title: The Snowflake : A Water Cycle Story
author:  Neil Waldman 
description: Grade 1-5-A beautiful take on the water cycle. Waldman traces the journey of a single drop of water throughout the year, with each month receiving its own spread. The water begins as a snowflake that melts into a droplet, flows into the ground, bubbles up in a spring, flows into a farm's irrigation system, evaporates into the morning fog, becomes part of a cloud, rains down, enters a plumbing system, washes a little girl's face, flows out to the ocean, gets swept onto the shore and evaporates into the sky to become a snowflake once more. The clear text is undeniably lyrical: "It flowed past fields of waving sea grasses, over corals of many colors, and into the mouth of a great striped fish." The real stunners here, though, are the dazzling, cool-toned paintings that convey the wonders of nature with delicate precision. A must for libraries and science classrooms.<BR><I>Kathleen Kelly MacMillan, Maryland School for the Deaf, Columbia</I><BR>Copyright &copy; Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
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  Beta Tester, Book 4
  
  
  By Rachel Ford
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Frosty wind made moan;
  
  
  Earth stood hard as iron,
  
  
  Water like a stone;
  
  
  Snow had fallen, snow on snow.
  
  
  - From In the Bleak Midwinter
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ##  Chapter One
  
  
  Jack woke spluttering. A great, icy snowflake had fallen on his nose, and sent
  such a shiver through him that he could not sleep through it. It wasn’t just
  the snowflake, though. He seemed to hear a voice, low and soft and faraway.
  
  
  It was singing. He stared up at the gray sky, and the snowflakes falling fast
  and hard toward him.
  
  
  “Frosty wind made moan,” the voice said. “Earth stood hard as iron.”
  
  
  Jack pushed himself to a half sitting position and glanced around. He could
  see nothing but gray morning and endless, white snow.
  
  
  The voice went on. “Water like a stone…”
  
  
  Jack blinked. Water. Where the hell is the water? He’d been at sea on a raft
  for a day and a half. When he’d closed his eyes to slee