The familiar nonsense poem about Old Mother Hubbard and her unflagging efforts to find something her dog will enjoy as much as a bone is set in Victorian times and is complemented by full-color illustrations, in a lively new interpretation....
Sweep, crunch, swoosh, scrape . . . All night long, snow falls silently, bringing forth a world blanketed in white -- and a very noisy day.For at dawn’s light, machine, man, and child begin to dig out: first the big highway grader and snowplow, the...