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Counting sheep has never been more delightful. Mischievous, bouncing sheep get themselves into all kinds of trouble in this vividly illustrated count to ten book. Children will learn to recognize numbers even when the numbers (and the sheep!) are upside down.

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Amy Vinciguerro was born in Maine where she spent happy summers on her grandparents' strawberry farm. When she wasn't busy dodging the rotten berries that her grandfather launched in her general direction, she was at gymnastics. She attended the University of Rhode Island, competing on the collegiate women's Division I gymnastics team as a floor specialist while earning a degree in English lit. She loves to read everything from Mo Willems to Virginia Woolf (both brilliant) but her first passion is for 19th Century British Literature. Her editor, Mike Pugliese, often tells her that her Victorianisms are showing. Indeed. After college, Amy taught competitive and recreational gymnastics for a number of years before entering the world of corporate marketing. She now lives in Pennsylvania with her husband Chris who makes the best chicken piccata. She knows this assuredly even though she has never tried the dish anywhere but in his kitchen. Her first book, Heap of Sheep, is a true story insomuch as it actually happened in her own head. On more than one sleepless night she made valiant attempts to count sheep, but the sheep never would behave. She does not like seeds in tomatoes. They are gooey and slippery and are not meant to be eaten. Always gut the tomato first. Seeds in cucumbers are okay, but only if you don't think about it too much first. She has a fish named Fish who only swims in left hand circles. A seagull at the beach once stole her keys and took off, flying out over the ocean. He had the car key, the house keys and whatever other keys Amy happened to own at the time. That's what you get for doing cartwheels in the water. Your keys fall out of your pocket and a seagull (let's call him George) swoops in to grab them. Ooh, shiny! And off he flies. Her friend, and now editor Mike, chased George the length of the beach. Mike ran and waved his arms, calling out in a very large voice, but George was undeterred. He circled and flew. Farther out over the ocean he went, Amy's keys dangling from his beak while the yelling and arm waving continued from the shore. Finally, George, in his infinite seagull wisdom, flew safely back over the beach where he dropped the keys onto the sand. A wise choice. A crowd of beach goers reacted with a round of applause. Oh George. You have not deterred us. We shall still cartwheel on the beach (and on sidewalk curbs and fence posts and the middle of the living room and wherever else our fancy takes us).

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