![]() If it weren't for sprouts, there'd be no trees. She has named herself Sprout, because “a sprout is the mother of flowers, it breathes, stands firm against rain and wind, keeps sunlight, and rears blindingly white flowers. She escapes, but she's made an enemy of a relentless weasel and it seems like she'll never fulfill her dream of becoming a mother. Sprout, when we first meet her, appears diseased and has been left for dead in a pile of chicken carcasses. And I'm a mom with three kids and two adoption stories and here I am, unexpectedly meeting Sprout, a little hen who “had only one wish, to hatch an egg and watch the birth of a chick.” I blame The Bremen Town Musicians in my youth.īut, here's what's weird. I don't know why, but these stories have always worked for me. As I started it, I realized the pull was something more this was a story told in the spirit of Watership Down and Animal Farm meaning, a tale of animals that live together and communicate as humans do. I knew nothing about this book, other than it was translated into English from Korean lit. ![]() But as I walked on by, the little hen on the cover called out my name. I saw it in a book store, pictured the unread books in stacks next to my bed, and ignored it. That's what happened with me and this skinny novel last week. ![]() ![]() Isn't it weird, how a book will sometimes speak to you from a book store or library, call your attention to it and demand that you take it home? ![]()
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