Cliff Guest: 4 books

My name is Sir Duke. I am a pigeon. But certainly not a common pigeon by any means. Let me tell you how I got my name…I am the son of champion racer Boomerang and the grandson of Da Vinci. My mother was a fine racer named Cherished Secret. Both my parents were both fine champion racing pigeons...

Some stoires make you laugh. Some stories make you think. Some stories make you imagine.....Sing along with Simon the Silly Snail as he gets the blues.....Read about what happened to Grandpa when he got sick...Dance along to Coco when she does the samba....Learn about sir Duke the Pigeon in the series.

Sir Duke flew past the red brick firehouse and the emerald green golf course, past the train tracks and the old gas station. He looked down at all of the people below. Some of them looked up at him and waved. He saw a clump of trees ahead and aimed at them, landing in a cool, grassy field. It was...

I watched the sun go down, it had to be about seven o’clock or so. The sky was just turning from a deep purple to dark. Tonight was Wednesday night, the night that me and the boys jam in the loft. It’s an open mic night, all birds are welcome to sit in on the jam session. Rocket is the host of...