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Is your mama a llama? “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Dave. “No, she is not,” is the answer Dave gave. “She hangs by her feet, and she lives in a cave. I do not believe that’s how llamas behave.” “Oh,” I said. “You are right about that. I think that your mama sounds more like a... Bat!” “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Fred. “No, she is not,” is what Freddy said. “She has a long neck and white feathers and wings. I don’t think a llama has all of those things.” “Oh,” I said. “You don’t need to go on. I think that your mama must be a... Swan!” “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Jane. “No, she is not,” Jane politely explained. “She grazes on grass, and she likes to say, ‘Moo!’ I don’t think that is what a llama would do.” “Oh,” I said. “I understand, now. I think that your mama must be a... Cow!” “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Clyde. “No, she is not,” is how Clyde replied. “She’s got flippers and whiskers and eats fish all day... I do not think llamas act quite in that way.” “Oh,” I said. “I’m beginning to feel that your mama must really be a... Seal!” “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Rhonda. “No, she is not,” is how Rhonda responded. “She’s got big hind legs and a pocket for me... So I don’t think a llama is what she could be.” “Oh,” I said. “That is certainly true. I think that your mama’s a... Kangaroo!” “Is your mama a llama?” I asked my friend Llyn. “Oh, Lloyd, don’t be silly!” Llyn said with a grin. “My mama has big ears, long lashes, and fur... And you, of all people, should know about her! Our mamas belong to the same herd, and you know all about llamas, ’cause you are one, too!” “Yes, you are right,” I said to my friend. “My mama’s a... Llama!” And this is... THE END

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Is Your Mama a Llama - Kindergarten Literature Unit

We have another new Kindergarten Literature Unit Study Printable Pack which is expanded to include more activities than our units in the past! Explore spring with this new set based on the book Is Your Mama a Llama? by Deborah Guarino.

Set the stage for your unit by gathering extra books and some toys! It helps to draw your child in and get her/him excited about your learning time together.

Don’t have a lot of toys and books to go along with this book? Ask friends, go to the library, or buy some things you think might be a good long term investment for your homeschool!

Be sure to purchase the book Is Your Mama a Llama?, or check it out from your library. In addition to the main book, I recommend adding in other fun LLAMA books and some stuffed or toy animals to bring the theme alive!

For this unit, I selected several Kindergarten Math and Literacy Goals to focus on.

There are over 20 activities to keep your Kindergartener engaged for quite a while! Many tots, preschoolers, and even 1st graders will enjoy this set! The main focus is Kindergarten but that isn’t exclusive! Below you can see a collage of all the printables included! Click each image to enlarge!

Is Your Mama a Llama?  features six lovable animals using humorous rhymes to help Lloyd the llama discover what kind of animal his mother is.

The printables were created to go along with the story as you will see in the photos below! Connecting your activities to a book is such a great way to weave a literacy-rich learning environment into your homeschool in such a natural and fun way!

Have fun retelling the story and expanding comprehension with our comprehension questions, photo cards, and sequencing activities!

Explore beginning sounds, animal names, sentence structure, sight words, and more with these fun activities!

Explore important Kindergarten math concepts with several different activities.

Use this mini book for some practice with color words!

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“Get up baby, we need to hurry,” the baby koala heard.

– What happened, mother? He rubbed his sleepy eyes, which for some reason stinged, and a strange smell came from everywhere.

- Everything around is on fire, it's dangerous to be here. All who can run. And we need to hurry.

– Why is it burning, mother? asked the frightened child.

- I don't know baby! Mom replied sadly. She, too, was afraid, not for herself, but for her cub. They could not move quickly, like many, and the fire captured everything around in its arms with lightning speed.

- I'm scared, Mom! the baby cried.

- Don't be afraid, we can handle it. Hold on tight son.

The baby grabbed his mother's neck, and she began to slide down. He looked around. Chaos reigned all around. The animals ran away, bumping into each other. The air became tart, there was no oxygen at all. He looked into the distance, from where the stream of animals rushed. There were fires of flames. The animals made heart-rending cries for help. The koala hugged his mother tighter.

Aunt Lama was running past. She burned one side.

– What happened dear? the mother of the koala was horrified.

- I couldn't find a way out. Everything around was on fire.

– I'm sorry dear.

– You can't stay here, the fire is coming here. You won’t run that far,” the lama stopped.

Mother koala understood this herself.

“Come on, I’ll take your baby, it will be easier for you,” the lama suggested.

- Where are you running? the koala asked.

- There is a farm ahead. Everyone is heading there. And we'll see. But if the fire is not stopped, we will have to move on. I will wait for you there.

- I'm afraid! - said the little koala, and clung to his mother.

- Do not be afraid, it is necessary. Aunt Lama is right. That will be faster.

- And if you don't make it in time? he asked plaintively.

- I'll make it! Promise!

- We need to hurry! - the lama bent down so that the baby could catch on.

The llama raced away. The kid watched as his mother moved slowly, and then completely lost in the haze. He whimpered.

“Don’t be sad, dear,” the lama shouted as she walked, hearing the baby cry. “Your mom will get there, someone will help her.”

The baby calmed down a little. “Maybe it’s true, someone will take her on his back.” He had hope.

Lama climbed up the hillock and paused to look behind her. Animals ran through the smoke, bumping into each other. Nature was on fire. Somewhere a fire was visible, which in places burned strongly, and somewhere smoldered. She sighed, turned around, and ran even faster. The baby koala tightened its paws around the llama's neck. A lizard approached them, its tongue hanging from thirst. She stopped for moments and said by herself: “Where to run, where to run?”

- Get out there! cried the lama.

- Thank you! she shouted back, and ran faster.

The baby koala was looking where the lama was pointing. There were buildings in the distance. “Wouldn’t it be nice if this was the same farm? he thought. - Then mom will not get lost if she keeps moving forward without turning anywhere.

Moving farther and farther away from the places where the fire burned, the air became cleaner, it was easier to breathe. Going down the hill towards the farm, the kid lost sight of what he left behind. He felt sad.

After a while they were already at the farm. Many animals got to the farm and stood at the watering place, which people organized for them. People were running back and forth, discussing something furiously. Some did some kind of action with animals. The kid did not know what they were doing, but he understood that they were helping, and he should not be afraid. A teenage girl ran up to meet them. She stroked the llama's scruff and removed the baby koala from it. She pressed him to her, and began to stroke something while saying. Another man, a man, approached them and began to inspect the burnt side of the lama. She completely trusted him.

- Don't be afraid, baby! We are safe here,” said the lama.

She watched the girl walk away with the baby in her arms. The girl carried the cub into the house, and began to examine it, smiling sweetly.

- How good! You don't have any burns. That's wonderful. But you're probably thirsty, aren't you? she said. Let's get you drunk.

She took a cup out of the cupboard and filled it with water. She put it in front of the baby and watched as he greedily drank from it.

- Little one, are you scared? She said with pity in her voice. “Now everything will be fine.

But the baby was thinking about his mother, and he did not feel calm at all. Until he finds her, he will be sad.

The kid was looking towards the hillock. Frightened animals fled from there. At such a moment they trusted the person and asked for help.

Then he noticed a familiar salamander. She slipped under the couch and stayed there to watch.

- Hello! - the baby koala voiced. “Did you happen to see my mother, where you came from?”

- Maybe it was her, but I'm not sure. I saw a bison pick her up. I wonder why they still don't exist? she stated in surprise. - He runs pretty fast. And they were heading this way.

- You made me very happy. If a bison picked her up, then she was saved.

- Yes, yes! I saw! the salamander confirmed once again.

She looked around.

- I'm very thirsty.

- There is water behind this door. You could drink. That sweet girl got me drunk,” said the little one.

Salamander looked towards the door. Then she looked around for any danger, and darted inside. And the kid again looked sadly at the hillock.

He watched as cars with people came here, who ran out of them on the move, opened the back doors and pulled out injured animals. Others brought some boxes in which there were bottles. The kid saw how one man took something out of them and applied them to the burnt places of the animals. He didn't know what it was, but he knew it would help heal the wound. He was a smart kid, and he understood that it was safer among people now. If only my mother was there.

- What will happen now? heard nearby.

The kid looked around. The salamander had already returned, and perched beside him.

- What are you talking about?

- If everything burns down, where will we live? What will we eat? After all, people will not feed us forever. When the fire stops, they will leave,” she explained.

“I don’t know,” the little one sighed. He hasn't thought about it yet.

At that moment a man approached them. The salamander squeezed under the couch, out of sight, and the man sat down next to the baby.

- Well, loser, where is your mother? he asked carefully. - Let me check you out.

He scratched the baby koala behind the ear and began to feel it.

- You're not hurt, that's fine. Sit here for a while, maybe your mother will be found, - he was talking to the baby.

And the kid seemed to understand. He looked inquiringly at the man.

Suddenly I heard: – Dad, what are we going to do with him? Let's leave it here. He is all alone,” said the girl.

- Of course, he will be here temporarily. Need to look after him.

- Can you bring it into the house? she asked. Maybe he's afraid here?

- I think it's not worth it yet. He's not going anywhere. Here he will be more comfortable. He sees his relatives from here, and he is not so afraid. And in the evening you will take him home,” he replied.

“Poor thing,” the girl stroked the baby.

People left a small koala on the couch. He was fine, and they needed to continue helping animals in need. The horse arrived at the farm. She rode on her own. The horse was not wild, but domestic. People didn't understand where it came from. There was another farm nearby, but there was no fire on that side, and she could not run from there. But she was also adopted here. She was tied to the fence, where many other animals already were, and there was also a large trough with water, which was periodically replenished.

“Poor thing, her legs are burned,” the girl shouted, calling with her hands for help.

Adults ran up to them. They started looking at the horse.

“Indeed, she needs a dressing,” the man replied.

The horse twitched nervously when they tried to examine its legs.

The baby koala suddenly wanted to come closer to the horse. He climbed off the couch and walked towards the railing. Woton climbed onto the stake of the railing.

- Hello! he turned to the horse. - Are you in pain?

- Hello baby! Yes, not very nice. Everywhere fire. I couldn't save myself.

- Don't be afraid, they want to help you. I think they are good creatures.

The horse was touched.

- I think so! - she agreed, and asked: - Why are you alone?

- I'm lost! More precisely, it was my mother who got lost. I hope to find her. Haven't you seen her?

- No, baby, unfortunately I haven't seen your mother. I ran so fast, at full speed, making my way through the burning jungle. There was smoke everywhere. I didn't even think I'd be selected.

- What a pity! - Said the boy sadly.

Right there, at the watering place, there was a pig with her little children. She sipped the water, sighing. Her kids followed after her. On the fence next to the koala, perched a parrot. He kept muttering uneasily. Koala thought he was repeating the word "trouble." From the side, voices of people were heard, someone shouted "hold her." The animals interrupted their watering, carefully watching as people rushed after a frightened female kangaroo, in whose pocket a cub was sitting. She ran here for help, but when she arrived, she was afraid to come close, and rushed around. And finally, she was caught. The person with whom the baby koala had already met approached her, trying to calm and establish contact, stroking her neck. They took her inside the yard, closer to the bunch of animals that had gathered here. The cub was taken to be examined. She watched the process with concern. Apparently the baby was healthy, so she quickly returned it. The cub briskly climbed back into his pocket, and the mother, having calmed down, turned towards the animals, assessing the situation.

“Join us,” grunted the pig. “You are safe here.

Kangaroo silently approached the watering hole.

- What's going on! What will happen to us now if everything burns out? - the kangaroo was worried.

- Yes, yes! Trouble! - lamented the parrot.

- If people help us and extinguish everything in time, then I think everything will work out! the salamander thought aloud.

- Maybe! - agreed the horse, which had already moved to the pile of hay brought by the man.

- I think we should move on. The fire is moving here,” said the kangaroo.

“But I think it’s worth waiting here,” the pig disagreed, and her cubs grunted in support.

- I think people are not idle. They will help us. Put out the fire, said the horse.

"I'll stay here," said the salamander.

“But I’ll wait until tomorrow,” the lama, who had been listening silently all this time, finally put in her word. Let's see what happens tomorrow.

Yes, yes, yes, everyone agreed.

Llama Detective Knows Your Motive read online by Erin McCarthy, Cathy Love (Page 3)

I stared at him.

— There is no second corpse, is there?

He shook his head and said:

“I think we should look around the area, just in case.

I suddenly imagined my backyard, all littered with ancient corpses. Great, now the locals will think I'm John Wayne Gacy from Friendship Bay. Only without the clown makeup, and I'm still not a serial killer. One corpse is enough to cause a seething, and even if there are several of them ...

- Okay. Mom said that the guest house seemed to be being renovated after Grandma bought the place. “Not good for grandma. - What should I do now?

- I'm waiting for a couple of forensic experts and a search dog from Bangor. I want them to see everything here. I need you and Dean to stay away from the shed and the guest house. A murder investigation is underway.

The situation has become even stranger. Too weird and too serious.

— How do you know it's murder?

Before I had time to ask this question, I realized how stupid he was. People don't wall themselves up in walls to die there. Judging by Justin's expression, he was trying to find words to say this to me more tactfully and not offend my intellectual abilities. It's good that I'm a redhead and not a blonde, otherwise I would risk not redeeming myself.

“Let’s go,” I said. - I'm just wishful thinking. Of course it's murder.

— How will he react to the dog, what do you think? Justin nodded towards Jack, who was standing next to me, chewing on the knot of hair at the back of my head. I patted him on the face to make him stop.

- Not sure. I don't think I've ever seen him in the company of a dog.

— Just in case, maybe you need to find another place for him for a while?

I looked at my three hundred pound pet. He blinked his long eyelashes, completely indifferent to the oddities going on around him. Then she nodded:

- Of course, I'll think of something.

— OK, I heard that alcoholics see pink elephants, but what about a llama? said our regular Roscoe Philbrick, narrowing his eyes as I ushered the llama into the pub.

“He's real, Roscoe,” I said, feigning glee. As if it was perfectly normal to bring a llama to a pub at three in the afternoon. - It's not a glitch.

- I was hoping that if I had glitches, I would see a model in a swimsuit, and not a llama.

Roscoe can be understood.

Dean, who was sitting at the pint of beer, turned around. He opened his eyes wide. He got off his chair and walked towards me.

— What are you doing? I'm sure you're violating about a dozen health codes.

I nodded:

— I'm sure yes. But I couldn't get him up the stairs to my house and I was afraid to leave him on a leash at the porch, because I have no idea how he would react to a search dog.

- A search dog? he asked, lowering his voice.

I nodded grimly.

- They want to make sure there are no other corpses here.

Disgust was clearly visible on Dean's face. I understood how he felt. It's too much. The only skeletons I'm willing to see are the ones I'm going to decorate my porch with in October.

Jack began to shift from foot to foot. Apparently, he was bored in a new place. Can't blame him, it's pretty dead in here this afternoon. Ahh, bad word choice. I mentally winced.

- I thought we had more visitors during happy hours? I said, looking around the pub. There were three regulars at the bar and two more at the table. They stared at us in horror. I smiled and waved to them. They turned their attention to food.

"Well, things get a little worse in the fall when the tourists leave," Dean replied automatically, as if he'd said it a hundred times before. In fact, it was. I heard him a couple of times explain to the waiters that he had to cut their hours. But I was hoping to get things right. I have a great staff and I don't want them to lose money if it can be avoided.

“Right,” I said. “Actually, I have a couple of ideas on how to get locals to join us during the quieter months. You know, the special menu. Fun activities. Live music. Maybe even art parties. They are still very popular.

He nodded, then frowned.

— Are we discussing marketing when you are standing here with a llama and there is a corpse in the bathroom?!

I shrugged.

— Well, we still need to discuss this. Or something different. I mean anything but a corpse, because I'm trying to distract you from the idea that you were showering next to human remains.

Oh. I think I said it out loud.

A muscle in Dean's cheek twitched. It seems to happen to him a lot when I'm around. I'll try not to take it personally.

— Hello, Jack! Our waitress Brandi greeted cheerfully as she carried away a tray of dirty dishes. And disappeared into the kitchen without a single question.

I looked reproachfully at Jack. Of course, it's rather strange to bring your own llama to the pub, but some people are completely calm about this. And Brandi was definitely amused by this situation, unlike the scowling McStamey standing in front of me.

- Shall we take Jack to the back room? Dean offered in an unnaturally calm voice.

- Good idea.

See, I can be flexible. benevolent. Unlike some.

I gently pulled Jack on the leash and he followed me. But as we passed George Sprague, another of our regular customers, Jack stopped abruptly, causing me to lose my balance. Dean grabbed me.

Jack raised his head, his nostrils fluttering. He moved closer to George, craned his neck, still sniffing, and tried to drag the salad off George's plate.

- Hey! said George, pushing his plate away.

Jack grumbled.

Dean stepped forward, grabbed Jack by the collar and pulled him away from the irritated customer.

"I'm sorry, George," he apologized, fighting the equally irritated animal, but managed to get it to move away. - Beer on me.

"And food, too," George muttered, though he moved his plate and continued to eat.

"Sorry," I said before walking off after Dean and my obnoxious pet. Did he really eat something?

George studied the plate carefully and had to admit:

— No.

Good response, George. I smiled sunnyly.

He softened a little and waved his hand:

— OK.

"Maybe we should lock him up in the office," Dean said as we huddled in the shelved room.

I shook my head and patted Jack soothingly on the back.

- He doesn't like to be alone. Especially in a new place.

Dean looked at me like I was crazy.

— I don't care about the mental health of this animal. I'm worried that all of our clients will leave us. And they won't come back.

I made a face. Why react so harshly?

- And who is the king of drama here? I cooed to Jack.

Dean's cheek muscle twitched again. I sighed.

- Look, I'll barricade him here with one of those tables. I pointed to a pair of rectangular folding tables we used on special occasions. "Then he'll see us, but he won't be able to roam the pub."

"I'm glad you understand the llama shouldn't be wandering around the pub," Dean said grimly.

I ignored him.

- I'll run upstairs and get the oatmeal cookies I made for him. And he will be completely full and satisfied.

Dean didn't look convinced, but he slipped past Jack and helped me block the doorway with a table.

"I'll be back," I said as we locked Jack in. - Everything will be fine.

As I walked down the corridor and up the stairs to my apartment, I doubted whether Dean or the lama were to be reassured by my words.

"See," I said, sitting on the bar stool next to the back door, "he's behaving well."

Ignoring me, Dean poured himself another beer. He took his chair back at the bar again and sucked in the amber liquid.

"I think he's cool," said Dave, who worked at the bar today. He was wearing his usual patterned T-shirt and faded jeans. The hair is gathered in a bun. He's like our talisman.

Jack stood at the makeshift door, watching what was going on in the pub. I gave him more cookies.

“This is our spirit,” I said, smiling approvingly at Dave. - That's who he is. Our Sir Handsome.

— Cool! Dave grinned, raising his thumbs.

"I think he's the gem of our pub," Brandi said, pulling an overflowing trash bag out of a bucket behind the counter. She grabbed him with both hands and dragged him into the kitchen.

Dean took another sip of his beer and turned away, staring out into the hall as if he couldn't take us anymore.

I shrugged and whispered to Jack:

- He's a curmudgeon. Don't let him ruin your mood.

Jack was chewing on the treat, and his lower jaw moved in a funny circle. Dean didn't seem to mind him at all.

Hey Dean! Paul Cormier, who was sitting a few chairs away, leaned over to Dean.

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