"COUNT SPATULA: TALES FROM THREE DRAWERS DOWN"
What if kitchen utensils, fallen into the underworld behind and below
the counters, could talk? Count Spatula stories were birthed from the
need to explain, “What is that, Daddy?” The following stories are meant
to be read (by a parent?) to children. The more you get into the
characters, the more enjoyable the experience will be for the kids.
LET ME INTRODUCE YOU (MAIN CHARACTERS):
Count Spatula has a Transylvanian accent, but he might actually
be from Italy.
Coli Colander has a sweet motherly voice, is very kind, and acts at
times like a doctor, coach, or film director.
Whisk is hyperactive, so he talks fast. He likes to tell (groaner)
jokes and is quite the scaredy-cat!
Woodie Spoon loves to play games, and is sort of clumsy.
Timer is Texan, or at least has a southern accent, and some of his
words are written that way.
Papa Cup sings and speaks in a very low (bass) voice; his family
sings in four-part harmony.
Chopstix is Asian and has a speech impediment.
The Pastry Tips have little kid voices and are always click-clacking
over one another.
Cleaver, Libbey Ladle, Steak Weight, Can Opener, Paring Knife
Twins, Poly, Lemon Squeezer, Skewer, Cheese Grater, Baster,
Butter Knife, Flipper, Cutting Board, Fork, and Peeler have
whatever voice you imagine them to have!
SOME CONCEPTS TO CONSIDER
The Fall: What has happened to everyone to get them into the
place and mess they are in, separated from the good world they
had once known.
The Crack: That part of the counter where Count and his friends
can look up and see out; symbolized by the moonlight. Several
utensils like to hang out, learn, reflect, dream, and remember here.
It is also where some have fallen through to the Underworld.
The Underworld: What Count and the gang call the world behind
the counters where they live now.
The Other Side/Overworld: Where the gang wants to be and
where those whom they had once known still live—both humans
and kitchen tool friends.
Night: The time those who have fallen under the counter are
“awake” and when those on the Other side are “asleep.”
Day: The time those who have fallen under the counter are
“asleep” and those who are on the Other side are “awake”.
Twilight: That short time in between night and day. Sometimes
surprises happen then.
Turning and Corners: Around the corners of our lives, just out of
sight, are moments that offer surprises and possible adventures.
Such are corners in this story.
BOOK 2 CHAPTERS
#06 STRAINED TO THE MAX 6
#07 BENT & SKEWED 16
#08 TROUBLESOME TIPS 30
#09 OUT PLAY, OUT BASTE,
OUT YOU GO 40
#10 A SNOOZE TIMER? 56
EXTRAS & CUTOUTS 66
#06 STRAINED TO THE MAX
In today’s tale from three drawers down, Count Spatula
discovers something about himself he thinks is bad and
hides from his friends. Can Coli Colander help Count see
that it may be something good instead?
During the day, all is well after breakfast,
lunch, and supper. But after the meals are eaten
and dishes cleaned and put away, another story
begins. Behind the counter tops, cupboards, and
drawers, lost things forgotten, but real, come to
life. At twilight, kitchen tools come together to
hear the wisdom of the Count. There, three
drawers down, is where adventures take place.
"Hey! Everyone! Look at this!" Woodie
Spoon was so excited. A soap bubble had formed
out of a crack in one of the drainpipes and
shimmering in the moonlight.
"It's a bubble!" said Coli Colander with a
"It’s iridescent!" said Cleaver.
"I think it's beautiful and you shouldn't say
mean things about it," said Woodie Spoon.
"Iridescent means it looks like a rainbow,"
"Oh, I knew that," said Woodie a little
"No you didn't," Coli said playfully bumping
"Well, it is beautiful," said Woodie. "What
can we do with it?"
The bubble made one of the Pastry Tip kids
looked like a short gumdrop and another like an
they moved up and down to change shape they
made noises that caused everyone to roar with
laughter. They all took turns until twilight.
"That was fun, but it’s time to call it a night."
Count announced. Papa Full
and Momma Half Cups
called Third and Quarter
Cups to come along with
them. The Pastry Tip kids
clickety-clacked away to their
corner. Soon everyone settled
down for the new day
coming. Everyone except
While on his rounds to count everyone and
make sure no one had wondered off, Count saw
his reflection in the bubble. Hold up! How did that
Way down at the end of his handle was a
hole! Count looked at it from the front and then
from the back. How could this have happened?
I must have done something wrong! He frowned a
very big frown. What will everyone say because of this
hole I have? Count tried using napkins, food, and
pieces of trash that had fallen from the counter to
cover the hole so no one would see it. Nothing
helped. When others asked Count what he was
doing, he quickly ran away to hide.
What am I going to do? I can’t hide forever. Count
heard someone coming, so he turned to run away
again. As he hopped around the corner, Umph! He
ran into his friend Coli Colander but then tried to
“What are you doing, Count?” asked Coli.
Count began to cry. “Oh my, oh my! I have a
hole in my handle and I don’t know why. Oh,
what have I done wrong?”
“Oh Count,” Coli said in her sweetest voice.
“Is that why you’ve been hiding from us? Why
does having holes mean you have done something
wrong? Just look at me!” Count looked at Coli and
all of the holes she has. “My holes do something
good. Why can’t your hole be meant for something
Count was relieved. Perhaps his hole was for
something good. "Thank you, Coli! I hadn’t
thought of that!" Count spent the rest of twilight
with his friend Coli counting all the good uses for
the hole in his handle.
Hi kids! It’s me, Count
Spatula. Isn’t it great to
have friends and family
who love you just the way
you are? I have a hole I
didn’t like at first. But it is
a part of who I am. Maybe
you didn’t like something
about yourself at first but
are okay with it now. My
friend Coli helped me
discover ways the hole in
my handle was meant for
good purposes. Today,
look for ways you too can
be a friend who sees the
good things in others.
#07 BENT & SKEWED
In today’s tale from three drawers down, Skewer is bent and
can’t see straight, so everybody must be wrong. Can Count
help put Skewer back into shape and straighten things out
with his friends?
"Don't touch it! Please, just … leave it …"
Coli Colander was once again trying to play the
doctor. This time it was for Skewer.
"If you would just let me look at it to see if I
"No. Nope. Nada! Niet! Non! Nein!
Whatever language you need to hear it in, please,
just leave it alone." Skewer was just a little hurt,
but very unhappy with Dr. Coli.
"Maybe you shouldn't have been playing on
the pipe like that. If you weren't trying to
show off, this wouldn't have happened." Coli
could be mothering with Skewer. If she had
hands, they would have been on her hips!
If Skewer had had eyebrows, they
would have made him look angry. He,
Woodie Spoon, Whisk, and Libbey Ladle
were trying to see who could balance on a
pipe the longest. Whisk had the longest time
so far. When it was Skewer's turn, it seemed
as if he could balance on the pipe forever.
"Watch me everybody! I saw this in the
Olympics on TV." He swung around the pipe once
and then twice and everyone said, "OO-oooh!" On
the third swing he jumped off, twisted several
times while doing a frontward flip, and landed
“Hurray!” everyone shouted.
"Wow! That was great, Skewer!" Whisk said.
Skewer was a little dizzy from the spinning
and flipping. He turned to say, "Thank yoUUU!"
and stumbled, fell against the wall, and hit his
head. That’s when Dr. Coli rushed over to him.
"I'll be fine," Skewer finally said and hopped off to
go to sleep.
The next night there was
something not quite right about
Skewer. "You guys are playing that all
wrong. Why do I have to explain every
little thing? Nobody is listening to me.
If you would just do it my way it will
Skewer didn't know he had gotten
bent from hitting the wall. This made his
eyes a little off, and he couldn't see things
straight. So when he shared how things
looked to him, he wasn't lying, he was just
Count heard Skewer's frustration and
knew exactly how to help him. "Skewer,
would you help me please?"
"Sure Count. What do you need?"
"I wanted to hang this baseball card I
found on my wall. It is of one of my favorite
players, Tonto Flatware.
Skewer was excited. “I’ve heard of him!
Doesn’t everyone shout, Hi-Yo, Silverware! when he
comes to up to bat?"
"Right! No one knows how to protect the
plate better! The kitchen plate, that is. I thought it
was funny that Tonto played for the Rangers." The
card was of Tonto holding a bat and riding his
horse, Pinto Bean.
I like their team colors," said Skewer. "This
will look great on your wall."
"That's just it," said Count. "It doesn't look
right. Can you help me see if it's straight?"
Skewer hung the picture on the wall where
Count wanted it. He tilted it to the right . . . then
to the left. Because Skewer was bent, it never
"Let's try this wall," Skewer suggested. Count
let Skewer explore hanging the picture on each
wall, setting it on his dresser, then his end table,
and even on the floor. Nothing looked straight to
Skewer. "This just doesn't make sense," said
Skewer. "Even the floor is crooked!"
"The floor can't be crooked," said Count.
"We would know that when we walked on it."
"What else could it be?" said Skewer.
"Take a look in my mirror." Skewer looked
at the mirror.
"Your mirror is crooked too, Count." And
Skewer tried to straighten
"I didn't say 'Look at
my mirror,' Skewer, I said,
'Look in my mirror.' Take a
good look at yourself."
Skewer looked at himself in the mirror, but
he didn't understand what he was seeing. It looked
like he was crooked instead of the mirror. Each
time he straightened the mirror's edge with the
wall or floor he looked bent. But then he would
just bend the mirror. This made him look straight,
going on Count?
Am I going
"No, no, no," explained Count. "Don't you
remember? You hit your head last night. You must
have hit it too hard, and you got bent out of
Skewer studied the mirror and his image in it
even more. The truth of what Count said to him
made more and more sense. Finally Skewer said,
"My momma told me this could happen. I just
never thought it would happen to me. She said if it
did I would need some friends to help me, because
you can't get yourself straightened out the way you
Then after a long pause Skewer asked, "Will
you help me, Count?"
Count was thrilled, "Of course! But it will
take more than me! Do you mind if I ask a few of
our friends to help us?"
"If I want to get myself straightened out, I
suppose I will have to. I trust you, Count."
Count called together Boardo the Cutting
Board, Weighty the Steak Weight and Coli
Colander. With a little bit of coaching from Count
and Coli, Boardo and Weighty had Skewer
straightened out in no time.
“Thank you, everyone,” said Skewer. “I can
see straight again! I am so sorry for thinking all of
you were wrong. When you are bent, you just
don't see things quite right.”
Skewer turned toward Count. “Thank you,
Count, for being my kemosabe! I know now I can
truly count on you.”
“Thanks for letting me be your kemosabe!”
said Count. “And, Ja, Si, Oui, Da, Yebo--whatever
language you need to hear me say, 'Yes,' in,
Skewer, I will always help you to keep on a straight
“Great,” said Skewer. “Now let's get that
picture hung up right on your wall. Hi-Yo,
Hi kids! It’s me, Count
Spatula. Have you ever
thought you were right about
something but found out you
weren’t? It can be really hard
to listen to someone explain
the truth sometimes. Try to be
someone who listens to the
truth even when it is hard to
do so. And don’t be someone
who gets bent out of shape
like Skewer did. But if you do,
find someone you trust who
can explain the truth to you. Be humble and be a
#08 TROUBLESOME TIPS
In today’s tale from three drawers down, the Pastry Tip
kids are clogged. Will Count and the gang be able to help
them and learn some tips of their own?
During the day, all is well after
breakfast, and lunch, and supper.
But after the meals are eaten and
dishes cleaned and put away, another
story begins. Behind the counter tops, cupboards,
and drawers, lost things forgotten, but real, come
to life. At twilight, kitchen tools come together to
hear the wisdom of the Count. There, three
drawers down, is where adventures take place.
"Come back here! Would you sit still?
PLEASE!?" Colander was getting more than just a
little frustrated with the Pastry Tips kids.
They needed to be cleaned, but the Tips
would not cooperate.
They clickity-clacked this way and that and
leap frogged over each other as Coli tried to get
them to be still long enough to unclog them.
"OOooh! They won't stop long enough to even
talk to me." Coli said.
A couple of them bounced off the walls.
Others flipped over each other sounding like
fireworks wherever they landed.
"I'll help!" Woodie stretched out long ways
to guide the Tips back to Coli so she could help
"Thank you, Woodie!"
"Sort of like
herding cats. 'Cept'n
these here ain't cats,"
said Timer as two Tips
flipped over his head.
The Tips weren't
trying to frustrate Coli. They had found a plop of
icing on the floor that oozed down behind the
cabinets. It had been a long time since they had
decorated anything, so they took advantage of
having some icing. Since they didn't have a cake,
the walls! But
when icing dries,
it gets hard and
clogs things, like
the Pastry Tips.
"Count, would you help me?!" Coli called
out. Count hopped up to Timer and tapped his
bell. "DING!" The sound got everyone's attention,
even the Pastry Tips.
everyone! It has been a long
time since I have told a story.
I am setting Timer for fifteen
minutes and then I will tell
"Hurray!" everyone shouted.
"But you must be cleaned up and ready for
bed before you come so hurry and don't be late!"
All of the tips got into a single file line in
front of Coli. Coli just stood there staring at the
Pastry Tips. "Aren't ya gonna hep em, Coli?"
Asked Timer. "Ya only git ten more minutes," he
said rather slowly.
Coli went to
the Tips. The
dried icing came out of a Tip with a "POP!" and
one of the Tips explained, "I am so sorry Coli! The
icing had hardened in my mouth and I couldn't
talk! We tried knocking it out by bouncing off the
walls and tapping on the floor, but nothing would
shake it loose. Thanks for helping us!"
Coli smiled. "It's okay, and you're welcome!"
When the last Tip was unclogged, Timer
went, "DING!" Everyone gathered around Count
to hear his story.
"Just in time!" said the last little Pastry Tip.
"And here's a tip for you: Don't eat sugary icing all
day and then try to sit still. It doesn't work!"
Woodie, Coli and Whisk looked at each other and
realized that the Tips couldn't control themselves
because they had way too much sugar.
"Great tip," said Whisk.
As Count told his story, Whisk was thinking
hard about a question. When Count finished,
"Does it sound
better to say,
'How much pastry
could a pastry tip
tip if a pastry tip
could tip pastries?'
Or, 'if Pastry Tips
could pastry tips?’
Any tips on this?"
Coli giggled, "You are so funny, Whisk!"
"Huh?" said Whisk.
"A better question might be," said Count,
"How quiet can a Pastry Tip be if a Pastry Tip's tip
was tipped with pastry?"
"Oh, that's good!" said Whisk. "Thanks for
the tip, Count!"
Coli and Count couldn’t help giggling as they
helped Whisk, Timer, and Woodie scoop up the
sleeping Pastry Tips off the floor and tuck them in
for another day.
Hey kids, it’s me, Count
Spatula! Are you choosing
good snack foods? I like a
good cake with yummy
frosting every now and again.
But too much sugar can make
some children cranky, or
sleepy, or even act like the
Pastry Tips. Here’s a good tip:
Choose snacks that are healthy
(like fruits and vegetables) and
save cake and frosting for
desserts on special days (like
#09 OUT PLAY, OUT BASTE, OUT YOU GO!
In today’s tale from three drawers down, Baster is voted out
of the cabinets. Will Count get him to come back to the
"I'm out of here!" said Woodie Spoon in a
huff and quickly hopped away.
"Woodie, come back!" Coli Colander
pleaded, but it was no use. The others were still
sitting in a circle. They had been
playing a board game made from a
graham cracker and colored sprinkles.
"We don't need him," Baster
said, "the game will still be fun and I
will still win anyway. So let's finish
the game." No one said a word.
"You shouldn't have talked the
way you did about how Woodie
plays," Coli tried to explain.
"Sometimes it takes others longer to think before
they make their move."
"He was taking too long and my dad always
said the game is better when you keep it moving,"
"I agree, but I don't think
that means you keep rushing
others by saying 'Come on, hurry
up' every three seconds," said
Egg Beater as softly as he could.
"You weren't even close to
winning," Baster snapped back,
"So why do you care?"
"Because..." said the Count
as he hopped up to the circle. Count heard the
whole conversation from around the corner. He
had been helping one of the Pastry Tip kids
remove a sprinkle from his mouth. "…we care
about each other, and we care not as much about
winning the game as about..."
"Oh, oh! As about how we play the game!"
"That's right, Whisk, just like we know it is
rude to interrupt someone when
they are talking," Count said with
a wink and a smile.
"Sorry," said Whisk hanging
his head, "I got too excited."
"I forgive you," said Count.
"It sounds like someone else
needs some forgiveness," said
"Not me," said Baster.
"Well, if Baster isn't sorry for what he said to
Woodie, I am not going to play anymore with him
until he does," said Whisk.
"Me either!" all of the other players said.
"Wait a minute!" said the Count.
But it was too late. Baster was too upset. "If
that's the way you feel and want to vote me out of
the game then I'm outta here too!" and then he
hurried off into the darkness.
After a long silence Whisk spoke, "I just
wanted to have fun playing a game with you guys.
I didn't want anyone to run away."
"We can try to finish the game, with just the
rest of us, Whisk," suggested Coli.
"No … it isn't fun anymore," and then
Whisk just sat staring at the pieces of a game that
moments ago had brought fun and laughter.
"Well, what can we do?" whispered Egg
it takes others
longer to think
before they make
their move," said
what I was trying
to tell Baster about
playing the game,"
same is true in
life," shared Count. "Let's give them some time to
cool down and then I'll go and talk to them."
"That sounds like a good idea, Count," Egg
Beater said still whispering.
Several minutes later Count found Woodie
alone with his head leaning up against a cabinet.
"Woodie, can we talk?" asked Count.
"Oh, Count, I feel so bad
for acting the way I did and ... I
don't know what to do."
"Handling our feelings can
be challenging at times," said
Count as he leaned next to
Woodie. "Knowing what we want
to do before things happen can
be a great help."
"What do you mean? How
can I know what I am going to do
before I do it?" asked Woodie.
"Well, what do you wish you would have
done back there?"
"I wish I wouldn’t have become so angry,
but instead calmly explained myself."
"Good! Now let's use our imaginations," said
"Okay, I love using my imagination," said
"Imagine the moment you got upset with
Baster … but instead of getting upset, imagine not
getting angry and calmly explaining yourself to
"Oh! I see, Count!"
"I'm glad you understand, but ..."
"No, I mean I see! I can see Baster telling me
to hurry up, and me not getting angry and just
talking about it."
Count left Woodie and found Baster
slapping a pipe back and forth with his hair. "What
color are you painting that pipe, Baster?" asked
"I'm not painting a pipe. I'm Captain of my
ship, the SS Cheeseburger, and I'm mopping all of
the blood off the deck."
Count was stunned. "All the blood off the
Surprised at Count's reaction, Baster
explained, "Actually it's just ketchup. I'm
pretending I just saved the ship from a giant sea
Count thought about this for
a moment, "Do you think you
might have some other things to
clean up too?"
"Yeah, but right now this is
easier for me. I'm not very good at
all of that sorry stuff."
"Baster, what if I had ran
back to the others and told them
you were cleaning up blood from
the floor?" asked Count. "You
know, before you told me you
Baster stopped swishing his hair against the
pipe. "Well, I guess it could have made them
worried or upset. But you let me explain so that
"Right!" said Count. "A part of saying you
are sorry means you give people a chance to
explain. You may not know everything about what
is going on. Is that really
so hard, Baster?"
"I guess not," Baster
said, swishing his hair
against the pipe a few
"You do know the
others like you, right?"
"Then why did they
vote me out of the game?"
"No one voted you out of the game, but you,
"What do you mean? I was winning that
game!" Baster said, swishing his head against the
pipe a few more times.
"The game ended," Count explained, "when
you made it more about winning than about the
people you were playing with. And that's
wrong." Now Baster was stunned. He never had
anyone tell him he was wrong before.
"When we do wrong, Baster, we hurt other
people. No one wants to be hurt."
Baster stopped swishing his hair and stared
at the pipe using his imagination. Baster saw the
faces of Woodie and Coli, Whisk and Eggie, and
the Pastry Tips. They were all frowning and he
knew it was because of what he had done.
"You are right, Count. I didn't care about my
friends as much as winning that dumb game.
That was wrong."
"So what are you going to do?"
Baster finally turned to look at Count. "I
want to explain to the others how sorry I am."
"I'll be glad to go with you to …"
BANG! CRASH! BONG! Ting-a-ling-a-ling-ling-ling.
A loud sound interrupted Count. A thin
figure arose from the ground. "Oops! Sorry!" It
was Woodie. "I got clumsy and tripped over that
bottle cap. I couldn't wait any longer, so I came
to tell Baster I was sorry."
"No, Woodie, I am sorry. I shouldn't have
spoken to you the way
I did. I was wrong.
You are a good game
player and I would
hate not being able to
play games with you,
"Would you forgive me?" Saying this at the
exact same time made Baster and Woodie stare at
each other and then bust up laughing. "Yes, I will!"
they said, again at the same time, and laughed
Can you imagine what happened when
Count, Woodie and Baster returned to the others?
Try using your imagination and share what you see.
Hi kids, it’s me, Count Spatula
and I love using my
imagination. I can pretend I
am spreading icing on a
beautiful cake or butter on
fresh baked bread. I can also
use my imagination to think
through what I want to say to
others and imagine what they
might say. How did it help
Baster and Woodie to use
their imagination in this story?
#10 A SNOOZE TIMER?
In today’s tale from three drawers down, Timer keeps
fawlin’ asleep. Might be time fer Count ta hep him.
(Translation: Timer keeps falling asleep. Could it be time
for Count to help him?)
“Wake up, Timer!” Coli Colander said. It
was Timer's turn to putt his cereal ball into the
medicine cup but he had fallen asleep while
"I'ma sorry!" said Timer, "Zit my turn now?"
"Yes it is," smiled Coli. She waited patiently
for timer to take his turn, but he missed. "Oh, nice
try! Timer, why are you so tired tonight?"
Timer yawned, "Eh, I din't rightly know.
Haven't been gettin much sleep I reckon." Timer
first served on a farm in southern Indiana, so he
talked a little different. Coli was used to others
talking different though.
"Sometimes it’s hard to fall asleep," Coli said,
hoping Timer would tell her more.
"Yep. You havin’ sum troubles sleepin’ too,
"No, not at all. Well, not anymore. Count
helped me. He has helped all of us here in some
way," she said with a smile.
"Do ya think he could hep me?"
"Well, you’ll never know unless you ask!"
The two of them hopped on over to Count.
Count was trying to get Cleaver and Whisk
untangled from a game of football. Cleaver was
holding a folded, paper triangle for Whisk to kick
but Whisk got his head stuck on Cleaver. "Hold
still Cleav and I'll have you two … there!" said
"Free at last!" shouted Cleaver.
"Hahaha," Whisk laughed, "We weren't stuck
together that long, silly!"
A strange noise interrupted them. "Hey,
what's that sound?" asked Cleaver. "It sounds like
a bumble bee."
"No, it sounds
like a blender," said
Coli looked around and saw Timer asleep
again and snoring! She was surprised he had fallen
asleep in such a short time. "Timer!"
"Huh? What? Uh-oh, did I fall asleep again?
Did I miss anythin?"
"No,” giggled Coli, "Just Cleav and Whisk
"We were just killing time," Cleav said.
Timer gasped! "Just
kidding! Just kidding!"
Cleav assured him.
"Are you having
troubles sleeping, Timer?"
"Well, actually, I’ma havin’ troubles stayin’
awake," said Timer.
"mmmHMMM, I see," said Count.
"Whatcha doin befer goin to bed," asked Count.
"Well, I reckon I snack some, and I keep
hearin' this lo-co-MO-teve go by."
"Snackin some, ya don't say," said Count.
“Have ya ever tried sleepin on a napkin?"
"Heheh, now who’s the silly one," Timer
laughed. "If that
don't beat all!"
Count smiled. "A napkin can hep ya
cuzit feels so soft and com-FER-ta-bull; it can also
keep the noise from that lo-co-MO-teev away."
"Say, that duz sound like a good idear," said
Then Count asked, "Whatcha been snackin
on neighbor?" Coli and Whisk couldn’t help
snickering because of how Count sounded talking
the same way as Timer.
"Oh … whatever Ima findin. A cukie,
eh pop, popkern, n pop, toast n jel-lee, can-dee,
s'more pop. I really like my pop," Timer said.
"How about meeting me at twilight and I tell
you a gulley-whopper of a story?" Count was
hoping to keep Timer from snacking at all before
going to bed this time.
"Oh! Oh! I have a quick story, Count,"
Whisk said. "How much time could Timer time if
Timer could time time?"
"Not now, Whisk," Coli whispered. Timer
had already sat down by a napkin and before the
Count could answer Whisk, or even start his story,
Timer was sleeping soundly. Count pulled another
napkin over top of Timer and then heard the
whistle of a train. As the locomotive passed by that
twilight, Timer didn't wake at all.
"Hey Count, where did you learn to talk like
Timer?" Coli asked.
"I spent some time on a farm a few years
ago," Count replied. "That's where good old
Momma Grace taught me to spread the icin’ nice’n
smooth like on her cakes so well."
Coli looked at Timer sleeping soundly and
the napkin blanket, "Looks like icing wasn't all you
learned to spread out Count." Then they both slid
under their own napkin blankets and fell asleep.
Hey, kids! It’s me, Count
Spatula. Why couldn’t Timer
get the sleep he needed? Have
you ever had a hard time
falling asleep like Timer?
Food is energy. You
need a good breakfast in the
morning to have the energy
you need for your day. But
too much energy before bed
can cause you to not sleep
well or get to sleep at all. A
good blanket and pillow can
help with a good night’s sleep.
GET ALL 31 STORIES FROM THREE DRAWERS DOWN:
STORIES IN BOOK 1
#1: "Count, Down." The scoop and flip-side on how all the adventures begin.
#2: "Chop PTooey!" Count helps the others accept Chopstix's slobbery speech.
#3: "Wood You?" Woodie Spoon needs help to not be such a hard headed guy.
#4: "Whisk, Away?" Whisk is lost, needs found, and guided him back home.
#5: "Sharp Is as Sharp Does." Cleaver learns when enough is enough.
STORIES IN BOOK 2
#6 “Strained to the Max!” Coli helps Count see the good side of things.
#7 “Bent and Skewed” Skewer gets straightened out.
#8 "Troublesome Tips" Count and the gang learn some Tips of their own.
#9 "Out Play, Out Baste, Out ... You Go!" Baster needs a vote of confidence
#10 "A Snooze Timer" Timer keeps fawlin’ asleep. Time fer Count ta hep him.
STORIES IN BOOK 3
#11 "A Voice to Count 1." Count hears from the other side and has questions.
#12 "A Voice to Count 2." The Voice tells the gang: “You are not forgotten!”
#13 "Grater Nights" Help! Cheese Grater is getting on everybody’s nerves.
#14 "Party at Pans." The gang gets a taste of what life can be like.
#15 "Butter than Before." Knifey needs buttered up to try new things.
STORIES IN BOOK 4
#16 "Count, Like You." Little spat came, got licked, is found again, and missed.
#17 "Board Stiffer." Cutting Board is reminded of all the things she can do.
#18 "Count, er, Flipper?" The gang learns that not everything is as it seems.
#19 "A Fork above the Road." Everyone has an idea how to get fork down.
#20 "Weight, a Minute." Steak Weight’s lesson on how to be a patient patient
STORIES IN BOOK 5
#21 "A Backwards Count." Count shares what he did before the Fall.
#22 "Count Less Friends." Count can’t find his friends and thinks he’s all alone.
#23 "Get a Grip, Poly!" A look at the unique things that makes each one special
#24 "A Little Too, Punchy." Can Puncher learns self-control and to open up
#25 "Double Troubles." How can you tell the Paring Knife twins apart?
STORIES IN BOOK 6
#26 "Squeezed With Fear." Lemon Squeezer is scary until you get to know her.
#27 "The Perfect Stain." Is Libbey the Ladle’s value in her being stainless?
#28 "I'll Find You a Peeling!" Woodie finds Peeler appealing and needs help
#29 "Four Good Measures." A song about measuring right the first time.
#30 "Ting Me a Tong." Will Tongs learn to say his words beeter, I mean better?
#31 "Count, Till You‘re Found." The final story about lost things being found.
Remember, to say, “Hi!” to Count, just email email@example.com
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