Este invierno

Me llamo Tori Spring. Me gusta dormir y meterme en internet. El año pasado, antes de los problemas de mi hermano Charlie y de tener que empezar a elegir universidad, tenia amigos. Supongo que entonces las cosas eran muy diferentes, pero todo eso acabó. Ahora están Solitario y Michael Holden. No sé qué intentan hacer los de Solitario con su blog y sus bromas pesadas. Y Michael Holden no me importa. De veras que no.

To drenges genvordigheder med et gult næsehorn, der fra at være en tegning på tapetet bliver yderst levende

When Goat finds his friend Pig crying, he imagines all the terrible things that might have happened to cause his distress.

Hop, hop, hop! Skip, skip, skip! Run, run, run! There's a boy who loves to hop -- high and low, forward and backward. And another one who loves to skip -- over the fields, in town, all around. There's a girl who loves to run -- as light as a feather and as fast as the wind. What happens when they all head to the same place?

Head off to work with Bear as he delivers mail and learns about other professions. Rhythm and rhyme drive the clever text, and a full-spread illustration of the professions at the end reinforces the learning and invites readers to go back through the story to spot the different working bears.