Fun With Stop Motion

Our Homeschool stop-motion project, in several short video clips.
Compiled for your viewing enjoyment.
With awesome musical accompaniment provided by Raffaele Pulejo.

Bonnie and the Big Bad Chevulous

Bonnie and the Big Bad Chevulous

(by: J)

(edited by Bonnie)

     Once upon a time there was a princess named Bonnie.  She lived in a magnificent palace, but there was an evil dragon named Chevulous.  He was big and huge and fat and a bird brain.  All of the king's horses and all of the king's men couldn't kill this dragon, so Bonnie set out to slay this evil dragon.  She went farther and farther until she found the cave.  It was hard to tell if it was a cave or not because Chevulous is such a slob.  Bonnie conquered the great Chevulous because Bonnie is so awesome.

The End.

Whatever Does the Bluebird Say (By: A)

Whatever does the bluebird say,

In the dark morning of every new day?

Its bright titters, and tweets brighten the sad.

The pretty, cheery sounds it makes are quite glad.

He pounces upon branches, hopping away.

But, makes a stop, to greet the blue jay.

His nimble feet jump to the ground.

By its wondrous beauty, I was surely bound.

  The sounds of other birds, so soft,

But even the slightest noise sends him aloft.

He eats the scattered seeds, on the soft land.
Of, what went wrong, what he had not planned,
was the alarming creature approaching, from his place on a mat,
An ornery being, with its grey eyes shining... It was a cat!
It crept toward the terrified bird, in pleasure.
The bird flew away, as fast as he could, to his nest, where he had a fine treasure.
The little birds chirped in curiosity, as a foreign animal climbed up the tree.
I would not like to finish this poem, but I must, for you, not me.
The cat went away with a tasty treat,
and the air was filled with a sorrowful tweet.
I'm sad to say that the bird is passed on.
Laying cold, and dead on the lawn.

Chevy Poem (According to Bonnie)

                            parakeet   poems

There once was a Chevy named Chevy.
He was very very heavy.
He is  extremely stinky.
He smells like rotten eggs.
He likes a lot of chicken legs.
I wish he would just get away from me.

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The Day When Trees Dance (by A.)

The enchanted trees twirl round and round

The fog hides their dance

Each one does a slow dance in the mist

The older ones just sit and watch,

sighing at the rememberances of past dances

The young coax the old to join in the mid-day sun

This requires no words

The clouds look down in pleasure,

and even the grayest of clouds turns lighter

Each tries to stop its slow cycle of formation as not to leave

But the wind pushes them on

The clouds and birds look back at the trees,

and some birds come to perch on their branches

Sorrow overcomes the clouds;

but they were happy just to have seen the dance

And wish this night never ends

Neither did I

I was watching carefully, close to the forest

And when the trees danced, it took my breath away.

This magic only happens every one hundred years

That's what makes this night so special

What a beautiful scene

But, I am forced to leave

The slow dance went on and on,

and the leaves of the young trees gleam in the darkness

The evening is over

Over until another hundred years from now

Gone

But, I have a feeling I'll never forget;

The day when trees dance

Parakeet Parables Vol. 2 (by J)

One time Chevy tried to be a comedian at a circus. I think that they hired him because they were scared.  Anyway, Chevy would greet the guests with free samples of noodles.  Unfortunately, Chevy only gave out one noodle per person.  He also thought it would be a good idea to show every kid how to blow their noses and he did it individually (and that took a lot of time!).  When the show finally started, Chevy told the crowd jokes.  If you want to hear the jokes, here they are:
'A penguin walks up to a pig and says, "I pork you..."  'And... The doornob pinched the sofa'... 'And... Two vultures were sitting in a tree when one said, 'BLUEBERRY!' and the other one laughed so hard it fell off the branch.'

So, the moral of this story is:  If you see a circus poster that says 'Starring Chevy the Comedian', you should most likely not go.

The End

Hail Vs. Snow

                                                           Snow falls to the ground.

                                                                It mesmerizes me.

                                                              Thousands all at once,

                                                              but making no sound.

                                                                 As not to disturb

                                                              the sugar-plum dreams

                                                                   of the children

                                                                 on Christmas Eve.

                                                                 That is quite polite,

                                                                 if you think about it.

                                                       Whereas, hail just falls whenever

                                                             and wherever it pleases,

                                                                   often disrupting

                                                                 some dreams, and

                                                             more than that, I'm afraid.

                                                                  This nuisance just

                                                                 comes down right on

                                                                     people's heads.

                                                           It grins as it falls with a thunt!

                                                                  on the back of a cow.

                                                           It causes trouble everywhere.

                                                                  It smothers the grass.

                                                                      But its' fun slowly

                                                                   disappears, as it does.

                                                                       Slowly, slowly,

                                                                            melting

                                                                             away.