Shadowby Michael Morpurgo
Author of War Horse, and bestselling storyteller Michael Morpurgo touched our hearts with this beautiful story of a boy, his lost dog, and the lengths he would go to be reunited. This timely story of battle-scarred Afghanistan delivers a masterful portrait of war, love, and friendship.
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Author of War Horse, and bestselling storyteller Michael Morpurgo touched our hearts with this beautiful story of a boy, his lost dog, and the lengths he would go to be reunited. This timely story of battle-scarred Afghanistan delivers a masterful portrait of war, love, and friendship.
With the horrors of war bearing down on them, Aman and his mother are barely surviving in an Afghan cave, and staying there any longer will end horribly. The only comfort Aman has is Shadow, the loyal spaniel that shows up from places unknown, it seems, just when Aman needs him most.
Aman, his mother, and Shadow finally leave the destroyed cave in hopes of escaping to England, but are held at a checkpoint, and Shadow runs away after being shot at by the police. Aman and his mother escape--without Shadow. Aman is heart-broken.
Just as they are getting settled as free citizens in England, they are imprisoned in a camp with locked doors and a barbed wire fence. Their only hope is Aman's classmate Matt, his grandpa, and the dream of finding his lost dog. After all, you never lose your shadow.
“Shadow is the perfect book for classroom teachers looking for a contemporary tale of the old, sad story: war's devastating ramifications for everyone, including children.” Horn Book
“Morpurgo humanizes the asylum story through one refugee boy's viewpoint.” Booklist
“Heart-rending and heart-affirming…” Kirkus, starred review
“Shadow succeeds in evoking empathy and inspiring readers to take a stand for their beliefs.” School Library Journal
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By Michael Morpurgo
MacmillanCopyright © 2010 Michael Morpurgo
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WHEN THE STARS BEGIN TO FALL
None of it would ever have happened if it hadn't been for Grandma's tree. And that's a fact. Ever since Grandma died—that was about three years ago now—Grandpa had always come to spend the summer holidays at home with us up in Manchester. But this summer he said he couldn't come, because he was worried about Grandma's tree.
We'd all planted that tree together, the whole family, in his garden in Cambridge. A cherry tree it was, because Grandma especially loved the white blossoms in the spring. Each of us had passed around the jug and poured a little water on it, to give it a good start.
"It's one of the family now," Grandpa had said, "and that's how I'm going to look after it always, like family."
That was why, a few weeks ago, when Mum rang up and asked him if he was coming to stay this summer, he said he couldn't because of the drought. There had been no rain for a month, and he was worried Grandma's tree would die. He couldn't let that happen. He had to stay at home, he said, to water the tree. Mum did her best to persuade him. "Someone else could do that, surely," she told him. It was no good. Then she let me have a try, to see if I could do any better.
That was when Grandpa said, "I can't come to you, Matt, but you could come to me. Bring your Monopoly. Bring your bike. What about it?"
So that's how I found myself on my first night at Grandpa's house, sitting out in the garden with him beside Grandma's tree, and looking up at the stars. We'd watered the tree, had supper, fed Dog, who was sitting at my feet, his head heavy on my toes, which I always love.
Dog is Grandpa's little brown-and-white spaniel, with a permanently panting tongue. He dribbles a lot, but he's lovely. It was me that named him Dog, apparently, because when I was very little, Grandpa and Grandma had a cat called Mog. The story goes that I chose the name because I liked the sound of Dog and Mog together. So he never got a proper name, poor Dog.
Anyway, Grandpa and me, we'd had our first game of Monopoly, which I'd won, and we'd talked and talked. But now, for a while, we were silent together, simply stargazing.
Grandpa started to hum, then to sing. "When the stars begin to fall ... Can't remember the rest," he said. "It's from a song Grandma used to love. I know she's up there, Matt, right now, looking down on us. On nights like these the stars seem so close you could almost reach out and touch them."
I could hear the tears in his voice. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing for a while. Then I remembered something. It was almost like an echo in my mind.
"Aman said that to me once," I told him, "about the stars being so close, I mean. We were on a school trip down on a farm in Devon, and we snuck out at nighttime, just the two of us, went for a midnight walk, and there were all these stars up there, zillions of them. We lay down in a field and just watched them. We saw Orion, the plow and the Milky Way that goes on forever. He said he had never felt so free as he did at that moment. He told me then, that when he was little, when he first came to live in Manchester, he didn't think we had stars in England at all. And it's true, Grandpa, you can't see them nearly so well at home in Manchester—on account of the streetlights, I suppose. Back in Afghanistan they filled the whole sky, he said, and they felt so close, like a ceiling painted with stars."
"Who's Aman?" Grandpa asked me. I'd told him before about Aman—he'd even met him once or twice—but he was inclined to forget things these days.
"You know, Grandpa, my best friend," I said. "We're both fourteen. We were even born on the same day, April twenty-second, me in Manchester, him in Afghanistan. But they're sending him back, back to Afghanistan. He's been to the house when you were there, I know he has."
"I remember him now," he said. "Short fellow, big smile. What do you mean, sending him back? Who is?"
So I told him again—I was sure I'd told him it all before—about how Aman had come into the country as an asylum seeker six years before, and how he couldn't speak a word of English when he first came to school.
"He learned really fast too, Grandpa," I said. "Aman and me, we were always in the same class in junior school and now at Belmont Academy. And you're right, Grandpa, he is small. But he can run like the wind, and he plays football like a wizard. He never talks much about Afghanistan, always says it was another life, and not a life he wants to remember. So I don't ask. But when Grandma died, I found that Aman was the only one I could talk to. Maybe because I knew he was the only one who would understand."
"Good to have a friend like that," said Grandpa.
"Anyway," I went on, "he's been in this prison place, him and his mum, for over three weeks now. I was there when they came and took him away, like he was a criminal or something. They're keeping them locked up in there until they send them back to Afghanistan. We've written letters from school, to the prime minister, to the queen, to lots of people, asking them to let Aman stay. They don't even bother to write back. And I've written to Aman too, lots of times. He wrote back only once, just after he got there, saying that one of the worst things about being locked up in his prison place is that he can't go out at night and look at the stars."
"Prison place? What d'you mean, prison place?" Grandpa asked.
"Yarl's—something or other," I said, trying to picture the address I'd written to. Then it came to me. "Yarl's Wood, that's it."
"That's near here, I know it is. Not far anyway," said Grandpa. "Maybe you could visit him."
"It's no good. They don't let kids in," I said. "We asked. Mum rang up, and they said it wasn't allowed. I was too young. And anyway, I don't even know if he's still in there. Like I said, he hasn't written back for a while now."
Grandpa and I didn't talk for some time. We were just stargazing again, and that was when I first had the idea. Sometimes I think that's where the idea must have come from. The stars.CHAPTER 2
"AND THEY KEEP KIDS IN THERE?"
I was worried about how Grandpa might react, but it was worth a try, I thought.
"Grandpa?" I said. "I've been thinking about Aman. I mean, maybe we could find out. Maybe you could ring up, or something, and find out if he's still there. And if he is, then you could go, Grandpa. You could go and see Aman instead of me, couldn't you?"
"But I hardly know him, do I?" Grandpa replied. "What would I say?"
I could tell he didn't much like the idea. So I didn't push it. You couldn't push Grandpa, everyone in the family knew that. As Mum often said, he could be a stubborn old cuss. So we sat there in silence, but all the time I knew he was thinking it over.
Grandpa said nothing more about it that night, nor at breakfast the next morning. I thought that either he'd forgotten all about it, or he'd already made up his mind he didn't want to do it. Either way, I didn't feel I could mention it again. And anyway, by now I think I had almost given up on the idea myself.
It was part of Grandpa's daily routine, whatever the weather, to get up early and take Dog for a walk along the river meadows to Grantchester—his "constitutional," he called it. And I know he always liked me to come with him when I was staying. I didn't much like getting up early, but once I was out there, I loved the walks, especially on misty mornings like this one.
There was no one around, except a rowing boat or two, and ducks, lots of ducks. There were cows in the meadows, so I had to keep Dog on the lead. I was having a bit of a struggle hanging on to him. There was always some rabbit hole he just had to stay behind to investigate, or some molehill he insisted he must make friends with. He was pulling all the time.
"Funny coincidence though," Grandpa said suddenly.
"What is?" I asked.
"That Yarl's Wood place you were talking about last night. I think that could be the detention center place Grandma used to visit, before she got ill. My memory's not what it was, but I think it was called Yarl's Wood—that's probably how I knew about it. She was a sort of befriender there."
"Yes," Grandpa said. "She'd go in and talk to the people in there—you know, the asylum seekers—to cheer them up a bit, because they were going through hard times. She did that a lot in prisons all her life. But she never said much about it, said it upset her too much to talk about it. Once a week or so, she'd go off and make someone a little happier for a while. She was like that. She always said I should do it too, that I'd be good at it. But I never had her courage. It's the idea of being locked up, I suppose, even if you know you can leave whenever you want to. How silly is that?"
"Do you know what Aman wrote in his letter, Grandpa?" I said. "He told me there's six locked doors and a barbed wire fence between him and the world outside. He counted them."
That was the moment we turned and looked at each other, and I knew then Grandpa had made up his mind he was going to do it. We never got to Grantchester. We turned around at once and went home, and Dog did not like that one bit.
Grandpa had been a journalist before he retired, so he knew how to find out about these things. As soon as we got back into the house, he was on the phone. He discovered that in order to visit Mrs. Khan and Aman in Yarl's Wood, he had to write a formal letter asking permission. It took a few days before the reply came back.
The good news was that they were still there, and the people at Yarl's Wood said that Grandpa could come on Wednesday, in two days' time it was, and that visiting times were between two and five in the afternoon. I wrote Aman a letter at once, telling him Grandpa was coming to visit him. I hoped he'd write back or phone. But he didn't, and I couldn't understand that at all.
All the way there I could see Grandpa was a bit nervous. He kept saying how he wished he had never agreed to do it in the first place. Dog was in the backseat, leaning his head on Grandpa's shoulder, watching the road in front as he always did. "I think Dog would drive this car himself if you let him," I said, trying to cheer Grandpa up a bit.
"I wish you could come in with me, Matt," he said.
"Me too," I told him. "But you'll be fine, Grandpa. Just go for it. And you'll like Aman. He'll remember you, I know he will. And you've got the Monopoly, haven't you? He'll beat you, Grandpa. But don't worry about that. He beats everyone. And tell him to write to me, will you? Or text, or phone?"
We were driving up a long straight hill. It seemed to lead to nowhere but the sky. Only when we reached the top of the rise did we see the gates, and then the barbed wire fence all around.
"And they keep kids in there?" Grandpa breathed.CHAPTER 3
WE WANT YOU BACK
I left Matt and Dog in the car and walked up toward the gates. I wasn't looking forward to this at all. I had that same sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I remember from my first day at school.
An unsmiling security guard was opening the gate. He suited the place. If Matt hadn't been there watching me from the car as I knew he must be, I'd have turned around at that point, got back in the car and gone home. But I couldn't shame myself, I couldn't let him down.
I turned around and saw that Matt was already out of the car and taking Dog for a walk, as he'd said he would. We gave each other a wave, and then I was inside the gates. There was no going back now.
As I walked down the road toward the detention center building, I tried to keep my courage up by thinking about Matt. Ever since I'd been on my own these last two years, Matt had been to stay a lot. I loved to watch him playing with Dog.
Dog was getting on these days, like me, but he was like a puppy when Matt came. Matt kept him young, kept me young too. I only had to think of them both together, and they'd make me smile. They'd cheer me up. And that was good for me. I'd been rather down in the dumps just recently. Matt and I, we weren't just grandfather and grandson anymore; we'd become the best of friends.
But as I joined some other visitors making their way in, I was wondering what was the point of visiting Aman. After all, weren't these asylum seekers at Yarl's Wood about to be deported and sent back to where they'd come from anyway? So what was the point of visiting? I mean, what could I do? What could I say that could make any difference?
But Matt wanted me to do it for Aman. So there I was, inside the place now, doors locking behind me, the Monopoly set under my arm. I could hear the sound of children crying.
Like all the other visitors, I was being processed. The Monopoly set had to be handed over to be checked by security, and I got a stern telling-off for bringing it with me in the first place. It was against the rules, but they might bring it in later, they said grudgingly.
Everywhere there were more of those unsmiling security guards. The pat-down search was done brusquely and in hostile silence. Everything about the place seemed to me to be hateful: the bleak locker room where visitors had to leave their coats and bags, the institutional smell, the sound of keys turning in locks, the sad plastic flowers in the visitors' meeting room and always the sound of some child crying.
Then I saw them, the only ones still without a visitor. I recognized Aman at once, and I could tell he knew me too, as Matt had said he would. Aman and his mother were sitting there at the table, waiting for me, looking up at me, vacantly. There were no smiles. Neither of them seemed that pleased to see me. It was all too set up, too formal, too stiff. Like everyone else in the room, we had to sit facing one another on either side of a table. And there were officers everywhere, in their black-and-white uniforms, keys dangling from their belts, watching us.
Aman's mother sat there, shoulders slumped, stone-faced, sad and silent. She had deep dark rings under her eyes and seemed locked inside herself. As for Aman, he was even smaller than I remembered him and pinched and thin like a whippet. His eyes were pools of loneliness and despair.
I kept trying to tell myself, don't pity them. They don't want that, they don't need that, and they'll know it at once if you do. They're not victims, they're people. Try to find something in common. Do what Matt said in the car. Just go for it. And pray the Monopoly arrives.
"How is Matt?" Aman said.
"He's outside," I told him. "They won't let him in."
Aman smiled wanly at that. "Strange," he said. "We want to get out, but they won't let us. And he wants to get in, but they won't let him."
I tried, again and again, to make some small talk with his mother. The trouble was that she spoke very little English, so Aman always had to translate for her. Aman only became animated at all, I noticed, when we talked about Matt, and even then I found myself asking all the questions. I think we'd have all sat there in silence if I hadn't. Any question not about Matt, he'd just divert to his mother and translate her replies, which were mostly "yes" or "no." However hard I tried, I just could not seem to get a proper conversation going among the three of us.
So when Aman spoke up for himself suddenly, I was taken a little by surprise. "My mother is not well," he said. "She had one of her panic attacks this morning. The doctor gave her some medicine, and this makes her quite sleepy." He spoke very correctly and with hardly a trace of an accent.
"Why did she have a panic attack?" I asked, regretting my question at once. It seemed too intrusive, too personal.
"It is this place. It is being shut in here," he replied. "She was in prison once in Afghanistan. She does not talk about it much. But I know they beat her. The police. She hates the police. She hates to be locked in. She has bad dreams of the prison in Afghanistan, you understand? So sometimes when she wakes up in here, and she sees she is in prison again, and she sees the guards, she has a panic attack."
That was when the security guard suddenly arrived with the Monopoly game.
"You're lucky," he said. "Just this once, right?" And he walked away.
Miserable git, I thought. But I knew it was best to keep my feelings to myself. Now that I'd gotten it, I didn't want him to take it away.
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Michael Morpurgo, a Member of the Order of the British Empire, is the author of over 100 children's books, including An Elephant in the Garden. His recent bestseller here and in Britain, War Horse, debuted on Broadway in 2011, and is now a film by Steven Spielberg.
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Shadow is a touching book based on a true story. I think all ages from 7 and up will like it! There is a boy called Aman who lives in a cave in Afghanistan with his mum and something horrible happens to his grandma! One day a springer spaniel comes to his cave and Aman relizes that he is more than just a dog, like a friendly shadow.My favorite part of the book was when Aman was telling his story to Matt's grandpa Mir. It was so sad and touching.I recommend this book to anyone who is fond of animals and this book is suitable for girls and boys. I loved this book and I'm sure you will as well!
This book is all about a boy named Aman and the story of his life. He was living in a cave in Afghanistan until something really bad happened to his grandma. Then a dog that they later will call Shadow came and led him and his mother to a very nice a man called Sergeant Brodie. He takes Aman to the English army base to take care of his heel blister. Aman and his mother keep on traveling to England and uncle Mir. He is waiting for Aman and his mother. The story is also about Mat and his grandpa and how they are helping Aman. I really enjoyed this book because it was based on a true story. In bits I didn't want to carry on reading because what was happening made me feel so sad and angry. I recommend this book to all the people that like books by Michel Morpugo. Now Shadow is one of the best books i have read.
This book is about a boy called Matt who has a best friend called Aman who lived in Afghanistan with his mum, grandma and dad. Many sad accidents happened to him and his family. Then Aman went to England to see his uncle and live with him. That is when he meets Matt and he goes to school with him.Then he has to stay in a jail type of place before he goes back to Afghanistan and the adventure begins. My favourite character in this book was the dog (Pollie) because she is very clever and she can sniff out bombs and always knows where to go. Shadow is a good dog because whenever people chase her off she always comes back. I enjoyed this book because there were lots of adventures. Also I like stories about dogs. I also enjoyed reading about what happens in Afghanistan and the army finding all the bombs and defusing them. I recommend this book to anyone who likes adventures, army and dogs because there are many army men and camps and also a few dogs and adventures all around Afghanistan.
Shadow is a touching and exciting story. Its about a boy called Aman who lives in Afghanistan, when lots of Taliban come they take his father and kill him. So Aman with his Grandma and his mum barely have any food and everyday, Aman has to walk down the mountain and goes to the well to get water for them for the day. One day when Aman's grandma and mum are asleep a little wounded Cocker Spaniel comes in the cave and sits next to Aman. So he healed her wounds and washed them. So for a long time day after day the dog comes when the rest are asleep and sits on Aman's lap so he decides to call her Shadow like a shadow that follows you. If you want to find out more you should go and read this spectacular book which will make you want to read more books by this author. My favourite character in this book was Aman because he went through so much like how he went in the lorry and playing with Ahmed and all these other things. I really like this book because it was really interesting to read and a bit happy and sad so it is a big change of events in few of the parts. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes dogs and a very exciting story that is fun for all the ages.
The book Shadow is a very sad and touching story. It is about a boy named Aman from Afghanistan. But there are many bad people that want to hurt him. So he and his mother decide to move to England to live with his uncle Mir, where it is safe. Unfortunately there are still some bad people in England that want to send him back. My favorite part is the ending. I don't want to to spoil it, but I can say when I read it I was so sad in a happy way. I felt like crying because it was so sweet what his friend Matt did for him. I recommend this book to older kids (8-up) boy or girl. I think even adults would enjoy reading it. I think if you are a nice, caring person that wants to learn more about poor people in other countries, Shadow is the perfect book for you. Even if you just want to read a nice book about poor kids or just a book that will make you smile. Read Shadow. By Madison, CISGrade5
In this interesting story, a young boy named Aman, who is struggling to stay in England, will do anything it takes to help not get deported back to Afghanistan. So his best friend Matt and his grandfather have their reputation put at stake. The most exciting and best part of this book is the mass protest to help Aman and his mother stay and live their lives like any other human being. If you've ever read a Michael Morpurgo book you are sure to love this thrilling and emotional story. Shadow is guaranteed to entertain.
"Shadow" is one of my favorite reads of the entire year! A young Afghan boy tells the harrowing tale of his and his mother's escape from their war-torn home country. The Taliban are relentless in their attacks across Afghanistan, leaving many citizens fleeing to live in caves for shelter. Even there, they are not safe. The one and only bright light in Aman's life is a foreign dog that becomes attached to the boy, and he to it. However, the entire book is not Aman's alone. The author deftly weaves 3 different characters' points-of-view together, so that the reader can take in the bigger picture. Matt, a British boy tells his own part of the story too, of his friendship with Aman in the schoolyard. Also, Matt's grandfather reveals his portion to the reader, giving you the full overview. Aman, imprisoned in a detention center, along with his mother, desires to become free in England. But no one will listen to his story. Except for one person. The reactions and emotions are what create this book. The poignancy and feeling the tale is suffused with will not soon be forgotten. I don't think there is enough of this type of literature available for young readers. (Even though the book is written at a middle-grade reading level, adults will easily be drawn into the unique story).
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She stands in the gym drinking out of her waterbottle, she wears spandex shorts and a sports bra <p> (Please include whether they are friends or room mates or what)
He had survived the attack. For now. But leaf was still hurt and she needed to have more time to lie down on the pine bed. Farshade the nurse wolf had given her the medicine that firefang had gotten from the woods. Her wounds were healing nicely. She had gotten slashed from one of the beta wolves in the pack. She didnt have enough time to react when they broke the barrier. She had gotten very confuzed when they broke through because her mother had told her that no one could get through the vines. Shadowtail went back outside the nursing den and saw moonfang. Ugh, he thought. He went in the exact opposite direction. Thats when he could hear someone wispering his name. -Shadowtail! :3 sorry that these might be short but i post them every night and i get tired! :3
I am a formal medicen cat i have been driven out of my clan for killing a rockclan warrior i am expecting kits and i am gray with whight socks and a whight tiped tail and a whight muzzle i have ice blue eyes and my name is iceclaw i dont have a aprentice but will hope to teach one of my kits my art of healing i am not proud of killing that warrior but it was necessary for that warrior was attacking me i hope you have room for sone to be 5 more cats Thank you so much -Iceclaw
This is a Clan thet is one of the few still striving to be pure evil. Only the most evil come here, and very few stay. Stay and you proove yourself to be strong and independent, you may even be accepted, you may.....<p> RULES:<br> 1) Follow the Warrior Code at all times<br> 2) Obey Leader and Elders at all times<br> 3) Have decent grammar and spell well enough that people understand, yes we all make mistakes but still<br> 4) If you must cuss then do it appropriatly and not to look cool or to use it accesivly<br> 5) If you feel the need to mate then please do it elsewhere, nobody wants to see that<br> 6) Have some common sence on what rules are obviously inforced everywhere else, these are just must-haves<p> RANKS (from highest to lowest):<br> Leader: The boss of the Clan, everyone follows his/her orders, everyone must clarify spars, raids, ect.<br> Elder: These cats have earned their place and must prove that they are worthy of this position, the Leader is the only one that apoints this position<br> Striker: This is an elite Warrior, this cat proves that they are worthy by being excilent fighters, the Leader and Elders are the only ones to apoint this position<br> Warrior: These cats are the protectors and the main hunters of the Clan, anyone may be a Warrior<br> Queen: These are the breeders of the Clan, but if they are to do whatever it is that they choose to do to get pregnant they please take is elsewhere<br> Kit: These are the cats that are 6 moons and younger, anyone may be a kit or have them<p> MAP:<br> Result 1: Here<br> Result 2: Bios<br> Result 3: Main Camp<br> Results 4-8: Back-Up Camps<br> Results 9-15: Dens<br> Result 16: Moon Pool<p>
[SHADOW BASE]cats res=lightning clan,phantom opera=assassins,strong=Empire,republic=republic,athenian constitution=athenian constitutution,ethics=ethics.
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This is one of my favorite books. It is a very depressing sad book. Author of War Horse, and bestselling storyteller Michael Morpurgo touched our hearts with this beautiful story of a boy, his lost dog, and the lengths he would go to be reunited. This timely story of battle-scarred Afghanistan delivers a masterful portrait of war, love, and friendship. With the horrors of war bearing down on them, Aman and his mother are barely surviving in an Afghan cave, and staying there any longer will end horribly. The only comfort Aman has is Shadow, the loyal spaniel that shows up from places unknown, it seems, just when Aman needs him most. Aman, his mother, and Shadow finally leave the destroyed cave in hopes of escaping to England, but are held at a checkpoint, and Shadow runs away after being shot at by the police. Aman and his mother escape—without Shadow. Aman is heart-broken. Just as they are getting settled as free citizens in England, they are imprisoned in a camp with locked doors and a barbed wire fence. Their only hope is Aman's classmate Matt, his grandpa, and the dream of finding his lost dog. After all, you never lose your shadow. This was a really good book, because it is like a roller coaster of tears, this is a very emotional book and with them in hiding makes things worse. Aman can’t even mingle with his friends because of the war. In conclusion, this was a tremendous book to me because all the dramatic events that happens in this story. This is one of my favorite books. It is a very depressing sad book.
I think Shadow is an inspiring story about how people can turn things around. I really enjoyed this book because It showed me that things is that situation could happen. I will buy more books by Michael Morpurgo, now that I have read this book. I happily give this book a 5-star rating
A muscular firet orange tom with purple eyes pads in. I will mae a deal with ur clan we have two warriors with powers including me and many other warriors we r sunclan our leader sunstar we will aid your clan in anything but u must also help us i few things. Pls come to ipod touch result one and say u need to maake a pact come and ill explain to them we shall hopefull meet. - Flampelt lead warrior of sunclan
"Ah dear child it is not wise to make enemies so quickly" i spat, and then padded away stopping at the tree line "maybe you should think about your loved ones safety first" and then completely dissapeared into the trees.
The cat jumped down from a tree. "No..."
I just died in dark meadows (game) the witch killed me. But its a good thing i never really die. They kill me rip me apart but then i just end right back in bed. I think the witch is just trying to protect me by keeping me from the boss.
You guys hav convos on its not a phone but you guys do watever i read the whole thing and yea but its awkward