Why on earth do you need such an enormous blanket?” one of Ursula’s friends asked.
“Oh, it’s not for me,” said Ursula. “It’s for the baby.”
“The baby?” said the other villagers. “What kind of baby needs a blanket that size?”
At that very moment there was a sound like thunder, and the ground began to shake.
Poor Mrs. Huddle. None of her new neighbours welcomed her to Tangletree Forest; none of them would even talk to her! But Mrs. Huddle was a determined troll. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work turning the badgers’ abandoned den into an inn.
Nothing can wake Grandad McAlister from his long winter nap – not a rooster, not a bouncing grandchild, not even a mariachi band!
At first Little Bear was excited when the apple tree’s leaves began to change colour. But as the weather got colder, she grew worried. Not only were the leaves changing from green to gold, they were falling to the ground. How would the little apple tree survive without its leaves?
There were once four sisters who got along very well – until Winter decided she wasn’t going to let Spring have her turn. Poor Spring! She tried to wake the sleeping bears, but when they peeked out and felt the icy wind – when they saw how much snow still covered the ground – they just shivered, and went back to sleep.
Anika patted her snow pony goodbye, and turned to go inside. But just as she had her hand on the door, she heard something behind her. It sounded like a whinny, like a real pony.
When Bailey woke up and looked out her bedroom window one November morning, she saw a long piece of red string lying on the snow. It started under the apple tree, stretched across the yard, and disappeared under the gate. Where it went after that was a mystery.
There was once a little stone house in a hollow in the woods. Oh, but it was a lovely little house, snug and warm and dry! But no one even knew the house was there – except the wind, and the birds and the mice.