Mr. George Says

 Mr. George Says is a preschool to early grade book which offers the simple yet very wise advice of Mr. George, the usually quiet neighbor of a young brother and sister.
The first book, subtitled Feelings Move Like a Circle, is a delightful and endearing story of learning that what we give is always what we receive.
Travel with the main character as he journeys through fear, sadness, anger, excitement, pride, and eventually the happiness of forgiveness to learn the lesson Mr. George is helping to teach him.
Enjoy this exclusive sample:

Mr. George Says

Mr. George, our neighbor, doesn’t say very much.
But when he does open his mouth, he sure says silly things.
Mom says Mr. George is wise like the old owl,
So when he speaks to me…
I better have my listening ears on.
 
This morning Mr. George waves me over while he waters his tulips. 
“Son,” he says, “feelings move like a circle. Did you know?” 
Then he raises his eyebrow to make sure I heard him properly.
 
I drop my yellow plane and put my ears all the way up like Mom says.
“That’s both the bad news and the good.”
He nods his head up and down.
  
Since that makes no sense to me I ask, “What are you talking about, Mr. George?”
He picks a bright pink tulip and says, “When you see, you will see. Just like a circle.”
Then he twirls that flower in a big fat O and winks. 
 
I close my eyes and imagine things that move like circles:
My spinning cars, 
Fire truck wheels, 
Colored stacking rings,
Choo choo train tracks,
Even Hula Hoops… 
 
Nope, no feelings there.
 
That Mr. George must be kidding. 
But there goes his eyebrow again. “Just like a circle.” 
Then he picks fine red apples from his orchard.
 
So I mind my own business…
 
I splash in the fountain and a slimy green frog leaps out at me. 
My heart flip-flops and we both jump up- high in the sky. 
Mr. George smiles and trims the bushes. 
 
So I go back to minding my own business again…
 
My sneaky little sister creeps over and steals my favorite blue truck. 
I scrunch up my fists and cry. Then that baby, she starts wailing too. 
Mr. George gathers the mail and walks away. 
 
So I go back to minding my own business again…
 
Then our mangy cat won’t leave my bouncy ball alone. 
I grit my teeth and chase her away. That furry orange monster hisses back at me.
Mr. George takes out the trash and frowns.
  
And I should probably go back to minding my own business again…
But I wonder if, maybe just maybe, I’m starting to see what Mr. George means. 
 
Just then, my Mom comes home with a new brown baseball glove. 
I’m so jumpy, I squeal. And my Mom yelps with me. 
Mr. George covers his mouth and laughs.
 
I’m so happy I can’t go back to minding my own business…
 
Next, my Dad throws me the biggest curve ball ever, and I catch it like a Pro.
Dad raises me on his shoulders- King of the Field. And my chest puffs out  to match his.
Mr. George proudly walks his little dog. 
 
Now I don’t think anyone is minding their own business…
 
But wait… now I see. That’s because feelings do move in a circle. 
 
My whole family hugs and Sissy tells me she’s sorry for stealing my truck. 
My smile grows so big you can see my missing front teeth. I see Sissy’s baby teeth, too.
Mr. George grins at me and rocks in his chair.
 
Later, Mr. George walks to his door, and I toss him a wink.
I say, “Like a circle. I see, now that I see.”
He winks back and we both giggle.
He makes the shape of a circle in the air and closes the door quietly. 
 
I make a circle with my finger in the air and smile.
Then I go back to minding my own business.
[END SAMPLE}