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Fritter's Spring: A Pocono Rabbit's Tale

Fritter's Spring: A Pocono Rabbit's Tale
Fritter's Spring: A Pocono Rabbit's Tale
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Can a directionally challenged pigeon and a curious cottontail help a timid Dutch rabbit find her way home? One stormy night changes Fritter's life. She wakes up in a woodmarsh, where she meets a pigeon named Homer, who promises to help her find her beloved, blond haired boy. She also meets Buddy, who becomes her best friend. Together, Fritter and Buddy, find adventure and clues as they search for Fritter's home. 

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Pages: 147
Reading Level: Intermediate (6 to 9)
Language: English
ISBN: 0-7144-5796-2
Categories: Action Adventure, Animals & Creatures, Family & Friends
Features: Illustrations
Keywords: animals, adventure, pet, juvenile fiction, search, rabbit, pigeon, determination, pocono mountains, woodland
Date Added: June 5, 2013
Fritter’s Spring A Pocono Rabbit’s Tale by Lisa Bauman Wispe with illustrations by Michael Bauman 1. One Dandelion 2. The Volcano 3. Homer 4. The Way Home? 5. The Storm 6. Buddy 7. The Spring 8. The Orchard Bats 9. Caw Like a Crow 10. Responsibility 11. Swimming Lessons 12. Tomatoes and Parsley 13. Hide-and-Seek 14. Sundance 15. Frito 16. Change 17. The Uncertainty of Ice 18. The Great Snowshoe Hare of Timber Hill 19. Surprises 20. Perspective 21. Explanations 22. Cartography . 23. Remembrances 24. The Woodpile 25. Understanding Gallery of Sidekicks With her eyes still closed, Fritter sniffed at the air. It smelled fresh. She felt the warmth of the morning sun on her face, but the rest of her body was cold and wet. She remembered the storm, the crashing noise and the flashing light. Trying to forget, she stroked her ear and sniffed again at the fresh air. Fritter opened her eyes, expecting to see her world washed clean and new after last night’s furious rain, but the world looked too new! Fritter did not know where she was. She sat up to get a better view, but everything looked strange to her. She had awakened in a large swampy area with trees and prickly bushes. Birches and oaks were circled in clinging vines. The vines worked their way up the trees and stretched from branch to branch. The vine stretching directly above her had wild grapes that the tree seemed to wear like a necklace. Not far away she saw another vine with shiny leaves in sets of three. This poison ivy vine seemed to choke the tree it had twirled itself around. In some places, the vines snaked across the ground looking for a support to lift them toward the sun. The ground was wet and uneven. Large puddles formed almost everywhere. The puddles were interrupted by mounds of dirt covered with tufts of grass or ferns. Occasionally there was a fallen tree or large rock wearing patches of bright green moss.