Judy Moody Predicts the Future [antikvár]

TKt Judy Moody ate one, two, three bowls of cereal. No prize. She poured four, five, six bowls of cereal. Nothing. Seven. Out fell the Mystery Prize. She ripped open the paper wrapper. A ring! A silver ring with an oogley centre. A mood ring! And a little piece of cardboard. WHAT MOOD ARE YOU IN? it asked.