Yarn and the Lonely Road

Robert W. Pomeroy

Description

Yarn the sheep recounts new adventures while crossing his world's boundaries in Yarn and the Lonely Road. While exploring with a timid, sneaky mouse Yarn faces many dangers: some hard and dark, some prickly and sly, and even something shapeless, shifting, and more than slightly salty.

Yarn and the Lonely Road encourages children to travel through their own imaginary worlds, walking courageously down long and lonely roads.

Sujets

• Fiction Jeunesse
• Juvenilee Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: eBookIt.com
• Date de parution: 05 avril 2016
• Nombre de lectures: 1
• EAN13: 9781456601409
• Langue: English

Extrait

Yarn and the Lonely Road
 
 
by
Robert W. Pomeroy
 
Copyright 2011 Robert W. Pomeroy,
All rights reserved.
 
 
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ISBN-13: 978-1-4566-0140-9
 
 
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“It was the loneliest road I’ve ever taken,” sighed Yarn, that young but wise sheep. He paused, as if searching for something lost. Or perhaps stolen by the Great Blue Hill that rose beyond the meadow where he and his cousins were grazing. It was the same Great Blue Hill that snatched and hid the sun each night.
The little flock moved in closer, eager to hear Yarn’s tale. “What road?” whispered the youngest, nudging forward.
“How did you get there?” wondered another who asked too many questions and never remembered the answers.
“Well,” said Yarn, “let me begin at the beginning.”
“Beginning,” groaned a third cousin. “You know when someone says beginning, they’ll talk forever before you hear ‘the end.’ I just wish everything was now.”
Yarn was used to interruptions. They gave him time to collect his thoughts, important for a sheep. “It began,” he continued, “one bright June morning. As I looked up,” Yarn nodded toward the Great Blue Hill, “there, between the hill and backwoods, I noticed a notch of light. ‘What’s that?’ I wondered. Could there be another side to the Great Blue Hill that you could reach by following the notch? No one in the flock had any idea. So I decided to ask Aunt Matrisse.”

As everyone knew, Aunt Matrisse was very smart.