The miller can't sleep, bothered by many intruders. To chase them away, his mill will turn faster and faster.

Mimi cracra was born in 1975. From the pencil of Agnès Rosenstiehl for the magazine "Pomme d'api", this little girl with pink cheeks and brown hair, who is easy to identify with, takes us with humour into her daily adventures.

Ranger Rob is an energetic young explorer who travels the Great Adventure Park with his friends, flying from vine to vine or snowboarding. From the jungle to the snowy mountains and from the desert to the forest, there is so much to do and discover in this extraordinary park!

This book is a collection of poems by Paul Bergèse, a French poet, who has written a series of poems about trees and their relationship with the world, and who has written a series of poems about trees and their relationship with the world. The tree has a soul that must be cared for.

Being eight years old and alone in the polar immensity...

Tom throws his plastic bag into the bushes: with a hole in it, it's no longer useful. Not everyone thinks so! Helped by the wind, the bag will pass through all the hands and prove its usefulness more than once.

Léon Melon is a tall, stern man who always leaves his house wearing his round hat, "black as coal". He looks with a grumpy eye at his young neighbour Jérémie, "a bit of a rascal", who never stops playing, jumping and galloping. On a windy day, Mr. Melon's frail body is shaken and his round hat flies off.This album was a finalist for the Prix Philippe Beha 2017 and received first prize in the Grand prix du livre de la Montérégie, category Tout-petits 2016.

Sometimes the mornings are just too gray. My head is too heavy. My ideas are too tangled. So I put on my sneakers and I run up there, to the top of the mountain. Where the wind blows on the clouds and clears the fog. Where the wind lightens me up.

Poetic praise for the seasons and the ambitions of this small flower, often despised, whose beauty does not escape children. Remember the first bouquet your child gave you and the irresistible desire to blow away the bumblebees.

Enter my housethe music flutters between the beamsthe swallows announce the beauties of the worldand the foreign words open all the doors