"The happy ending is totally satisfying and will leave readers smiling." — SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL (starred review)
Oliver is so intent on following a blowing autumn leaf that he doesn’t even notice that he's lost his way. All alone at the edge of the woods, he starts to cry. He cries and cries — but he is still lost. And so he rubs his nose and tries to think. . . . With warmth, humor, and faith in the power of pluck, Phyllis Root quietly captures a big, defining moment in the world of a small child."The happy ending is totally satisfying and will leave readers smiling." — SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL (starred review)
Oliver is so intent on following a blowing autumn leaf that he doesn’t even notice that he's lost his way. All alone at the edge of the woods, he starts to cry. He cries and cries — but he is still lost. And so he rubs his nose and tries to think. . . . With warmth, humor, and faith in the power of pluck, Phyllis Root quietly captures a big, defining moment in the world of a small child.