The old win­ter wind, exhaust­ed from trav­el­ing back and forth across the world, now wants only a place to rest. But no mat­ter where he stops, whether among a stand of trees in a mead­ow or on top of a moun­tain, he’s not wel­come. When he enters the open door of an inn, the trav­el­ers com­plain about the cold, and the innkeep­er chas­es him out through an open win­dow. Furi­ous at his mis­treat­ment, the wind buries the hous­es in snow. He does not stop rag­ing until a lit­tle girl invites him to stay for as long as he wants in the dark, qui­et place under her house. The wa­tercolor illus­tra­tions, all in shades of blue and pur­ple, give way on the last page to a ten­der green — in hon­or of spring — when the wind awakes and takes his leave. An after­word by the writer and renowned sto­ry­teller, Penin­nah Schram, tells us that even though she could find no men­tion of this par­tic­u­lar sto­ry in the Israel Folk­tale Archives, the per­son­i­fi­ca­tion of the wind often appears in Jew­ish folk­tales. Rec­om­mend­ed for ages 5 – 7.