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    The Second Happy Hour Storybook
    The Second Happy Hour Storybook
    The Second Happy Hour Storybook
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    The Second Happy Hour Storybook

    By Martin Auer

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    Why is this book called “The Happy Hour Storybook”?
    One: Because there are stories in it.
    Two: Because the author hopes they will make you happy.
    Three: Because between 5pm and 6pm your mom or dad will read them to you for free. (And it is always between 5pm and 6pm somewhere on this planet.)
    Four: Because the author's surname is pronounced more or less like the hour in happy hour.
    Now you know.

    These are wake-up stories rather than bed-time stories, stories to wake your child's curiosity, creativity and original thinking. They first appeared in English in India's "Parenting" magazine. The author has been awarded the Austrian Children's Book Prize three times and has been nominated for the Hans-Christian-Andersen-Medal.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMartin Auer
    Release dateFeb 16, 2011
    ISBN9781458004789
    The Second Happy Hour Storybook
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    Martin Auer

    Scroll down for English bio Martin Auer wurde 1951 in Wien geboren. Er hat die Universität besucht und dort ein Jahr lang das Studium von Germanistik und Geschichte und dann ein weiteres Jahr das Dolmetsch-Studium geschwänzt. Stattdessen hat er Theater gespielt. War sieben Jahre lang Schauspieler, Dramaturg und Musiker am „Theater im Künstlerhaus“. Hat dann eine Band gegründet. Ist als Liedermacher aufgetreten. Hat Gitarreunterricht gegeben. Die Weltrevolution vorbereitet (gratis). Als Texter für Werbung und Public Relations Übertriebenes, Unwahres und Einseitiges verbreitet (für Geld). Für Zeitungen gearbeitet. Sich zum Zauberkünstler ausgebildet. Ist bei Betriebsfesten und Kindergeburtstagen aufgetreten. Hat irgendwann einmal auch ein Kinderbuch geschrieben. Das 1986 veröffentlicht wurde. Seither betrachtet er sich als Schriftsteller und hat aus diesem Grund noch über vierzig weitere Bücher geschrieben, davon ca. zwei Drittel für Kinder. Auch einige Preise eingeheimst, z.B. den Kinderbuchpreis des Kultusministers von Nordrhein-Westfalen 1990, den Österreichischen Kinder- und Jugendbuchpreis 1994, 1998 und 2000, den Förderpreis des österreichischen Bundesministeriums für Verkehr (das damals auch für Wissenschaft und Kunst zuständig war) 1996 und den Jugendbuchpreis der Stadt Wien 1997 und 2002. Er wurde nominiert für den Deutschen Jugendliteraturpreis 1997, und für den internationalen Hans-Christian Andersen-Preis 1997. 2005 wurde ihm für Verdienste um die Republik Österreich der Berufstitel Professor verliehen, was er ehrend, aber auch irgendwie lustig findet. Martin Auer ist Vater einer erwachsenen Tochter, Großvater von zwei etwas jüngeren Enkeln und Vater einer kleinen Tochter. Er lebt in Wien und hat keine Katzen. Martin Auer (pronounce as in “happy hour”)was born in 1951 in Vienna, Austria. He attended university but never really studied anything there. He was an actor, a musician, a singer-songwriter, a teacher, a journalist, a stage magician, a copy-writer for public relations agencies. His first book was published in 1986, and since then he has been a free lance writer. By now he has published over 40 books, among them childrens books which have won various awards and have been translated into several different languages.

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      The Second Happy Hour Storybook - Martin Auer

      Martin Auer

      The Second Happy Hour Story Book

      Copyright 2011 Martin Auer

      Smashwords edition

      Cover illustration by Christine Sormann

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      Contents

      When it was Monday

      The Blue Meadow

      The Colored Sky

      The Devil and the Watchmaker

      The Fairground Attraction

      The Flower

      The Great Ball

      The Kitty

      The Little Golden Horse

      The Old Dinosaur

      The Piggy Bank

      The Short and Sad Story about the Pencil and the Moon

      The Small, Small Pig With the Big, Big Appetite

      The Smile

      The World in the Box

      When Victoria was at home all alone

      The Giant and the Mouse

      Tidying up my Room

      Why there are Yellow Caterpillars with Red Stripes

      Why?

      When it was Monday

      The Little Princess woke up in the morning. She opened her eyes and looked at the silken canopy of her four-poster bed for a while. Then she said: I think it is Monday today. Yes, I definitely think it is Monday, and I think I am right. And it was something very important that she had said there.

      The Little Princess got out of bed, put on her silken slippers and went to the bathroom. She sat on her golden toilet bowl for a while, then she got up and flushed and washed her hands in the basin that was made of the finest Chinese porcelain. She brushed her teeth with her silver toothbrush and the toothpaste that smelled of honey and spices. She combed her hair with the ivory comb and the brush that was inlaid with amber and pearls. She looked at herself in the crystal mirror and waved. Then she left the bathroom. When she closed the door, the door handle broke off.

      The Little Princess went to her breakfast room and sat down at the table. There was milk and cocoa and juice and there were five sorts of cake and three sorts of bread and fifteen different sorts of jam to choose from and butter and honey. The Little Princess sat down on her chair, drank some milk and ate some toasted bread with butter and strawberry jam. She wiped her mouth with the embroidered napkin, put the napkin back on the table and left the breakfast room. She closed the door, and the door handle broke off. Just as she had known it would.

      The Little Princess went to the room that was marked Stables. In this room, there was her rocking horse. The Little Princess climbed on her rocking horse and rode for a while. She held the reins and said Gee! and Whoa! and Giddyap! and the horse obeyed her every command and rocked faster and slower just as she wished. After a while, she climbed down again. She hugged the rocking horse and whispered something in its ear but we will never know what that was. Then she kissed it and left the room. When she closed the door, the door handle broke off. The room marked Stables was locked and would stay locked. The Little Princess knew that.

      The Little Princess went to the room where she kept her dolls. She played with her dolls for a while, dressed them in their best clothes and combed their hair. She held the baby doll in her lap and put the little bottle in its mouth. Then she pressed the button on the baby’s belly and the baby gave a little burp. She pressed the button again and the baby said: Mummy! The Little Princess put the baby in its cradle and sang a lullaby until the baby slept. She hugged the Teddy and kissed Little Bunny. She sang another lullaby, and this time all the dolls fell asleep and the Teddy and Little Bunny too. The Little Princess left the room on tiptoe. When she closed the door, the door handle broke off. The Little Princess had expected this.

      The Little Princess went to the closet where she had all her dresses. Some of the dresses were made of silk and others of brocade and others of velvet. Some were adorned with lace and others were embroidered. Some had buttons made of silver and others had buttons made of gold and others had buttons made of pearls and precious stones. There were dresses for the morning and dresses for the afternoon and dresses for the evening. There were special dresses for birthday parties and others for visiting uncles and aunts. There were also shoes in all colors, dancing shoes and birthday party shoes and visiting shoes and riding boots and sandals, and there were all sorts of coats and raincoats and jackets made of wool or linen or felt or leather. And of course, there were handbags and purses and umbrellas and parasols and gloves. The Little Princess took off her nightgown. She put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt and a sweater and a pair of running shoes and a baseball cap. She chose a brown leather bag that

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