title: Who Did It?: Boxed set containing Who Sneezed? Who Burped? Who Farted? Who Peed? Who Pooped?
author:  Ohara Hale 
description: "Helpful advice and scatological humor. Guaranteed to deliver big laughs as well as useful information."<b><br>-<i>Publishers Weekly&#160;Starred Review<br><br></i></b>&ldquo;The books all teach you that it&rsquo;s absolutely normal to toot and whatnot, but that you should try to be polite about it. &#160;Even if you can&rsquo;t manage it all the time, being considerate is usually your best bet.&rdquo;<b><i> <br>- Drawn and Quarterly<br><br></i></b>&ldquo;Instead of feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed while talking to your kids about potty training and public etiquette, read these books with them and you&rsquo;ll both have a laugh!&rdquo;<b><i> <br>- New York Family<br><br></i></b>&ldquo;Young kids will laugh as they learn to deal with sneezing, burping, farting, peeing, and pooping in a healthy, polite way. &#160;With just the right touch of silly humor, Hale&rsquo;s simple explanations make it easy to talk about bodily emissions.&rdquo; <b><i><br>- Ottawa Family Living<br></i></b><br>"If you like potty humor, and I do, these short board books are must-owns!&rdquo; <br><b>- <b>Imagination Soup</b><br><br>***Best Board Book of 2014 by Imagination Soup***</b>
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  uddenly a huge shaft of fire shot from the crater opposite, evolving into an
  inverted cone that made the whole land dazzlingly bright. It pierced the mists
  in the valley underneath, and by that light Jim could see a great wave of lava
  streaming down the mountain sides, like soup spilled out of a bowl.
  
  
  A gush of black smoke followed, and the light went out.
  
  
  "Now!" gasped Parrish, and, clinging to one another, the three darted out of
  the cavern's entrance. Another terrific shock sent them stumbling and reeling
  and sprawling down the side of the mountain. Jim heard old Parrish wailing,
  and, as the shock subsided, groped his way to his side.
  
  
  "You hurt?" he shouted.
  
  
  "Lucille, Lucille," moaned the old man. "She's dead! A big rock crushed her. I
  wish I was dead too."
  
  
  Jim called Lucille's name frantically, and to his immense relief heard her
  crying faintly out of the darkness. He rushed to her side and held her in his
  arms.
  
  
  "Where are you hit, darling?"
  
  
  "