Samantha Berger

A child who likes to draw and write stories imagines what would happen if there were no pencils, paper, or other tools for being creative.

A boy who looks ordinary transforms into grumbling Crankenstein on the most "lovey-dovey, yuckiest day of the year."

The school year is about to start, and Bigfoot is worried about all the things that could go wrong--but he also remembers that all his friends will be there.

"A long, long time ago, before email and texting, the mail was delivered in a much slower way-it was called Snail Mail (because some thought it was delivered by a snail). Although it took much longer, everyone agreed that letters were a little more special when they were delivered by Snail Mail. They might be handwritten. They might include a drawing. They might even contain a surprise inside! One such letter was sent by a Girl to the Boy she loved,...

"When monster tries to put on his old underwear, it snaps! So it's off to go underwear shopping with mommy! Will monster ever find that perfect pair that makes him feel better?"-- Provided by publisher.

When I first met my stepmother, I was a little suspicious. All stepmothers are supposed to be wicked! Evil! Downright B-A-D BAD! Or at least, that's what the stories say. So I thought I knew just what to expect from mine. But my stepmother didn't seem to be any of those things. She helped me paint my room. She left me notes in my lunch box. She baked my favorite lemon squares. Is it possible I might have been wrong about stepmothers?

Adorably clad in her pink dress and matching headband, Martha is ready to do just about anything-except say those three little words: I am sorry. But when this sweet but stubborn otter learns that niceties like cookies, piggyback rides, and hugs are for people who apologize, our mischievous heroine learns the ultimately rewarding feeling that comes with saying she's sorry.

A rabbit, deer, and other animals give each other the message that spring is coming.

Snuggleford Cuddlebun, the sleepiest sloth in all of Snoozeville, attends the annual Snoozefest, where she gets free pajamas and other gifts, listens to bands and haiku, and, mostly, sleeps.

"It's December, and you know what that means: Christmas is coming! But this year, the North Pole is in for a surprise. Never in the history of this most joyous of holidays has poop been so popular . . . and children from all over have poop-ified their wish lists. When the news reaches Santa Claus, he declares Christmas has officially gone down the toilet! But with a bit of convincing--and a strategically placed whoopie cushion--from Mrs. Claus and...