CHILDREN’S MUSEUM OF HOUSTON
LITERACY AWARENESS CAMPAIGNWe rolled these images out on social channels, asking followers to guess what story the images represented, reminding them they could harness the magic of reading by becoming involved with the Museum’s literacy program.
CREATIVE DIRECTION Jessee Fish
PHOTOGRAPHER
Jack Strutz
SET + PROP STYLING Aneta Florczyk
AGENCY
Razorfish
THE VERY HUNGRY CATERPILLAR
by Eric Carle
by Eric Carle
The next day was Sunday again the caterpillar ate through one nice green leaf and after that he felt much better. Now he wasn't hungry anymore.”
by Robert Southey
“Goldilocks opened the door and went in; and well pleased was she when she saw the porridge on the table. If she had been a well-brought-up little girl she would have waited till the Bears came home, and then, perhaps, they would have asked her to breakfast; for they were good Bears — a little rough or so, as the manner of Bears is, but for all that very good-natured and hospitable. But she was an impudent, rude little girl, and so she set about helping herself.
First she tasted the porridge of the Great Big Bear, and that was too hot for her. Next she tasted the porridge of the Middle-sized Bear, but that was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the Little Wee Bear, and tasted it, and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right, and she liked it so well that she ate it all up, every bit!”
First she tasted the porridge of the Great Big Bear, and that was too hot for her. Next she tasted the porridge of the Middle-sized Bear, but that was too cold for her. And then she went to the porridge of the Little Wee Bear, and tasted it, and that was neither too hot nor too cold, but just right, and she liked it so well that she ate it all up, every bit!”
by C.S. Lewis
"It is dull, Son of Adam, to drink without eating," said the Queen presently. "What would you like best to eat?"
"Turkish Delight, please, your Majesty," said Edmund.
The Queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and instantly there appeared a round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds of the best Turkish Delight. Each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious.
by Dr. Seuss
“I could not, would not, on a boat. I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not eat them in the rain. Not in the dark! Not in a tree! Not in a car — you let me be!
I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere!
I do not like green eggs and ham! I do not like them, Sam-I-Am!”
I will not eat them in the rain. Not in the dark! Not in a tree! Not in a car — you let me be!
I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox.
I will not eat them in a house. I do not like them with a mouse.
I do not like them here or there. I do not like them anywhere!
I do not like green eggs and ham! I do not like them, Sam-I-Am!”
by Lewis Carroll
There was a table set out under a tree, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep.
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming. “There’s plenty of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked.
“There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.
“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice angrily.
“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the March Hare.
“I didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice; “it’s laid for a great many more than three.”
“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked.
“There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.
“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice angrily.
“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the March Hare.
“I didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice; “it’s laid for a great many more than three.”
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