PUMPKIN HILL
BY ELIZABETH SPURR
Seeds from a plump pumpkin grew into a huge army of roly-poly pumpkins. All it took was a mighty wind to set those pumpkins off on a tumble that would wakeup a sleepy valley town with a rumbling, tumbling surprise.
“Lively cartoon acrylic paintings in autumn colors capture the general chaos of the frenzied townspeople and gleeful children.”
-SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL REVIEW
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