Long ago, when theworld was brand new, all birds were naked. It wasn't fair. Foxes had fur.Turtles had shells. Birds deserved warm coats, too. Disgruntled, theyapproach the first full spring moon for advice. Birds of all shapes and sizesattend the meeting. Everyone except Peacock. He arrives on the scene late, tofind his friends covered with warm, colorful feathers. "Look at Peacock! He'sstill naked!" All the birds stare at poor Peacock trembling in the cold nightair. What will Peacock and his friends do? Find out in this beautiful andcharming pourquoi storyabout kindness. Award-winning authorJacqueline Jules blends folktale motifs from around the world to offer anoriginal explanation for why the peacock has such beautiful feathers. An appendix provides more informationabout peacocks. Helen Cann's stunning illustrations give young readers funopportunities to identify the colors and plant life of spring. Feathers for Peacock is a gentlyhumorous tale of generosity and friendship.
JacquelineJules is theauthor of over two dozen books for children, including the award-winning ZapatoPower series and Never Say a Mean Word Again: A Tale from Medieval Spain.A former school librarian and teacher, Jacqueline enjoys visiting schools toshare her passion for reading and writing. She is a word person, who lovesrearranging words on the page, the same way people have fun fitting the piecesof a jigsaw puzzle together. She lives in Arlington, Virginia. Helen Cann's illustrations have graced the pages ofalmost thirty books. She has won several international awards, includingthe NautilusAward and Junior Library Guild Award for LittleLeap Forward and NewYork's Bank Street College award for Brigid's Cloak. Her books have been exhibitedaround the world. She loves to travel and has seen the Northern Lights,slept in an igloo, eaten reindeer with Sami herders, and journeyed 1,300 milesin a sailing boat across the North Atlantic searching for whales. Havingpainted in studios of all shapes and sizes, she now stirs up inspiration abovethe sugary smells of a milkshake shop in seaside Brighton, UK.