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Publié par | Graffeg |
Date de parution | 21 janvier 2017 |
Nombre de lectures | 0 |
EAN13 | 9781912050208 |
Langue | English |
Poids de l'ouvrage | 6 Mo |
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The White Hare Published in Great Britain in 2016 by Graffeg Limited
Written by Nicola Davies copyright © 2016. Illustrated by Anastasia Izlesou copyright © 2016. Designed and produced by Graffeg Limited copyright © 2016
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Nicola Davies is hereby identified as the author of this work in accordance with section 77 of the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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ISBN 9781912050208
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Illustrations Anastasia Izlesou
Nicola Davies
The White Hare
for Jackie Morris
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In the days before computers, before cars, before electricity in wires or water in taps, or food in supermarkets, before even roads and writing, people lived by what they could get from the land. Humans were closer to nature, at the mercy of the cold and wind, floods and drought, as other animals were. Humans and animals were fellow beings under the sky. Perhaps that’s why it seemed possible, back then, for humans to change into animals, and animals into humans.
In those times there lived a girl called Ostra, in a village by the sea. Not a village as we think of them now, with a stone church, a pub, a village green; more a collection of huts, shelters made of wood and stones, mud and animal skins, huddled at the foot of a cliff. People ate what they could take from the sea or from the woods above the clifftops.
There were a few fields of crops perhaps, maybe even some skinny little sheep, a few ponies, but