Divya Srinivasan

Little Owl enjoys a lovely night in the forest visiting his friend the raccoon, listening to the frogs croak and the crickets chirp, and watching the fog that hovers overhead.

"Little Owl flies through the night forest, visiting his friends. One friendly fox says hello. Two beavers wave. Sweetly told, 1-2-3 is just right for learning numbers!"--Provided by publisher.

A loving ode to the natural world follows Little Owl as he glides along on a quiet night looking for things that make him happy, like shimmering stars, winking fireflies and, most of all, spending time with his good friends.

"This young narrator is many things. A daughter and a granddaughter. Selfish and generous. Mean and kind. American and Indian. With heart, humor, and tenderness, Divya Srinivasan shows us the complexity of all that we are, and all that we can be. After all, each of us is so much more than any one thing."--book jacket.

Little Owl enjoys a lovely night in the forest visiting his friend the raccoon, listening to the frogs croak and the crickets chirp, and watching the fog that hovers overhead. El pequeño búho descansaba en su rama. ¡Le gustaba tanto el bosque de noche! La rana croaba suavemente, y el grillo cantaba con pasión. "Mama - susurró el pequeño búho - cuéntame otra vez cómo acaba la noche".

The parents of pearl-eyed princess Cinnamon offer a reward to anyone who can help their daughter speak, a plea answered by an exotic tiger who arrives at the palace, armed with knowledge of the world.