Dogs

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch something moving by the barn. When I look, it disappears. Wait, There it is again, at the cornfield. Some movement, some thing. Mom and I have been on the run for years. Every time he catches up with us, we move to a new place and start over. But this place is different. 'Painful and powerful in equal measure - as it should be. An extraordinary literary achievement.' Michael Morpugo