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Little Wing by
CECILIA SAMARTIN Illustration by JudyWalker
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ike all bats, Little Wing slept during the day and was active at night. When the sun was shining, you could find him with his colony fast asleep in an abandoned mine while hanging upside down from his toes. When the sun went down, the bats eagerly opened their wings to the night.
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The most athletic among them flew through moonbeams and waterfalls. They raced to the top of the mountain and back down again, and they played hide and seek with other night creatures like the hedgehog, hare and wolverine. Little Wing wasn’t one of the most athletic bats, but he was always up early to greet the first stars that appeared in the sky. As much as he admired the stars, he was especially fond of the shimmering moon because when he gazed at it he felt a warm and wonderful glow deep in his heart. One day when he was bigger, Little Wing planned to fly higher than any bat had ever been so he could discover for himself what made the moon shine so bright on a clear night. But there was one thing Little Wing enjoyed even more than gazing up at the moon and getting lost in his dreams.
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ittle Wing loved to sing. When other young bats were playing rough and tumble games, Little Wing preferred to spend time composing new songs. This was one of his first. One night soon I’ll fly to the moon And find out what makes her shine For now I’ll dream As her face softly gleams Of how I can make her mine
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When the other bats heard Little Wing’s song, they laughed and said he was a silly bat to be singing dumb songs when he could be playing fun games with them. “Are you a bat or a moth?” they taunted. “He’s not a moth, he’s a butterfly,” another bat replied. “A singing butterfly.” And they all laughed even harder than before.
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It always upset Little Wing when the other bats teased him, and at bedtime his mother tried her best to comfort him. ”One of these nights your friends will realize you have a special gift, and that they’re wrong to tease you about it.” “They aren’t my friends,” Little Wing said, holding back his tears. “The only way I’ll ever have friends is if we leave this place.” “Now, now, this has always been a safe home for us,” Little Wing’s mother replied with a sad look in her eyes. “If your father were still alive he would want us to stay.” Little Wing’s father died when Little Wing was just a baby. He and several other bats were killed in a mine explosion, and since then the colony made their home where they were certain humans never ventured. The abandoned mine seemed like the perfect place. “I’m pretty sure my father would’ve wanted me to have friends,” Little Wing muttered. “We’ll talk more about it later,” his mother said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “But now it’s time to sleep. You’ll feel much better when the sun goes down tomorrow. You’ll see” Little Wing obediently folded his wings and closed his eyes, but he peeked out just as the morning sun started to glow at the entrance of the cave, and he wondered about something he never dared wonder about before.
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n a small house not far from where Little Wing lived, a girl named Sarah looked out of her bedroom window and watched as the sun rose over the mountain. It would be another beautiful day, but this didn’t make her feel like getting dressed and going outside. Soon her father would be off to work the mines like he did every morning, and she would be alone for most of the day. She turned away from the window to look at the photograph she kept on her nightstand and as always she felt an overwhelming sadness in her heart. Then she heard a knock at the door and her father entered the room. 17
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“Good morning Sarah, how did you sleep?” he asked cheerfully. Sarah shrugged her thin shoulders. “Okay I guess.” He sat down at the foot of her bed and smiled. “Your teacher Miss Evans just called to say that she misses having you in class. How about you get dressed and I’ll take you to school? Then later today we’ll go get an ice cream like we used to do.” Sarah thought about this for a moment. She liked ice cream and she liked Miss Evans even more. “I’ll try Papa,” she said, and she threw back her blankets and swung her legs out of bed, but the minute they touched the floor, she felt her body get cold and shaky. Soon she was trembling so much she could hardly speak. “I…I’m sorry Papa,” she said as tears fell from her eyes. “I want to make you and Miss Evans happy, but I can’t go to school today. I just can’t.” Sarah’s father embraced his daughter and helped her get back into bed. “At least you tried this time,” he said sadly. “But every day you have to try a little harder.” “I will Papa.” “Do you promise?” “I promise,” Sarah said. Satisfied for the moment, Sarah’s father kissed her on the cheek and went off to work. Through the window, Sarah watched him get into his truck and drive away toward the mountain. Then she took the photograph that was next to her and held it close. “I wish you were here,” she whispered.
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ack at the abandoned mine, Little Wing waited until his mother and all the other bats of the colony were asleep. Then he unfolded his wings and quietly crept along the walls of the mine until he reached the entrance. He cautiously poked his head outside and was amazed by what he saw. The sun’s golden light was everywhere, and the colors were the most brilliant he’d ever seen. For a moment, he wondered if he was dreaming, but he knew he was awake because he could feel his heart pounding in his chest and the warmth of the great big sun on the back of his wings. 21
And then he heard a wonderful sound. From above and below him birds of all kinds were singing and Little Wing couldn’t help himself, he started to sing along, as he turned happy summersaults in the air. Now that he’d found these daytime creatures that enjoyed singing too, he forgot all about the bats who made fun of him before. But when the birds heard Little Wing singing, they grew silent. And when they saw that a creature of the night had joined them, they began to dive down on Little Wing’s head and angrily flutter their wings in his face to make him stop and go away. And all the while they cried… Go back to your cave and leave us alone In darkness and dampness is where you belong The sun is for us and we don’t want to share You’re a silly strange bat For daring to dare
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Little Wing covered his head with his wings and fell to the ground in a heap. He stayed there until all was silent and he didn’t dare peek out until he was certain the birds had flown away. And when he did, the only thing he saw was a colorful caterpillar munching on a big leaf. Little Wing then sang very softly.
I can’t seem to find a place to be me The creatures of both day and night will agree I don’t know what to do Where to make my new home Will you be my friend So I won’t be alone?
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But the caterpillar had never seen a bat before and was afraid he might be eaten, so he dropped the leaf and crawled away as fast as he could. Little Wing was the saddest he’d ever been. If singing meant he’d have to be alone for the rest of his life, he didn’t want to sing ever again. But Little Wing wasn’t really alone. Ever since he emerged from the mine, a much larger daytime creature had been secretly watching him. Moments later a man with a pickaxe crept out from behind a nearby tree, and before Little Wing knew what was happening, a shadow swooped over him and he was trapped inside a bag filled with stones of many shapes and sizes. Frightened and confused, he called out to his mother and the other bats of the colony, but they were all fast asleep and couldn’t hear his cries for help.
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ittle Wing traveled for some distance in the sack. He was getting bumped around against the stones and was very scared. Then everything grew still and he was blinded by a bright light. A large hand suddenly grabbed him and stuffed him inside a cage so small he couldn’t fully open his wings. Through the bars of the cage, a little girl with large sad eyes stared at him and Little Wing stared back. The girl appeared to be nine or ten years old and she was pale and thin.
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The man who was the girl’s father called her Sarah. Little Wing thought it strange that Sarah was in bed at a time when girls and boys were usually at school or outside playing with their friends. He figured that she must be ill. “What is it?” Sarah asked her father. “It’s a bat,” he replied. “I found it up by the mines.” Sarah made a face. “I don’t like bats very much.” “This is no ordinary bat. I saw this one turning summersaults in the air before he was attacked by a flock of birds. I thought he might cheer you up.” It upset Sarah to think that the poor little bat had been attacked, and she had to admit that it was kind of cute. “I’ll keep it for now,” Sarah said. “And maybe tomorrow we can set it free.”
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The father left the room and Sarah placed a bit of food and water in the cage, but Little Wing was too frightened to eat or drink. More than anything he wished that tomorrow would come quickly so he could go home. Eventually Sarah grew tired of staring at Little Wing, so she put his cage on the floor and turned out the light. Then Little Wing heard a very strange sound. It reminded him of a rushing river or a storm sweeping over the mountain. Before too long he realized it was the sound of Sarah weeping. When morning came, Sarah didn’t set Little Wing free as he hoped. Instead, she placed his cage on her lap again and for several days they silently stared at each other. Little Wing didn’t eat or drink and every night when Sarah turned out the light, she cried herself to sleep.
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ne morning after wiping her runny nose on her pajama sleeve, Sarah reached one finger into the cage and gently stroked Little Wing’s soft furry head. At first Little Wing was afraid to be touched by such a large snotty creature, but when he realized that Sarah wasn’t going to hurt him, he closed his eyes and made a peeping sound like a bird. Soon he felt less lonely and afraid and he began to eat and drink a little bit. When Sarah saw that Little Wing accepted the food she’d given him, she smiled and this made Little Wing feel even better. “What’s your name?” Sarah asked, and as often happens when children and animals make a special connection, they understood each other perfectly. “Little Wing,” he softly replied.
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“That’s a very nice name for a very nice bat,” Sarah said, and this time it was Little Wing who smiled. “Can I ask you a question?” Little Wing said. “You can ask me whatever you like Little Wing,” Sarah replied still smiling. “Why do you cry yourself to sleep every night?” The smile instantly left Sarah’s face and her eyes were filled with sadness. “Last winter when the first snow fell, I called my mother and asked her to pick me up after school so I wouldn’t have to walk home in the cold. On her way to the school, her car slipped on the icy road. ” Sarah turned to look at the photograph of a young woman she kept next to her bed. Little Wing noticed that the woman had Sarah’s same kind eyes and lovely smile. “Every night when I go to sleep, I think about how much I miss her and how I wish I had walked home from school that day. ” Sarah told Little Wing that even though her father felt sad and lonely too, he still had to work the mines every day. But ever since losing her
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mother Sarah couldn’t find the strength to go to school, play with her friends or even get out of bed. Little Wing wished he could say something to help Sarah feel better, but all he could do was listen. Then later that evening, after Sarah had cried herself to sleep, something amazing happened. A silver beam of moonlight entered the window and shone upon the photograph of Sarah’s mother making it glow in a beautiful and magical way. As Little Wing gazed at the moonlit picture, a new song came to him.
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No matter what you do And no matter where you go I am with you I am with you Though we may be far apart In our thoughts and in hearts We’re together We’re together Forever Forever Forever
Sarah slept peacefully as Little Wing sang to her, and all through the night she dreamt that her mother came to her and said she would always watch over her. She said that whenever Sarah needed her, she would feel her in the warmth of the sun and the soft glow of the moon and the stars. The next morning when Sarah woke up, she felt better than she had in a long time. She still missed her mother, but she sensed a shimmer of something in her heart coming back to life, and never again did she cry herself to sleep.
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ven though Sarah spent most of her time in bed, each day she was with Little Wing she felt stronger and happier than she did the day before. She enjoyed letting him out of his cage so he could flitter and swoop about in her room as he sang, This amused Sarah very much and made her laugh out loud. “I love how you sing Little Wing,” Sarah said. “It makes me feel like singing too.” “Sing with me then,” Little Wing said as he fluttered down to her lap. “But I can’t sing very well,” Sarah replied. “If you can laugh you can sing, and I’ll teach you some of my songs if you like.” “I would like that,” Sarah replied, and soon enough she and little wing were singing together. This was one of their favorite songs.
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You’re a creature of the day And I’m a creature of the night And when we get together It’s a wonderful sight You may prefer the sun And I may prefer the moon But it’s the light In both our hearts That makes this friendship Bloom
Sarah took very good care of Little Wing. She cleaned his cage every day and gave him fresh food and water. She brushed his fur with a toothbrush and gently wiped his delicate wings with a damp cloth. She put a bar in his cage so he could hang upside down and in the daytime she kept the blinds shut so he could sleep, but resting was difficult for both of them. Sarah and Little Wing enjoyed being together so much that Little Wing didn’t want to sleep when Sarah was awake and Sarah wanted to stay up all night with Little Wing so they could play. One evening just as Sarah was putting Little Wing back in his cage, he overheard her father talking on the telephone about his plans for the next day. Little Wing was so upset by what he heard, that he refused to get back in his cage.
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hat’s wrong Little Wing?” Sarah asked. “I just heard your father say he was planning to blow up the abandoned mine at the foot of the mountain.” “That’s right,” Sarah replied. “Part of his job is to seal up old mines that are unsafe. Sometimes the only way to do it is with explosives.” “But my colony lives in that mine,” Little Wing said, more upset than ever. “I have to warn them before it’s too late.”
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Sarah thought about what to do. If she let Little Wing go, she feared he wouldn’t return. But if she didn’t allow him to go and his colony was destroyed, he’d never forgive her. She decided that the only solution was to take him to the mine herself, and Little Wing agreed to show her the way. Just before sunrise the next morning, Sarah got out of bed for the first time in months and put on her regular clothes. She was trembling with fear, but her desire to help Little Wing gave her courage. As the sun was coming up on the horizon, she and Little Wing set off from the house and slowly made their way along the winding trail that led to the foot of the mountains where the old mine was located. They arrived just as the miners were preparing their explosives, but before they could light the fuse, Little Wing cried out in a loud clear voice. 42
Wake up and fly away fast as you can The sun may be rising but danger’s at hand The men they will blow up your home very soon Listen to me and you won’t meet your doom
Hearing Little Wing’s warning song, the entire colony burst out of the mine all at once. There were so many bats that the men had to duck and cover their heads. And when they looked up they were amazed to see the sky filled by an enormous cloud of flittering bats. When the bats realized that it was Little Wing’s song that saved them, they felt badly for teasing him before. “Come home, Little Wing,” they cried. “Your mother misses you and we’ll be your friends. Come home.” It was good to see the colony again, and Little Wing realized that he missed them and his mother too, but Sarah needed him and he couldn’t leave her now. He smiled and waved to the other bats, but made no attempt to join them. His home was with Sarah now.
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oon Sarah was feeling well enough to return to school but she refused to go unless Little Wing went with her so Sarah’s father made special arrangements with the teacher. This wasn’t difficult to do because Sarah’s teacher, Miss Evans, was a dedicated animal lover. She had many pets at home and kept snakes, rats and big tarantula spiders in her classroom because she wanted her students to love and respect animals as much as she did, even those that some people thought were scary. Miss Evans was very happy to welcome Little Wing into her classroom as well and she found a nice place for his cage by the window with the other animals. “Aren’t you the cutest thing?” she said to him. “And isn’t Sarah a lucky girl to have found you?” 45
Because Little Wing could only communicate with Sarah, he made a happy little peeping sound in reply. He liked Miss Evans very much and enjoyed meeting Sarah’s friends, and watching her learn in class and play soccer out on the schoolyard. Even though it meant spending most of the day in the small cage when he could’ve been sleeping comfortably at home, he preferred to be near Sarah. From time to time, Miss Evans would ask her students to stand up and speak in front of the class. They were free to talk about whatever they wanted as long as they were respectful and spoke for at least one full minute
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about something that mattered to them. She called it “Heart Talk”. At first the students were nervous about doing this, but they soon got used to it and looked forward to sharing their thoughts and feelings and to the applause they received from their friends afterward. Miss Evans always applauded the loudest of all. On this day, some of the students chose to talk about a new game they’d learned, and others about a trip they’ d taken with their families. Some spoke about their pets which was one of Miss Evans’ favorite topics. This is what Sarah planned to talk about too. She was eager to tell the class all about Little Wing and what good friends they’d become, but when Ms. Evans called her to the front of the class, Sarah began to tremble from head to toe. The fear and sadness she felt before had returned and she wished she was back in her bed safe under the covers.
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Little Wing wanted to help Sarah, but he was all the way across the room with the other animals and the rats were making so much noise on the exercise wheel that he was having a hard time hearing what was going on. Miss Evans called Sarah’s name a second time, and Sarah slowly made her way to the front of the class. Everyone stared while waiting for her to begin her “Heart Talk”, but the only sound they heard was the creaking of the exercise wheel. “Sarah, are you alright?” Miss Evans asked kindly.
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Sarah nodded even though she felt like she might burst into tears at any moment. “What would you like to say to the class dear?” Sarah couldn’t reply and tears came to her eyes. Some of the children began to snigger which made Little Wing angry. He had to do something to help so very softly he began to hum a little tune that he and Sarah had sung together before. Immediately the rats were quiet and now Sarah could clearly hear Little Wing. All at once, her fear was gone and she felt inspired. Instead of a speech, she sang this new song for the class.
I was lost in the dark And felt so afraid I couldn’t do anything Trapped in my cage But along came a friend with a song just for me He unlocked the door And now I am free
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Never during the Heart Talk exercise had a student chosen to sing, but no one in the class laughed or even giggled. Then they all cheered and burst out in the loudest applause of the day. Miss Evans was delighted to see that everyone had enjoyed Sarah’s song as much as she had, but she was especially curious about the way the animals had reacted. The rats, snakes and even the spiders were alert and looking out of their cages. It appeared that they had heard and enjoyed Sarah’s song as well. As for Little Wing, not even when he and Sarah sang and played together did he feel as wonderful as he did at that moment.
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fter school Sarah always took Little Wing home with her. One afternoon a few of the other students walked home with them as well and tried to persuade Sarah to let Little Wing out of his cage so they could see him turn summersaults in the air for themselves. “Please Sarah,” they begged. “We’ve never seen a bat do tricks before.” Sarah put her ear close to Little Wing’s cage. “He says he’s too tired today. Maybe tomorrow.” “Pretty please,” they begged. 53
But Sarah shook her head. The last thing she wanted was to let Little Wing out of his cage in the open. “I’ll bet he can’t really turn summersaults in the air,” a taller boy named Eric said. “You just made that up.” “Yes he can,” Sarah replied. “And I bet he can’t really sing.” “Yes he can,” Sarah said. “We sing together all the time.” Eric laughed in a mean way and the others laughed with him. Then quick as a flash he ripped Little Wing’s cage out of Sarah’s hands and began to shake it up and down. “Stop!” Sarah cried. “You’ll hurt him.” She tried to wrestle the cage back and almost did, but then Eric started to run down the street with it. In no time he had Little Wing’s cage door open and was shaking it roughly again. Little Wing fell out of his cage and onto the sidewalk. Eric’s big hands were coming in to grab him, but before he could blink, Little Wing spread his wings and was gone. Eric kicked Little Wing’s empty cage into the bushes. “You see,” he said. “He can’t sing, and he can’t turn summersaults. He’s just a plain old bat, and you’re just a plain old liar.” Sarah felt like kicking and punching Eric until he was black and blue, but all she could do was stare helplessly at Little Wing’s empty cage. Then suddenly, they heard fluttering from above, and out of nowhere something swooped down into Eric’s face. It was Little Wing turning summersault after summersault while singing in a loud strong voice.
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You’re a silly mean boy And not very bright You should pick on yourself If you want a real fight Then you might see What we see plain as day You’re a scared bratty boy Who should just go away
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Eric tried to grab Little Wing, but Little Wing was too quick for him. The other children laughed at the sight of Eric flapping his arms about and grasping at nothing. Feeling very humiliated, Eric took off running down the street, looking every bit as scared and silly as Little Wing’s song described him to be. Later after the other children had gone and Little Wing was safely back in his cage Sarah said, “I was afraid you wouldn’t come back.” “I’ll be with you as long as you need me.” “I’ll need you forever because you’re my best friend forever,” Sarah said. “Then we’re best friends forever,” Little Wing replied.
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uring the days and weeks that passed, Sarah and Little Wing were quite happy going to school, and playing and singing together. But sometimes at night while Sarah slept, Little Wing heard the bats of the colony calling to him. “Come home Little Wing,” they cried. “We’re sorry for making fun of you before and your mother misses you. Come home, and we’ll be your friends.”
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As happy as Little Wing was with Sarah, he couldn’t deny that living like a creature of the day was starting to weaken him. He tried his best to hide his failing health because he didn’t want Sarah to worry and feel sad again. But one morning, much as he tried, Little Wing could hardly move his wings and he didn’t have the energy to sing. When Sarah’s father saw how poorly Little Wing was he took Sarah aside and spoke to her gently. “The time has come for you to let your little friend go,” he said. “No Papa,” Sarah cried. “I take very good care of Little Wing and I play with him every day.” “That may be, but he’s a bat, and for bats to be truly happy and healthy they need to be with other bats.” Sarah decided to talk with Little Wing about it later when they were alone in her room. “Papa says I should let you go, but you’re happy here aren’t you? You don’t want to leave me do you?” She asked with tears in her eyes. 60
Little Wing smiled and said, “I think best friends should always be together, don’t you?” “Yes they should,” Sarah replied with a happy smile. “And I’m going to take extra good care of you so you’ll feel like singing again. And then we’ll make up new songs to sing.” Sarah gave Little Wing more food and water and she didn’t take him to school with her anymore so he could sleep during the day like he was supposed to. Even so, Little Wing grew weaker and weaker.
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ne night, Sarah was awakened by a strange sound. When she turned on the light, she saw that Little Wing had fallen from his perch and was lying on the floor. Sarah jumped out of bed and scooped him up in her hands. “What’s wrong Little Wing? Please tell me so I can help you,” she cried. But he was too weak to reply and could only gaze at her with sad eyes. Sarah quickly got dressed and, holding Little Wing snugly in her hand, she ran out of the house and into the night. She ran all the way to the foot of the mountain where Little Wing’s colony lived, hoping and praying that it wasn’t too late. When she arrived to the place where the other bats were flittering happily overhead, she opened her hand but Little Wing’s eyes were closed and he was very still. 63
“Wake up Little Wing,” Sarah cried. “Please wake up.” But Little Wing remained silent and motionless in her hands. Realizing that she’d lost him, Sarah wept bitterly as the moon rose over the mountain. She should’ve let him go sooner. She should’ve listened to her father. But then something amazing happened. A silvery beam of moonlight touched Little Wing’s body and Sarah felt him stir in her hands. The next moment, he opened his eyes and they stared at each other as they did on the first day they met. “You have to go Little Wing,” Sarah said. “Fly away quickly before it’s too late. “
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The moonlight and night air made Little Wing feel better and he fluttered his wings, but something held him back. “Don’t worry about me anymore,” Sarah said. “Now go, please hurry.” But Little Wing made no attempt to leave, and soon his wings began to crumple into themselves again, and his eyes started to close. Realizing that the moonlight wouldn’t be enough to revive him, Sarah began to sing softly to him. I remember how we were just the two of us I was weak and you were strong You came to me when I needed you most And you sang your magic song Even though we say goodbye I know this isn’t the end When you spread your wings to fly We’re together again As we were As we were Friends forever Friends forever Friends forever
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All at once, Little Wing spread his wings and they glowed a thousand colors in the moonlight. Then without looking back, he lifted his head and flew up and out of Sarah’s hands into the night. Sarah watched as Little Wing flew directly into the light of the moon and disappeared in its shimmering glow. She was very sad to see him go, but as she gazed at the moon she felt a warm and wonderful feeling deep in her heart and knew she would never be alone again. Her best friend was happy and free, and even though she would always miss him, so was she.
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Friendship and love are The light of the world They shine in the eyes Of each boy and girl
No matter what sadness may come now and then Spread the wings of your heart And you’ll find a friend
CECILIA SAMARTIN Señor Peregrino, 2006 Drømmehjerte, 2008 Salvadoreña, 2009 Mofongo, 2010 Mofongo – Mat for sjelen, 2010 La Peregriña, 2011 Doña Maria, 2012 LITTLE WING Copyright © 2013 by Cecilia Samartin Norwegian translation rights by arrangement with John Hawkins & Associates, Inc., New York, USA Norsk utgave © juritzen jr as 2013, Oslo www.juritzenjr.no Materialet er vernet etter åndsverkloven. Uten uttrykkelig samtykke er eksemplarfremstilling, som utskrift og annen kopiering, bare tillatt når det er hjemlet i lov (kopiering til privat bruk, sitat o.l.) eller etter avtale med Kopinor (www.kopinor.no). Utnyttelse i strid med lov eller avtale kan medføre erstatnings- og straffansvar. Omslagsdesign: Judy Walker Illustrasjoner: © Judy Walker Forfatterportrett: John Andressen Satt i Sabon 14/19, Chalkduster 13/19, Lavanderia 46/55 av Judy Walker Oversatt av Jorunn Leite Sanger er gjendiktet av Henning Hagerup Papir: 150 g Dobb. Coated Silk Printed by Clemenstrykkeriet A/S, Denmark ISBN 978-82-93304-01-2
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omething has happened to Sarah. She doesn't want to go to school or play with her friends as she used to. Nobody can comfort her. One day while working at the mines, Sarah’s dad captures a bat called Little Wing and puts him in a cage that he gives to his daughter. Little Wing is not like other bats. He loves the sun and the moon and most of all he loves to sing. Sarah and Little Wing soon become best friends and they have fun singing and playing together. When they learn that Sarah's dad is planning to blow up the mine where Little Wing's family lives, Sarah finds the strength to help her new friend save his family, and together they discover a mystical power that changes their lives forever.
It is a fun, exciting, and sensitive story. A beautifully illustrated book that will touch children and adults alike.
Little Wing
As with Cecilia SamartĂn's novels for adults, her first children's book is about how friendship and love can inspire the soul to sing.Little Wing is also a story about the special connection that exists • between children and animals.
A Book for Children and the Adults who Love Them
Suitable for children from four years and for children who read themselves.
Little Wing Illustrations by JudyWalker