Moonshadow's Journeyby Gillian Lobel, Karin Littlewood (Illustrator)
For the very first time, young Moonshadow is flying south. Grandfather is leading the swans as they travel to a warm place for the winter. But when a terrible storm strikes, not all the swans make it through. Though his heart is heavy, Moonshadow finds the strength to continue the journey. Gillian Lobel's beautifully written tale deals gently with loss and
For the very first time, young Moonshadow is flying south. Grandfather is leading the swans as they travel to a warm place for the winter. But when a terrible storm strikes, not all the swans make it through. Though his heart is heavy, Moonshadow finds the strength to continue the journey. Gillian Lobel's beautifully written tale deals gently with loss and bereavement, while Karin Littlewood's enchanting paintings create a memorable world for young readers.
- Whitman, Albert & Company
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- Product dimensions:
- 9.90(w) x 11.00(h) x 0.50(d)
- Age Range:
- 6 - 9 Years
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By Gillian Lobel, Karin Littlewood
ALBERT WHITMAN & CompanyCopyright © 2009 Gillian Lobel
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High above the earth flew the swans. White wings feathered the wind, and the air was loud with their joyful cries. "Going south!" they said. "To the warm sun and the green fields." Moonshadow shivered with excitement as he watched, snuggled up close to his grandfather.
"When are we going, Grandfather?" he asked. "Very soon, Moonshadow!" said Grandfather. "But where are we all going?" "To warm lands, Little One; it is much too cold for us here in the winter." "Will I-will I be able to fly that far?" Moonshadow wondered
"Yes, my Little One. I will lead you, by sun and stars, as my father did before me." Gently Grandfather nibbled at Moonshadow's feathers. And Moonshadow knew that everything would be all right.
Suddenly, from the North, a fierce, cold wind blew. The flock stirred, beating their wings and straining their necks. "Now!" cried Grandfather. "The time is right!" And he began the strong, slow run to take off, his wings beating the air. Moonshadow ran like the wind ...
And then he was up, up, and away, high in the blue, leaving the icy marshes below him.
He flew close to his mother and father, lifted on the strong upbeat of the circling wings. All through the night they flew, pale shadows in the moonlight, over the cold brown lands, through the stinging snowflakes, on, on, never stopping.
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