One by one, injured toys are called from the waiting room and sent out as good as new, until only one is left.
Nora’s outdoor tea party with her toys at the home of some friendly geese is disrupted by Benji, the greedy sheep from next door, but he eventually makes amends.
Feeling neglected when Danny goes to sleep with his new stuffed animals rather than with him, Pangoo runs away to the zoo to live with the real-life penguins.
When no one can find a pink, fluffy rabbit to give to Tallulah for her birthday, her grandmother knits her a pink, fluffy “thing” that they name Milo Armadillo, which proves to be a great present.
A little train goes for a ride, taking all the stuffed animals where they want to go.
Horns, airplanes, and tops. Whistles, gum, and rings. What toys should the children choose? How many candies will they buy? And what will they do with all the things they buy? Open this book to find out and to count with them–in English and in Spanish. It’s easy!
Trompetas, aviones y trompos. Silbatos, chicle y anillos. Cuáles juguetes eligirán los niños? Cuántos dulces comprarán? Y, qué harán con las cosas que comprarán? Abre este libro para contestar esta pregunta y para contar con ellos–en español y en inglés. Verás que es fácil!
Come and explore Mr. Kringle’s special little toy shop, where he spends his days helping every customer find just the right toy. When a box arrives at the shop with a small stuffed bunny inside, Mr. Kringle determines to find him a loving home in time for Christmas. Could the little girl who peers through the toy-shop window be the one who provides just the home he seeks?Meet Teddy, the stuffed bear who befriends Bunny, and watch their friendship deepen as, one by one, the other toys leave the shop. Will the little girl who stared at Bunny through the window ever come back to claim him?Frances Wolfe’s vibrant paintings complement her poignant prose in this heartwarming tale of love lost and found for the young and the young at heart.
Thing-Thing was neither a Teddy bear nor a rabbit; not a stuffed dog or cat. It was something like each of those, and nothing at all you could name. But it had something special. It had the hope that one day it would find a child to love it and talk to it and make it tea parties and take it to bed. A child it could love back. Certainly Archibald Crimp was not that child. He had just thrown Thing-Thing out the open sixth-floor window of the Excelsior Hotel. Oh, dear, thought Thing-Thing to itself. This is bad, this is very bad.