Linda Terheyden

A small boy imagines what it would be like to have his own rainbow to play with.

Story records the sights on a day trip to the city and back home again to the country. Accompanying book is an 'upside-down book' with black and white illustrations, and the trip to the city is read from front to back and the return trip, from back to front.

Lilting rhyme and profuse illustrations put forth the premise that anything that contains something else can be considered a house.

The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast lunch and dinner. But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed things like mashed potatoes. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers. Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse. The...