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I Must Be Dreaming explores Roz Chast’s newest subject of fascination―and promises to make it yours

In the Tall, Tall Grass Clive Gifford Twelve years agoIf you were a fuzzy caterpillar crawling through the tall, tall grass on a sunny afternoon, what would you see? To find out, just follow the tiny tour guide as he inches his way through the pages of this book. You'll see ants and bees and birds hip hopping bunnies too. You'll even hear the sounds some of them make. Crunch, munch, caterpillars lunch Crack, snap, wings flap Beginning as the sun is high in the sky and ending as fireflies blink and the