ChristArt.com
Login | Support
BECOME A MEMBER
Images Activity Sheets Books Poetry

Little Miss Potatohead

Every day it was the same thing.
The door would open, and someone would come in and reach into the sack.
Then they would take two or three potatoes and leave the room.
Then the door would shut again.

Download this book
social media buttons share on facebook share on linked in share on twitter