She wriggled into the one space left and made herself comfortable on top of the great bears nose. Along came a meadow mouse, no bigger than an acorn. It was pulled and bulged to many times its size, but Barba's good knitting held fast. The animals were packed in as tightly as could be, but what animal would argue with a bear? The mittens swelled and stretched. He spied the mitten all plumped up, not being one to be left out in the cold, he began to nose his way in. The fox poked his muzzle in when the mole, the rabbit, the hedgehog, the owl and the badger, saw his shiny teeth. A waft of warm steam rose in the air and a fox, trotting by stopped to investigate just the sight of the cozy mitten made him feel drowsy.
It started snowing, but the animals were snug in the mitten. There was no room left, but when they saw his diggers, they gave him the thumb. The mole, the rabbit, the hedgehog and the owl were not pleased. Hop through the snow appeared a badger, he eyed the mitten and began to climb in. As soon as the hedgehog disappeared into the mitten, a big owl attracted by the commotion swooped down when he decided to move in also the mole, the rabbit and the hedgehog grumbled, but when they saw the owl's glint he talons, they quickly let him in. The mole and the rabbit were bumped and jostled, but not being won to argue with someone covered with prickles. He decided to move into the mitten and warm himself. Next, a hedgehog came snuffling along, having spent the day looking under wet leaves for things to eat. The mole didn't think there was room for both of them, but when he saw the rabbit's big kickers, he moved over.
It was then that he saw the mitten and he wriggled in feet first. He stopped for a moment to admire his winter coat. So he decided to stay, a snowshoe rabbit came hopping by. It was cozy and warm and just the right size. A mole tired from tunneling along discovered the mitten and burrowed inside. So off Nicki went, and it wasn't long until one of his new mittens dropped in the snow and was left behind.
After she finished, she said, when you come home, first I will look to see if you are safe and sound, but then I will look to see if you still have your Snow White mittens. But Nikki wanted Snow White mittens and finally, bob I made them. If you drop one in the snow, she warned, you'll never find it. At first, his grandmother Baba did not want to knit white mittens. Once there was a boy named Nikki, who wanted his new mittens made from wool as white as snow. It's about snow and animals, two things that I love, and I hope you will, too. Hi, this is Jan Pratt, and I'd like to read you my book, the mitten.
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