DIRECTONS: 1. Ask an adult for help. 2. Cut out along dotted lines. 3. Insert slots A and B into slots Dand C. 4.Stand your cut-out .
Belle is determined to celebrate Christmas,even thougt the Beast has forbidden it!While she secretly prepares for the special day,someone else has plans to drive Belle and the Beast even further apart. It takes a gift from Belle to teach the Beast the true meaning of Chrismas and bring them one step closer to falling in love and breaking the spell. New characters,Forte,Fife,and Angelique,add to this delightful story destined to become a holiday favorite.
Don't move! I've got a gun.' The man's harsh voice cut through the gloom of the hall. Tim and Sue are held at gun point in their own home when a thief returns to find the loot left there many years before. Together they-make a totally unexpected discovery... A fast-moving contemporary story from the award-winning author of Journey of a Thousand Miles.
First published nearly 40 years ago, Zolotow's ingenuous paean to spring, a time "when everything lovely begins once again," indeed feels reborn with Craig's (Angelina Ballerina) winsome illustrations. Combining full-page spreads with smaller panels and spots, her ink, watercolor and colored-pencil art draws from a sumptuous palette of Easter egg colors that reaches full bloom at tale's end, when spring finally catches up to the lonely bunny in search of companionship. When a sleepy owl tells the solo bunny that "there are always rabbits at Easter," he attempts to hunt the place down. Youngsters will be tickled by this misunderstanding and will enjoy having a leg up on the long-eared fellow. Equally gratifying are Craig's renderings of the antics of a diminutive mouse who trails and apes the wandering bunny. In the spirit of a true quest, both travelers are rewarded for their journey: each ends up with a loving mate?and seven offspring. Snuggling with his brood, "The bunny's heart throbbed with happiness at t
After greatpain, a formal feeling comes... Anne turned to the mirror: Your mother has been dead for over a year,' she said to her reflection. "Your father has remarried.' But the words had no reality. Like a year ago, when she had slowly, deliberately told her reflection her mother had died., the reflection had remained impassive, refusing to hear It lay beneath the surface of the cold glass, untouched and untouchable as a brown leaf frozen beneath the ice of a lake m winter Would it ever shatter?
