From the publisher:"I live at 165 East 95th Street, New York City, and I'm going to stay here forever," says a young boy. But his parents are moving out West, and he has to go with them--and out West, nobody plays baseball because they're too busy chasing buffaloes, and you have to ride a horse to school even if you don't know how, and you can't sit down because of the cactus! He just knows it will be awful.
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