The Magic Ball of Wool. Susanna Isern

      THE MAGIC

      BALL OF WOOL

      Susanna Isern

      Nora Hilb

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      The Magic Ball of Wool

      Text © Susanna Isern

      Illustrations © Nora Hilb

      This edition © 2013 Cuento de Luz SL

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      www.cuentodeluz.comOriginal title in Spanish: El ovillo mágicoEnglish translation by Jon BrokenbrowISBN: 978-84-15619-90-1

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      To my father and to my mother, who knits dreams with her magic ball of wool.

      - Susanna Isern -

      To my mother, who believes in magic.

      - Nora Hilb -

      Susanna Isern

      Nora Hilb

      THE MAGIC

      BALL OF WOOL

      The story goes that one night in the forest, near dawn, a large ball of wool appeared floating in the air.

      Light as a balloon, the ball of wool floated through the hedgehog’s window. It was so quiet that when it got stuck on his prickles, the little creature didn’t even stir.

      “Wake up, hedgehog!” shouted the spider in a frightened voice.

      “What’s up?” asked the hedgehog, curling himself into a ball.

      “You’ve got a great big ball of wool stuck on your prickles. Can’t you feel it?”

      At sunrise, the spider on the doorknob (who woke up very early so that she could get her web ready) saw the mysterious ball of wool stuck on the hedgehog’s back. Her friend was still snoring away merrily.