One minute she was not there and the next she had dashed in among them, her dangling leash sailing through the air after her. Her silky coat rippled in the breeze and she had incredible ears, black and tall, shaped like butterfly wings. Her feathery tail curled up over her back one minute, streamed out behind her the next and, a second later, tucked itself out of sight between her legs.
To Dickon, that tail shouted, "I want to be friends … I'm running away … I'm afraid."
He understood the little dog completely. He, too, had felt confused and desperate.
Cher Journal : Ma soeur orpheline
Cher Journal : Mes frères au front
Cher Journal : Récit de Noël : N° 10 - Comme les doigts de la main
Cher Journal : Si je meurs avant le jour
Dear Canada Collector's Set #1
Dear Canada: All Fall Down
Dear Canada: Brothers Far From Home
Dear Canada: Exiles from the War
Excerpts from Hoping for Home
Ever since we left England, I've had to nod and smile and tell everyone we meet how much I like Canada. I don't! Yes, the people have been immensely friendly, but the land is too vast and wild. I miss Devon's green fields and hedges, our neat villages and small shops. Canada frightens me.
When Jane showed me the letters she wouldn't let me cry. She told me I must try to be brave. I am so, so tired of hearing those worlds.
- "Marooned in Canada", by Kit Pearson
This place is a prison. Ba views me as a toddler. When I go pump water, I return quickly, before he comes looking for me. When the restaurant emptied this afternoon, I thought to walk around town. Ba said no, it was too hot outside. He added that the Westerners dislike us and might do harm. Instead, I washed the window again.
Why come to Canada if I cannot explore it?
- "Prairie Showdown", by Paul Yee
I feel as if I have an album of pictures in my head that opens every so often and I can see photographs of the war, the soldiers, guns, people running... Our poor granny, who got left behind in Poland all alone... Papa saying we couldn't take her along because we only had visas for the four of us... Grandpa getting beaten by a Nazi soldier on a ghetto street...
- "In the Silence of My Heart", by Lillian Boraks-Nemetz
... Then, when the afternoon ended and we came down our road, Will was waiting on the front steps. When he saw be coming, he jumped up and ran to the door yelling, "Hattie's home! Hattie's home!"
And I was.
- "Hattie's Home", by Jean Little
Dear Canada: If I Die Before I Wake
Dear Canada: Orphan at My Door
"I'm tired of telling Batman stories," I told my little brother.
"Just this once, can I tell you The Three Little Pigs?"
"No," he snapped.
"There's no bad guys in it."
"I like bad guys."
So much for you, Big Bad Wolf.
Shakespeare wriggled joyously and reared up to lick Tessa's chin. He expected even this girl to love him on sight. Everybody always had. But Tessa was not everybody. She parted her knees and let him slither to the floor.
The Jean Little Collection
