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Standing fur-to-fur, five foxes wailed, and the call sang of the absence that was theirs alone and of all the losses in the world. And it sang of the joy that remained.
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The chemicals may have reached the aquifer. You come upon a pond, crystal clear, thatβs actually a warning sign.β βI know. Itβs clear because nothing can live in it.
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Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))
Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))
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Pax knew that his daughter was stubborn, like her mother, so he waited while she took this in. At last he saw her relax her guard. He nosed the scent on the lichen. Not this one. My boy. Her sharp ears cocked in question. Pax lay down. Come here. After a moment, the kit crept to him cautiously and settled down against the white fur of his chest. Pax dropped his paw over her shoulder. When I was a new kit, newer than you, I was very ill. It was a time before remembering. It was knowing. A human boy took me out of my den. The kitβs eyes widened. Mother-father allowed? Mother-father were gone. This boy brought me to his den. He fed me and warmed me close to his skin. This boy was mother-father? Pax considered this. Yes, he agreed. Mother-father. Later, Friend. This human used only a soft voice with me. His hands held me safe, but never
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You must always look up. Danger from above can be silent.
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Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))
Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))
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who seemed to think of words as coins and was careful about spending any.
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Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))
Sara Pennypacker (Pax, Journey Home (Pax, #2))