title: The Snow Beast (Andersen Press Picture Books)
author:  Chris Judge 
description: PreS-Gr 2One morning in his picturesque mountainside ski village, the fuzzy black Beast awakens to the first snowfall of the season. Tradition dictates that the local villagers, with the Beast's help, put on a festival to celebrate the occasion. Unfortunately, the Beast has discovered that all of the tools are missing from the shed. The angry villagers accuse the Snow Beast of stealing the tools and send the Beast off to find him. Following a freshly laid set of footprints, the Beast eventually sees the Snow Beast still carrying the tools. Dropping the tools, the Snow Beast is chased by the Beast. A skiing error leads to the Snow Beast rescuing the Beast and the two becoming friends. The Beast helps the Snow Beast to repair his mobile home using the villagers' tools, which are soon returned. Amends are made when the villagers hold their festival inside the Snow Beast's mobile home, an iceberg! Chasing scenes carry readers across much of the Beast's mountain, where there is much to look at in the detailed, charming illustrations. VERDICT This is a fun, snowy adventure.Laura Hunter, Mount Laurel Library, NJ
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  # [1](part0032.html#a52)
  
  
  The snow banked knee-high against the walls of the narrow alley, and my boots
  sank into it as I pressed my back to the cold stone. I quieted my ragged
  breath and listened for the footfalls of my pursuers. They could not be far
  behind.
  
  
  Thankfully the snow-clogged streets were already churned with footprints this
  morning; I was certain those who sought me lacked the expertise to identify my
  own.
  
  
  Before long I hea