Description
Fuddlewuddle Lamb loves to count. Steps, stars, slices of cake – anything goes. She once spent an entire weekend tallying raindrops, until Ricky Rain Frog asked her to stop.
Gentle by nature and always ready with a kind word, she’s the unofficial cheerleader of the flock – particularly when Smudge Lamb forgets what number comes after five. (It’s six. Always six.)
When she’s not reciting her times tables or whispering encouragement to tumbling bunnies, she’s helping Harper Pup count in the Jellycat Jazz Band, keeping close tabs on the beat.
As for counting sheep? Please – that’s such a cliché!
Description
Fuddlewuddle Lamb loves to count. Steps, stars, slices of cake – anything goes. She once spent an entire weekend tallying raindrops, until Ricky Rain Frog asked her to stop.
Gentle by nature and always ready with a kind word, she’s the unofficial cheerleader of the flock – particularly when Smudge Lamb forgets what number comes after five. (It’s six. Always six.)
When she’s not reciting her times tables or whispering encouragement to tumbling bunnies, she’s helping Harper Pup count in the Jellycat Jazz Band, keeping close tabs on the beat.
As for counting sheep? Please – that’s such a cliché!