Chrysanthemum loves her name, until she starts going to school and the other children make fun of it. She was a perfect baby, and she had a perfect name. Chrysanthemum. When she was old enough to appreciate it, Chrysanthemum loved her name. And then she started school. "I'm named after my grandmother," said Victoria. "You're named after a flower." Chrysanthemum wilted. Life at school didn't improve. In fact, it got worse. Then the students were introduced...

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Three white mice discover jars of red, blue, and yellow paint and explore the world of color.

A variety of meadow animals pursuing their daily activities introduce the numbers one through ten.

How can an ant, butterfly, mouse, sparrow, and rabbit all take shelter from the rain under the same mushroom?

Madeline, smallest and naughtiest of the twelve little charges of Miss Clavel, wakes up one night with an attack of appendicitis.