Do Woodchucks Wear Hats?

The first book in the series of Tilda Pinkerton’s Magical Hats is coming out this year! I’m so excited I could do a happy dance (even a #BloggersDance!). I’ve put my heart and soul into Tilda Pinkerton to create a series that is fun and informative to kids while being super helpful to teachers.

I saw a huge gap in the system with teachers needing material (for free!) that taught beginning and advanced reading that are fun and creative with great social messages too. So I wrote some.

I’ve been working with elementary school teachers on an awesome teacher’s guide and very fun interactive SmartBoard website they can use in their classrooms.  The process is well under way and each teacher activity corresponds to the new Core Standards (preparing America’s students for collage and career!).  Fancy!

I just had to share the first chapter of the first book in the chapter series. I love the characters to much!  This woodchuck was inspired by the woodchuck who lives at the bottom of my driveway and just sits there, watching you. So, I put a hat on him!

Thanks for reading about my new book series.
Super love from me – Angela Shelton.



“Magic—it doesn’t exist,” Albert said. He was seven going on eight.

“What do you know?” said Madison Mae, his sister, the all-knowing eleven-year-old. They were walking down the road from the general store, as they did nearly every day that summer.

“Magic is too real,” she continued. “You just haven’t seen evidence yet.”

Albert kicked at the dusty road alongside the fields of Grandpa’s farm. Madison Mae had been talking about magic a lot. He thought maybe she read too many fantasy books. He didn’t quite know what she meant by evidence, but he did know for sure there wasn’t any magic in his life.

“If there is such thing as magic, then Grandpa wouldn’t be in so much trouble with the farm.”

Madison said nothing. No one liked to speak about that topic these days. Albert was happy to see the red tractor mailbox halfway down the road. That’s where they turned for the long hike up the driveway.

“I think magic is dumb, is all.”

“Don’t be mean,” Madison scolded. “Dumb is a mean word.”

“I don’t mean to be mean, I’m being realistic,” he said.

Madison Mae thought realistic a very good word and was impressed but didn’t say so. Instead, she listened. Albert was about to explain when he stopped in his tracks. Madison Mae followed his eyes and stopped too.

“What’s he doing?” Albert asked, staring at the thing ahead of them.

“He’s not moving,” said Madison Mae.

“I know … he’s just sitting there. Don’t they usually run from us like crazy?”

A woodchuck of very big size had taken his seat on the side of the road before the red tractor mailbox. Albert and Madison Mae had often seen that very same one scurrying across on his floppy belly; but never just sitting stock-still.

“Why isn’t he running away?” Albert whispered.

“I have no idea,” said Madison Mae. “Let’s try getting closer.”

They began toward the woodchuck, trying not to startle him.

“Grandpa says they’re ornery … they’ll tear the end off of a dog’s nose.”

“I’ll kick it if it tries to attack you.”

“What if he goes for your legs?” Albert asked.

“He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere, I don’t think we have to worry …”

When the two were close enough to get a good look, they stopped again and stared. That’s when Albert and Madison Mae noticed.

The woodchuck was wearing a hat.


Oh I just know you want to know what kind of hat it was. The woodchuck himself tells the children in the next chapter. And yes, of course he can speak.

I’m addicted to YeahWrite!

I just had to share my woodchuck today.

What do you think?


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