One day the charcoal burner went out to the town to sell his charcoal and the son was left on his own. He was chopping down wood when he heard the king hunting a white fawn. This is a story of how the charcoal burner's son became best friends with the fawn and how it helped him win the heart of the princess. The best thing about this Wow that white stag is beautiful but it started as a little fawn! The best thing about this book was the character traits of bravery and the unexpected plot twists.
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My favorite character was the princess because she was pretty, kind, and was happy to see the white stag. There is no bad part about this book. It is all good! I would recommended this to kids between the ages of but anyone would enjoy the story. Dec 04, Philippruedi rated it really liked it. A good book as all books are by this author, This book is about a boy who gets lost up in the mountains and is adopted by a family of Yetis.
Here he discovers how friendly and peaceful these creatures really are.
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Poppy rated it it was amazing Oct 10, There are no discussion topics on this book yet. About Michael Morpurgo. Michael Morpurgo. He also writes his own screenplays and libretti for opera. Born in St Albans, Hertfordshire, in , he was evacuated to Cumberland during the last years of the Second World War, then returned to London, moving later to Essex.
After a brief and unsuccessful spell in the army, he took up teaching and started to write. He left teaching after ten years in order to set up 'Farms for City Children' with his wife. They have three farms in Devon, Wales and Gloucestershire, open to inner city school children who come to stay and work with the animals.
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In this work was publicly recognised when he and his wife were invested a Member of the Order of the British Empire MBE for services to youth. He was knighted in the for his services to literature and charity. He is also a father and grandfather, so children have always played a large part in his life. Every year he and his family spend time in the Scilly Isles, the setting for three of his books.
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Welcome back. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. As you will surely realize, I did not sleep till daybreak. I was full of doleful thoughts and frequently sobbed aloud. The following morning my captor fed me on raw yams as on the previous day and again I galloped him around till nightfall of that day; at evening we returned to his cave and once more he chained me by the neck to a tree, and when he had fed me on raw yams, re-entered his home and slept.
You will be thinking by now that I ought somehow to have freed myself during this length of time—and rightly too. What made the situation so dismal was that he had seized my gun from the moment of my capture and when he arrived home, he took it into the cave; he even took my hunting-bag at the same time. And from the day that I came to that place, he never allowed me to enter his home: whenever we returned to the cave, it was the chain for me. I tried the few spells and charms that I had left on my person but none of them had any effect.
I invoked, bullied, and commanded ogede but the matter seemed to have no solution. Much later, however, I began to understand where I had erred.
I realized that I indulged in magical arts but had failed to reckon with God. I forgot that He created the leaf and created the bark of the tree. Before daylight broke on my third day, I cried to God and prayed:. Help me now; help me for I cannot do it by myself alone. O God, do assist me in this. Forbid it that I become meat for this creature; forbid it that he use my skull for a bugle. Let me not perish in this forest; forbid it that from this spot I become a voyager to heaven: let me not die the death of a fowl; forbid it that this man devour me as a cat devours mice.
Let the masquerader worship the mask for as long as he pleases, he must return to render account to you; let the follower of Sango serve and serve Sango, he must render account to you; let the devotee of Oya bow to Oya, he must return in the end to you and render accounts.
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The Moslems worship you as Anabi; the Christians offer you every minute of their existence. I implore you rescue me, I cannot alone save myself, God Almighty, save me from my plight! Even so did I pray that night and I rested my hopes in God. The following morning when the man emerged as usual and offered me the usual raw yams, I was inspired by God to ask him a small question.
As we were speaking thus, we touched on the subject of the gun and he demanded to know what was the use of it. I replied at once that it was a gadget for enjoyment, and that if I thrust the muzzle of this gun in the mouth of anyone and gently caressed its stock at the base, water would flow from the gun. He looked at me with wide-mouthed astonishment and confessed that he was not aware that there was such a thing as went by the name of cooked yam.
So, I elaborated further on it, saying that when yam is cooked it is far more delicious than when it is eaten raw. So, he asked me if perchance I could cook this yam for him and, when I answered yes, he unchained me. I made a fire and cooked the yam, and when it was done, I peeled and offered it to him. When he tasted this yam, it tickled his palate no end and he began to talk to me with interest. I replied at once that it was a gadget for enjoyment, and that if I thrust the muzzle of this gun in the mouth of anyone and gently caressed its stock at the base, water would flow from the gun of such a quality that the man would experience no thirst for seven clear days.
When he heard this he hurried into the cave and brought out my weapon, eagerly he thrust the muzzle in his mouth and bade me caress it at the base. The bird is already eager to fly and idle hands pelt it with stones—this was exactly how the matter was. Even so did I bring about the end of this man, but I must rejoice no further, for I had not the least idea where I was.
But first, after I had dispatched him, I entered the cave, and when I was deep inside I discovered all manner of precious things— segi , coral beads, waist beads and expensive cloths such as velvet, sanyan , red northern, dyed cloth and exquisitely seasoned kijipa which had been smoothly beaten.
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And I discovered various kinds of headgear, okiribi , dog-ears, and plain hats. I found also three crowns which were made of beads; if a king put these on, his face would be invisible, for these beads hung down right round the crown; they were beautiful beyond words. I found a stack of yams also, and took some that I cooked.
After some time I began to hear the sound of drumming from the spiked grassland and I turned in the direction of the drums. Before long, I came upon a settlement; it was a city of ghommids. After this I selected the most valuable of these treasures, packed them properly, took my gun and my hunting-bag and began to feel my way around until I could arrive at a familiar spot and head for home. But rather than soften, the fronds of the coconut palm merely stood stiffer. The more I sought a way out, the deeper I was lost.
These were different from the usual run of ghommids ; they were just like human beings and both male and female were attractively attired; they were like birds of elegant plumage. On the day of my arrival, the crown prince of the town was holding a celebration and the entire populace was gathered in the market square; their king was seated on his throne watching his son dance on horseback.
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