Name: Mouseprints in the Sand (en Inglés)
SKU: 57944303
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Author: Emerson, Brennan Chadwick
ISBN: 9781450569774

portada Mouseprints in the Sand (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Brennan Chadwick Emerson

Editorial

Createspace

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

20.3x13.3x0.4 cm

Peso

0.10 kg.

ISBN13

9781450569774

Categorías

Estados unidos de américa
Poesía

Mouseprints in the Sand (en Inglés)

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Collection of poetry and one short story. From Mouseprints... A Lamb There are days I feel like a lamb, and I wish I could eat grass, frolic on the stones and forget; well, everything. ... Island of Joy (excerpt) Walking through a field Tom picks up a stick. He drops it at my feet and waits excitedly until I pick it up and toss it with all my strength. He speeds off with a jump and winds his way through the field. His wagging tail peeps from the long grass like a periscope. Soon it is returning, and I run from him. He chases me, dropping the stick so he can bark. He nips at my hands. Dashing sideways between two trees I lose him momentarily and tackle him unforeseen. We wrestle. His teeth bite gently on my hands and arms. I roll him on his back. When he pops up he sprints off. It is now my turn to chase. I dive and tackle him to the ground. As I lie on my back and stare at the sky he licks my face. I push him away, and he barks. A light breeze rustles the grass. The stalks bend and tickle my side. I spring to my feet. "Come on boy." I say, and we run toward the house. It is a few miles yet, but my legs feel fresh. Tom, a foxhound, could run all day. He bays now as he picks up a scent. I run on. He is gone for awhile, but in the last woods before the house he is at my side.