Roar!: A Noisy Counting Book

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One day, while great big lions lie basking in the sun, a little lion cub goes off to find some fun.

Roars the little lion cub.

"Who will play with me?

1 red monkey rushes up a tree.

Poor little lion cub! All he wants is someone to play with, but he is simply too noisy. As the little lion cub Roars his way across the grassland, young picture-book readers can count the African ...

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One day, while great big lions lie basking in the sun, a little lion cub goes off to find some fun.

Roars the little lion cub.

"Who will play with me?

1 red monkey rushes up a tree.

Poor little lion cub! All he wants is someone to play with, but he is simply too noisy. As the little lion cub Roars his way across the grassland, young picture-book readers can count the African animals,identify them by color...and Roars along too.

This rollicking, Roaring poem, about a rambunctious little lion cub, is a collaboration of the talented author and illustrator team Pamela Duncan Edwards and Henry Cole.

Children's Pick of the Lists 2000 (ABA)

A lion cub's roar frightens away other colorful animals, from one red monkey to eight brown gazelles, that he wants to come play with him--until he encounters nine other lion cubs.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A lion cub just wants to have fun with his fellow inhabitants of the savanna. But he doesn't understand why, when he roars his invitation to join his game or dance, nobody wants to play with him. One red monkey "scampers up a tree," plugging his ears; eight brown gazelles "race off on pounding feet." Just when the lonely cub despairs of ever finding a playmate, he hears "nine yellow lion cubs roaring just like me." Together, the group of 10 sends the entire animal population fleeing for cover. Edwards and Cole, in their fifth collaboration (The Worrywarts; Some Smug Slug), prove once again that they go together like hippos and water: the prose is economical and straightforward, while the artwork strikes a satisfying balance between cartooning and naturalism. Children should enjoy keeping track of the parade of big numbers and bright colors, while giggling over a fact that the cub doesn't seem to be aware of yet--that he's king of the jungle. A gentle nature lesson and concept book neatly rolled into one. Ages 3-7. (May) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Children's Literature
In a familiar story, the little lion cub leaves the pride to have some fun on his own, but all he can do is roar. That roar frightens all the other animals that he meets on the African savanna including one little red monkey, three orange warthogs, and so on until he meets nine other lion cubs. Then the ten decide to head out for more exploring and have a roaring good time. The story reinforces counting from one to ten and also introduces ten colors. The pencil and acrylic paint illustrations are full of humor and really do complement the story. It is fascinating how Henry Cole skill gives the unassuming blue lizards and submerged green crocodiles expressions and a bit of personality. 2000, HarperCollins, Ages 3 to 7, $15.95 and $15.89. Reviewer: Marilyn Courtot
School Library Journal
PreS-Gr 2-Edwards and Cole team up once again in this vibrantly illustrated rhyming concept book set against the bright backdrop of a lush African savanna. When a restless lion cub embarks on a search for someone to play with, he frightens everyone away, from one red monkey to eight brown gazelles, until he finally finds nine little yellow lion cubs that aren't the least bit afraid of him. Perfect as a read-aloud to teach colors and numbers, the text features rhymes that are both rhythmic and repetitive without being monotonous. Cartoon illustrations rendered in acrylics and colored pencil bring the setting and characters to life, beginning with the little cub's pride of lions and ending with a full-spread stampede of safari animals. A roaring good time.-Catherine T. Quattlebaum, Bartram Trail Regional Library System, Washington, GA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Kirkus Reviews
A lonely little lion looks for a playmate, but his friendly roaring drives all the animals away in this bland counting/color book. Having sent 1 red monkey, 2 pink flamingos, 3 orange warthogs, and so forth scurrying off, little lion at last finds 9 other yellow lion cubs, and joins them for an exuberant, stampedeinducing collective roar. The animals are easily recognizable and wear either cheery (lions) or disconcerted (everything else) expressions, but neither they, nor Edwards's rhymes—"Friendly little lion cub feels a little sad, / Plods down the pathway—pad, pad, pad."—display the imaginative sparkle of Some Smug Slug (1996), Honk! (1998) or this team's other books. Young children may enjoy the safari, but it's a routine trip over welltraveled territory. (Picture book. 45)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060283841
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 4/28/2000
  • Edition description: 1 ED
  • Pages: 1
  • Sales rank: 620,549
  • Age range: 4 - 8 Years
  • Product dimensions: 10.00 (w) x 10.00 (h) x 0.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Pamela Duncan Edwards is the author of numerous popular picture books, including Livingstone Mouse; Roar! A Noisy Counting Book; Some Smug Slug; The Worrywarts; Clara Caterpillar; Wake-Up Kisses; Rosie's Roses; The Leprechaun's Gold; and Gigi and Lulu's Gigantic Fight, all illustrated by Henry Cole; as well as Dear Tooth Fairy, illustrated by Marie-Louise Fitzpatrick; McGillycuddy Could!, illustrated by Sue Porter; and The Neat Line, illustrated by Diana Cain Bluthenthal. She lives in Virginia.

Henry Cole is the celebrated illustrator of many books for children, including the Bad Boys series by Margie Palatini, and is also the author and illustrator of the novel A Nest for Celeste.

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Chapter One

The Hound of Culann


The day was chill, the sounds of the sea lost and mournful beyond the fog-cloaked moors that ran south toward the cliffs. Conor raised his head and sniffed the damp air.

"Smells like rain."

Fergus, riding a huge roan stallion, pulled his cloak tighter about his shoulders and grunted. "What do you expect? It's winter."

Catlin, riding behind with Tully, sniffed loudly. Tully grinned at her. "Say something," he said.

"You jusd wand do hear me talk like dis. I cand helb it. It's by dose."

Tully laughed, but when he saw the miserable expression on her face, he sobered. "It's not getting any better?"

She shook her head. "Gedding worse."

Fergus snorted. "Of course it is, lad. We're dragging the poor girl all over this forsaken wilderness, when she needs rest, a warm fire, and . . . and chicken soup!"

Conor stared at him. "Chicken soup?"

Fergus reddened. "I can make chicken soup."

Tully said, "Sure. But first you have to find a chicken." He waved at the bleak gray landscape that stretched out on all sides. "No chickens here. Barely any grass. Maybe you could make grass soup.

Conor tugged on the reins of his own gray mare and brought her to a halt. "Look," he said. "I'm sorry. I know it's hard. But we've got to find that magician. You said it yourself, Tully. There's a curse on the Land. And with Galen and Blas gone, there's nobody to help us. Unless you've changed your mind about your own powers."

Tully shook his head. "Galen taught me a lot, but nothing like that. I can feel the curse. It's strong, Conor. It's eating away at theLand, at the Alliance, at everything. You're right, we need a real sorcerer, but . . . " He trailed off and stared around, his expression dismal. "All we know about this Myrddin are just rumors. He may not even exist."

"You said you felt something yesterday."

"Something, yes . . . but what, I don't really know."

Fergus snorted again, louder, his mustache quivering. "Most likely your empty belly griping at you, boy. That's what you felt."

Conor sighed as he leaned back in his saddle. "Well, Fergus, what would you have me do? Give up? Go back and watch everything fall apart? You know what's happening. This winter has been the hardest even the Old Women remember. The fields are dying. Sheep going to the wolves. And Diana pecking away at the Alliance, a warrior here, a family there, even a small clan or two. If it keeps on like this, we could lose everything. Everything all of us have worked for. Is that what you want?"

Fergus looked away. "I still say . . . " He spat suddenly. "Magicians. Pah. Maybe we'd do better to talk to those warriors who've decided they like the Roman strumpet so well. That seems like a better idea than wandering around in this damned wilderness without so much as a sniff of your sorcerer."

"Diana was wiser than I gave her credit for. She stored the largest part of her harvests, and now she has food to offer as bribes. I should have paid attention. But I didn't--and now it's too late."

"Dode be so hard on yourself, Codor," Catlin said. "How could you hab known?"

"I should have known! Isn't that what a leader is supposed to do? Know things? Especially when it's the welfare of his people at stake?" Suddenly his shoulders slumped. "Or maybe it's just that I'm not much of a leader . . . "

Tully rammed his heels into the ribs of his mount and came abreast of Conor. "Don't talk like that. I told you, it's magic! There is a curse, no matter what this old bag of farts says. And you're not going to fix it by talking." He turned and glared at Fergus, whose mustache was quivering even more strongly.

"Bag of farts am I, you little swamp rat? Maybe I'll stick you into a bag . . . " He raised one brawny arm.

"Hold on!" Conor said. "Look at us. Fighting like children." He leaned over and slapped Fergus on the back. "Calm down, you old goat. It's this damned weather. It's got us all on edge. But we won't solve anything by brawling among ourselves."

This time Fergus's snort sounded more like the crack of a whip, but he lowered his arm. "Well, you may be right. For once."

"Look. We're all cold and tired, and Catlin's sick. As soon as we find a likely spot, we'll lie up and make camp. Someplace out of the wind. Get some rest, get some food in our bellies, and we'll all feel better."

Fergus made a grumbling noise deep in his chest, but after a moment he nodded. "Up ahead there, that rise. It looks like there's trees, maybe even a spring."

Conor looked over his shoulder at Catlin. "Hang on, Cat. We'll have you all nice and bundled up in a jiffy."

She sneezed. They set off again. Nobody mentioned the saddle packs on their horses, which had been growing thinner for the past two weeks.

No chicken soup tonight. Maybe stone soup . . .


The land rippled slowly up toward the low hills, growing stonier as they proceeded. To the west the pale white disk of the sun sank lower, becoming a diffuse streak of light. A wind sprang up out of the north, harsh and biting, and bearing a whiff of some foul odor.

Fergus wrinkled his nose. "Nasty . . . "

Conor glanced at him. "It smells like . . . something familiar."

Fergus regarded him sourly. "Have you forgotten already, boy? That's the stink you get when you piss on a fire. Wet, burned wood. You smelled it in the ruins of your father's keep."

Roar!. Copyright © by Pamela Edwards. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted July 2, 2014

    Children will have a grand time counting the African animals on

    Children will have a grand time counting the African animals on the safari. It is exciting as the little lion cub tries to make friends but scares them away with his loud roar. This is a good combination of a story and a teaching of math. Great for children between the ages 3-7 to learn simple addition and counting. Great for a read aloud and with assistance or by themselves the children can count the animals. 

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