The wind was too cold for him. Then it played in the forest. The forest was too dull for him. Then it played by the swamp. By the swamp, it was too bare for him. Then it played with the ball. The ball rolled away. Then it played in the dirt. Wonderful, humorous endless rhymes by the great word artist James Krüss, accompanied by quirky illustrations from Anke Kuhl. A child hops through the pages, always in search of a new game: joined by funny birds, merfolk, superheroes, and grasshoppers. Just when you reach the end, the book starts all over again!.