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Simon Schuster Books for Young Readers
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Product Description Newbery Medalist Cynthia Rylant brings the peaceful sounds, sights, and characters of the coast vividly to life in the third book of the Lighthouse Family series, in which the family discovers the beauty of the forest. In a lighthouse by the ocean, Seabold, a dog, and Pandora, a cat, live with their three little mice children, Whistler, Lila, and Tiny. One day, Lila and Whistler decide they want to investigate the mysterious forest that stands near their home. What adventures could be waiting between those trees? Brother and sister ask permission to go exploring and discover not only adventure and enchantment but also a new friend! About the Author Cynthia Rylant is the author of more than 100 books for young people, including the beloved Henry and Mudge, Annie and Snowball, Brownie & Pearl, Motor Mouse, and Mr. Putter & Tabby series. Her novel Missing May received the Newbery Medal. She lives in Portland, Oregon. Preston McDaniels is the illustrator of the Phineas L. MacGuire series and Cynthia Rylant’s Lighthouse Family series. He lives in Aurora, Nebraska, with his wife and two daughters. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Eagle By Cynthia Rylant Aladdin PaperbacksCopyright ©2005 Cynthia Rylant All right reserved. ISBN: 9780689863110 Chapter Three: The Forest The day that Whistler and Lila prepared for their journey into the trees was a beautiful one. The bluffs above the waves were covered with what Pandora called "paintbrush" -- hundreds of wildflowers in reds, oranges, and pinks. The sky was sapphire blue. The soft winds were cool and clean. Pandora helped Lila with her sweater and bonnet while Seabold stood nearby and reminded Whistler of all the rules: "Watch the compass. "Never separate. "And come home when the sun is directly overhead. It will be time for lunch and Pandora is baking tarts." "Tarts!" said Whistler. "We shall sniff our way back home!" "Sniff and watch the compass," said Seabold. Lila looked at Seabold as she straightened her bonnet. "We will be very careful, Seabold," she said. "We are very good with the compass now." "That you are," said Seabold. "I do believe you could find your way to the North Pole from here." "I have a few friends there you might visit," Pandora said with a smile. "Among them a walrus who sings." "Really?" asked Whistler. "How did you meet a walrus?" asked Lila. "Oh, he was just passing through," said Pandora. "And he had a sore throat." "Did you help him?" asked Lila. "A cup of roseroot tea and he was singing like a bell," said Pandora. "Well, we aren't going as far as the North Pole," said Whistler. "At least not today." Pandora smiled again. "I should hope not," she said. "One should always come home for tarts." "Yes," said Lila. Seabold handed the children their twine bags and a walnut flask filled with water. "The compass," reminded Seabold. "Right-o," said Whistler. And with a kiss from each on Tiny's soft head, the two children stepped out the door. "I think that once we are in the forest, we should search for a fairy ring," Lila said to Whistler as they walked along the cliff toward the woods. "What is a fairy ring?" asked Whistler. "It's a circle of mushrooms under a tree," said Lila. "Once, Pandora told me that when she was little, she collected them for her mother. Her mother cooked them into a nice soup." "I'm just hoping to look at bugs," said Whistler. "Ugh," said Lila. As the children drew nearer the dark forest, the trees seemed to grow taller and taller with each step. Hemlock, cedar, spruce, and fir -- all rose up to the sky in tight rank, blocking out the sunlight. Whistler checked the compass as he and Lila looked behind them toward home. "I know where we are," said Whistler. "So do I," said Lila. "I can see the lighthouse right over there." "Well," said Whistler, "in a fog the compass would have guided us." "I am counting on it," said Lila, "for I can already taste those tarts." Looking back toward home one
