Oh, I had ten little puppies, Ten little puppies had I . . .
Count along in Spanish and English as each one of the ten adorable puppies disappears from the pages—it's a bilingual bonanza! Colorful and playful illustrations by artist Ulises Wensell, a vibrant rendition of the classic Spanish nursery rhyme by Alma Flor Ada and F. Isabel Campoy, and a delightful English adaptation by Rosalma Zubizarreta will make this edition an instant family favorite. And you can find more information at the back of the book about the puppy breeds featured. Puppies have never been so irresistible!
Yo tenía diez perritos, diez perritos tenía yo . . .
Ahora puedes contar, en inglés o en español, cada uno de los diez adorables perritos mientras van desapareciendo de las páginas. ¡Una verdadera joya bilingüe! Las originales y divertidas ilustraciones del artista Ulises Wensell, la vibrante versión de la rima clásica de Alma Flor Ada y F. Isabel Campoy, y una excelente adaptación en inglés de Rosalma Zubizarreta harán que este libro sea indispensable en todos los hogares. Puedes encontrar más información acerca de las razas de los cachorros en la parte posterior del libro. ¡Nunca has visto perritos más irresistibles!
|Product dimensions:||10.10(w) x 10.20(h) x 0.40(d)|
|Age Range:||3 - 6 Years|
About the Author
Alma Flor Ada is an internationally published children's book author. She is the recipient of several prestigious honors, including the Pura Belpré Award, the Christopher Award, the José Martí World Award, and the Museum of Tolerance Award. She lives in Lucas Valley, California.
Alma Flor Ada es una autora de libros para niños reconocida y publicada internacionalmente. Ha recibido varios premios prestigiosos en Estados Unidos, entre ellos, el Pura Belpré y el José Martí.
Ulises Wensell is an internationally recognized award-winning children's book author and illustrator who lives in Spain.
F. Isabel Campoy is a poet, playwright, songwriter, and storyteller. She has authored numerous children's books, both in English and Spanish, on the art and culture of the Hispanic world.
F. Isabel Campoy es una poeta, drama-turga, compositora de canciones y narradora de cuentos. Ha escrito una gran variedad de libros para niños en inglés y en español.
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The Art of Survival Chapter 3- Kristen's POV I am in my room, leaning back in a chair with my feet on the wooden table in front of me. The room I had claimed is paintded a soft blue, and decorated in a modern style- just like I like it. I hear a faint buzzing and nearly fall out of my chair in shock. I recover quickly and grab my phone, answering the call from a girl named Katonia. "Hello?" I ask. "Kristen? We found a great place. A farm. We beat the huntlings to it. It's got animals and food and everything. Come right away!" Katonia says excitedly. "Okay... okay. We'll pack up and be there soon as possible!" I reply, and hang up. I leap to my feet and grab my bright yellow backpack. I start jamming clothes- from dresses to jeans to my baseball jacket- into the bag. When I'm through, I sling it over my shoulder and grab a flashlight, a box of matches, and a Baggie of dog treats. "Wolf! C'mon, boy!" I shout. A large black-and-white wolf pounds in, eyes bright and ears pricked. I have a way with animals, so getting Wolf was easy. The powerful creature howls loudly and bounds after me. "Pack up, guys, we're movin' out!" I yell. Wolf and I run to the car and load up. My excitement fizzles out when I hear the moans. The moans of the dead. * * * Hunter's POV I hear Kristen hollering and hop up. I've got nothing to pack, but I take the awesome wrought-iron lampshade from the room I'd been assigned to. Griffin joins me, weilding a drainage pipe like a sword. We head downstairs and meet with Autumn, David, and Gabriel, who are carrying duffel bags and backpacks. We pile into the car out front, and are zipping down the highway before Griffin's even shut the door. "Close the damn door!" Kristen commabds in a slightly shaky voice. My brother hurriedly obeys. "What's up, Kris?" Gabriel asks from the shotgun seat. "We're moving to a farm Katonia found. She said all the animals are there, and she beat the huntlings to it, so no animals are infected." Kristen explains, glancing cautiously at the rearview mirror. "Sounds cool." I comment quietly. "What'd you say your name was?" Gabriel asks. "Hunter." I answer. "Cool." After that, we are silent for the rest of the drive. I use the time to try to solve the many unanswered questions swirling around in my head. I only end up with more. But I have one true statement. This life is not one for me. Or anyone else, really. But it's the only life I've got, so I'll keep it.