Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
L
o
gan
r
o
se
pai
n
f
u
lly
f
r
om
t
h
e
chair.
Wal
k
i
n
g
to
his
g
r
an
dp
a
r
e
nt’s car
w
ou
l
d
he
l
p
to
l
o
osen
his
stiffen
e
d
h
i
p
.
Taki
n
g
his
gr
an
dfath
e
r
’
s
ha
n
d
,
an
d
t
u
r
n
i
n
g
to
g
i
ve
Nickie
a
shy
s
m
ile,
Logan
t
h
a
n
ked
her
f
o
r
wor
k
i
n
g
with
h
i
m
.
W
al
k
ing i
n
to
t
h
e
s
un
lig
h
t
with
Peter,
h
e
g
a
v
e
a
f
i
n
al glance
ba
c
k b
e
fore the
door to the
rest
a
u
r
a
nt closed.
“
S
o
,
Ta
k
o
j
a, w
h
at will we do w
h
en we
g
et
h
o
m
e
?
”
Peter
q
u
erie
d
. “May I
go b
u
ll
f
r
o
g hu
n
ti
n
g, T
u
n
k
asil
a
?
” Logan
as
k
e
d
h
o
p
ef
u
lly. “
W
ell,
now,
it
see
m
s
t
h
at
it
is
n
’t
ti
m
e
y
e
t
for
you
to
be
tryi
n
g
s
o
m
et
h
i
n
g
li
k
e
t
h
at,
e
nn
it. How
ab
ou
t
if
I
hu
n
t
t
h
e
frogs
f
o
r
y
o
u,
you
e
x
a
m
i
n
e
t
h
e
m
,
and
t
h
en
tell
me
if
t
h
ey
are well
eno
u
gh
t
o
p
u
t
b
ack
i
n
to t
h
e la
k
e.
If
t
h
ey’re inj
u
re
d
, y
o
u can
h
e
l
p
m
e
set up
t
h
e
h
a
b
i
tat, a
n
d I’ll go buy
s
o
m
e cric
k
ets. W
o
uld t
h
a
t be g
oo
d
?
” Pe
t
er
s
m
iled.
“
O
h
,
y
es!
W
e
h
a
v
e
t
o
m
a
k
e
s
u
re
t
h
at
a
l
l
o
f
m
y
b
a
b
i
es
are
we
ll
, T
u
nkasila!”
Lo
gan stress
e
d.
A
t
a
g
e
six
,
Lo
g
an
c
h
a
n
ce
d
u
p
o
n
a
tee
n
a
g
e
b
o
y
hu
n
ti
n
g
bu
llf
r
o
g
s
al
o
n
g
t
h
e
la
k
e
’
s
g
r
ass
y
s
h
o
r
e
.
Q
u
estio
n
in
g
t
h
e
yo
u
n
g
m
a
n
,
h
e
o
b
tai
n
ed
the
rudi
m
ents
of
s
u
cces
s
fu
l
ly
hunti
n
g
the
fasc
i
n
ating
creatur
e
s.
He
lear
n
e
d
to
h
a
n
d
le
t
h
em
on
ly
when
h
is
h
a
nds
were
wet,
so
as
n
o
t
to
tear t
h
eir s
k
i
n
,
t
o
h
o
ld
t
h
em
g
e
n
t
l
y a
n
d
to return t
h
em
to
t
h
e lake as q
u
ic
k
ly as po
s
sible.
Peter
r
u
ffl
e
d
his
g
r
a
nd
so
n
’s
hai
r
,
a
nd
sl
o
w
ly
wal
k
ed
him to
t
h
e car.
M
ary
was wa
i
ting,
an
d
e
x
ited
t
h
e
v
e
hicle
as
Log
a
n
a
p
pr
oach
e
d
, h
ug
g
i
n
g
him
to
h
e
r.
B
u
r
y
i
n
g
h
e
r
nose
i
n
his
sh
i
n
i
n
g
ha
i
r,
s
h
e
b
reath
e
d him
in,
enjoying
his
cle
a
n,
l
ittle
boy
s
m
e
ll
laced
with
the
fr
a
gr
a
n
ces
of t
h
e
k
itc
h
en.
All
p
iled
i
n
,
bu
c
k
led
u
p
, a
n
d
hea
d
ed
for t
h
e la
k
efro
n
t h
ou
s
e
wh
e
re
Lo
g
a
n
a
n
d
Le
n
a
li
v
e
d
w
it
h
t
h
ei
r
“
p
ou
n
d
pu
pp
y,
”
K
e
lly
,
a
n
d
the
du
c
k
s
,
g
eese
a
n
d
f
r
o
g
s,
w
h
i
c
h
were
a
la
r
g
e part
of
L
og
a
n
’
s
life. He
l
ov
e
d the
lake,
and
cons
i
d
er
e
d
the creatur
e
s whom
he
shared
his
life
with
h
i
s
p
erso
n
al respo
n
si
b
ility.