What happens when a girl goes gaga over spots? Big spots and little spots, spots of all colors, on her lamp and on her rug, on her toys and on her mug, on her hats and on her dresses -- she loves spots absolutely everywhere!
Hop, hop, hop! Skip, skip, skip! Run, run, run! There's a boy who loves to hop-high and low, forward and backward. And another one who loves to skip-over the fields, in town, all around. There's a girl who loves to run-as light as a feather and as fast as the wind. What happens when they all head to the same place?