Lane Smith (illustrator) - Wikipedia

THE TRUE STORY OF THE LITTLE PIGS Hardcover BOOK by Jon Scieszka


Lane Smith (illustrator) - Wikipedia

Lane Smith (born August 25, 1959) is an American illustrator and writer of children's books. He is the Kate Greenaway medalist (2017) known for his eclectic visuals.








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  • Ku!. Author respect!
  • good translation
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