Tell me a story, Silver. What story? The story of what happens next. That depends. On what? On how I tell it.
It was Christmas EveAnd twelve of the clock,When the message was heardOn the wind in the trees ...It was heard by the owlWith blood on its beak, and the shrewIn the ditch...Heard by the weasel,The ferret, the stoat,The terrified rabbit,The whale in the seaAnd the whaler above in his boat ...The houndsAnd the hare ...And can it be true? ...Susan Hill's poem - of which the above and below are only a series of extracts - is firmly rooted in the Northern hemisphere, where December is all about frost, and sometimes snow, and the long nights are for hunting. But at its heart is the setting aside of differences ...
And can it be true? ...Come and see for yourselves.So they left off theirFighting and hunting and chasingAnd dreaming of warAnd they went ...This is not a sponsored post, but Valerie has given me two copies of the book, one for me to keep, and one for me to give away, signed by both her and by Susan Hill (of The Woman in Black fame). Details of the giveaway are below, and the book is also available from Val's Acorn Moon online shop.