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.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Gila Monsters Meet You at the Airport by Marjorie Weinman Sharmat, illustrated by Byron Barton
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