Miracle Dogs of Portugal
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Miracle Dogs of Portugal leads children on a voyage of discovery to 15th century Portugal, with the almost-true story of Henry the Navigator. When Henry was just a boy he summoned his own courage to take a surprising journey where he meets a delightful cast of characters - Milagro the Miracle Dog, Diego the fisherman, a cadre of sea creatures - and discovers his own dream.

This almost-true story of historical figure Henry the Navigator and the history of the Portuguese Water Dog is the first in a historical fiction series for children that explains the periods and characters of world history using dogs as the ambassador to learning. The Miracle Dog series is appropriate for ages 5-10.

Though the stories are fiction, the historical accuracy and context is designed to give children both the framework and the motivation to seek out more information about the character and the period in which the story is set, while inspiring them to make miracles in their own lives.

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Date de parution 21 février 2013
Nombre de lectures 0
EAN13 9781456603618
Langue English
Poids de l'ouvrage 1 Mo

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The Miracle Dogs of Portugal
by
Tracy Aiello
illustrated by
Kent Barnes
 


Copyright 2011 Tracy Aiello,
All rights reserved.
 
 
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long time ago there lived a boy named Henry. Henry lived in a castle high on a cliff in a town called Sagres in a country called Portugal.
 
Henry didn’t have brothers or sisters and his castle was far away from the townspeople. He had butlers and cooks and servants and tutors but they couldn’t be his friends, what with always reminding him to wipe his feet and read his lessons. So when he was very young, Henry decided that the ocean that washed up on the shores far below the castle would be his friend.
 
He loved the ocean.
 



 



 
 
very day when he awoke, Henry would throw the windows of his room wide open and call out to his friend, “Bom dia, meu amigo!” which meant “Good morning, my friend!” in the way Henry spoke.
 
When the skies were sunny, the sea would call back, “SSSsscccuuuush, ssssscccuuush,” which Henry knew meant “Good morning to you, my friend,” in the way the sea spoke.
 
Some days, the ravens would join in the conversation. “Caaaawww, Caaawwww,” the ravens would say, which, of course, meant “Good morning, my chatty friends,” in the way the ravens spoke.
 




 
 
hen Henry joined his mom and dad, the king and queen, at break fast, he would talk only of his friend the sea.
 
“Father,” he would ask, “does the sea have other friends besides me?”
 
His father would answer, “Henry, the sea doesn’t have any friends. It fights the fishermen with its waves, and pulls divers to its bottom.”
 
Henry didn’t believe his father. He knew that the sea spoke to him with its kind words every morning.
 
So Henry would ask his mom, “Mother, who does the sea love?”
 
And his mother would answer, “Henry, the ocean is just the ocean, it doesn’t love anyone or anything.”
 
Henry didn’t believe his mother because he knew the sea loved him. He would hear it call to him even when the skies were gray. “CuuuishCuuuish!” it would say, and Henry knew that meant “I love you!” in the way the ocean spoke.
 



 



 
 
ne morning when Henry was almost eight, the skies were very dark. The wind blew and rain beat on the windows, but he had to say good

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