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- PublisherGlimmer Train Press, Inc.
- Publication date2008
- ISBN 10 1595530150
- ISBN 13 9781595530158
- BindingPaperback
- Number of pages196
- EditorSusan Burmeister-Brown And Linda Swanson-Davies
- IllustratorJane Zwinger, Cover Artist
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