finally concluded.

The group took a moment before giving a clap.



And with that note, they had simply departed. I let out a huff of relief. Good. At least things went well…

I almost dragged my feet back to the first wax model; Paleo. I leaned against it, awaiting for the next group.

This wasn’t too hard, nor pressuring. I just had to seem… Interesting, and fun.

That’s what people liked, I could already tell. I smiled a bit to myself.

This job was okay.

By: Alyssa Livingston

This story won Alyssa a short story contest at her middle school in Cummings, Georgia.


By: Alyssa Livingston

Her eyes were a black oblivion
Emotionless and boring as she spoke
Her mood was always blank,
Just like an inelegant piece of paper.
Little did others know,
Her heart spiraled down
Into a deep, dark abyss
It shattered,
All of her passion and warmth slowly drained out.

Grey she was.
Gloomy and divergent
Broken and dejected
Living in dismay, and misery
Wanting to yelp for help,
But never once made a sound.
She was hushed as the stygian night
She was casted away like a shadow
And isolated like an unspoken word

She attempts to hide her emotions,
Like hiding behind the curtain of a stage.
Behind the stage of society
However, she fails often
Tears start to stain her baby soft cheeks
Her heart starts to badly ache by the grief she felt
And she was reunited with her former friend, loneliness

Her expression was no longer emotionless,
It was covered with pure depression,
It possessed her

Yet her breaking down moment only happened rarely,
Only if she couldn’t withstand the pain
Dejection and misery controlled her emotions.

Grey she was
Gloomy and divergent
Broken and dejected
Living in dismay, and misery
Yet this time
A light had slowly started to spark.

PlaYwriTing, ScReeNpLaYs & StoRies, Oh My!

February 5, 2014 to March 12, 2014

What makes Harry Potter, Bella Swan, and Spongebob Squarepants come to life? Who created the world of The Lord of the Rings, Alice in Wonderland, or The Wizard of Oz? The writer! This program for youth will cover fiction and non-fiction writing for the page, the screen and the stage. The program will encourage students to think critically by breaking down “who, what, when, where, and why?” and dig deep into their imaginations to create their own thrilling tales. Grades 4 to 8.

6-week session. Classes take place at the Art and Culture Center’s Arts School, 1626 Harrison Street, Hollywood, FL

writing class

Please visit or call Kate at 954-921-3274, ext 232