The Winter Train. Susanna Isern

      

      For Danièle and José Manuel, who have cleared the snow

      from the tracks of our train so many times.

      - Susanna Isern -

      For Irene and Rebeca, my traveling companions.

      - Ester García -

      Text © Susanna Isern

      Illustrations © Ester García

      This edition © 2014 Cuento de Luz SL

      Calle Claveles 10 | Urb Monteclaro | Pozuelo de Alarcón | 28223 | Madrid | Spain

      www.cuentodeluz.com Title in Spanish: Tren de invierno English translation by Jon Brokenbrow

      ISBN: 978-84-15784-84-5

      Printed by Shanghai Chenxi Printing Co., Ltd. xxxx 2014, print number xxx

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      Dawn was breaking in the Northern Forest, as the

      leaves fell from the trees. The animals woke up and

      started to pack their bags.

      “Help! I can’t find my toothbrush!” said

      Wild Cat worriedly.

      “I need another suitcase. Can anyone

      lend me one?” said Deer, who was quite vain.

      “Don’t forget to turn off the light, Rabbit.

      Last year it was on for more than six months!”

      said Badger.