Children's books often take readers to new and unfamiliar worlds. By Nancy M. Kendall 1. Our new quarters we found very satisfactory. Inside the spacious shell, the snail's wide back was extremely comfortable to sit and lounge on - better than a sofa when you once got accustomed to the damp and clammy feeling of it. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle.
Monsoon season begins, lose one turn.
Little raindrops began to fall in the living room. Then a roll of thunder shook the walls and scared the monkeys out of the kitchen. The rain began to fall in buckets as Judy took the dice. When he opened the cupboard, the chief was still sitting on the shelf, looking about him in bewilderment, blinking as the light struck his eyes. Old Mother West Wind had just come down from the Purple Hills and turned loose her children, the Merry Little Breezes, from the big bag in which she had been carrying them.