Ten Little Puppies / Diez perritosby Alma Flor Ada, Ulises Wensell, F. Isabel Campoy
Count along in Spanish and English as each of the ten adorable puppies disappear from the pages - it′s a bilingual bonanza! Colorful and playful illustrations from artist Ulises Wensell, a vibrant rendition of the classic Spanish nursery rhyme from Alma Flor Ada and F. Isabel Campoy, and a delightful English adaptation from Rosalma Zubizarreta
Count along in Spanish and English as each of the ten adorable puppies disappear from the pages - it′s a bilingual bonanza! Colorful and playful illustrations from artist Ulises Wensell, a vibrant rendition of the classic Spanish nursery rhyme from Alma Flor Ada and F. Isabel Campoy, and a delightful English adaptation from Rosalma Zubizarreta will make this edition an instant family favourite. You can find more information at the back of the book about the puppy breeds featured, as well as the music for the song.
Age 4 - 8
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- 4 - 8 Years
Meet the Author
Alma Flor Ada is an internationally published children's book author. She is the recipient of several prestigious honors, including the Pura Belpré Award, the Christopher Award, the José Martí World Award, and the Museum of Tolerance Award. She lives in Lucas Valley, California.
Alma Flor Ada es una autora de libros para niños reconocida y publicada internacionalmente. Ha recibido varios premios prestigiosos en Estados Unidos, entre ellos, el Pura Belpré y el José Martí. Alma Flor vive en San Francisco, California.
Ulises Wensell is an internationally recognized award-winning children's book author and illustrator who lives in Spain.
F. Isabel Campoy is a poet, playwright, songwriter, and storyteller. She has written numerous children's books, both in English and Spanish, on the art and culture of the Hispanic world. She lives in California.
F. Isabel Campoy es una poeta, drama-turga, compositora de canciones y narradora de cuentos. Ha escrito una gran variedad de libros para niños en inglés y en español. Isabel vive en San Francisco, California.
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