FOG IN THE MEADOW by Joanne Ryder


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How does it feel to be a small animal lost in the fog? Ryder's audience will experience the situation from within, as first the cold wind blows ""across the crickets' small black backs"" and ""past rows of sparrows sleeping in the bare oak tree"" and then the fog comes fast, ""creeping like moss over the snail's shell."" The fox comes quietly too, and a rabbit hides from him in a patch of briars, trying to see or smell her burrow until at last the ""familiar sounds"" of the other animals help her find her way. Illustrated with a suitable blend of mistiness and precision (though without the text's evocative distinction), this is another empathic brush with nature by the author of Simon Underground (1976) and A Wet and Sandy Day (1977).

Pub Date: April 11th, 1979
Publisher: Harper & Row