Bøker av Naomi R. Avery

Jeremiahs mother, Verbeana, prepared the morning meal and called her son. There was no answer, so she went to his bed. It was empty. She smiled to herself, knowing he must be at the stable. She crossed the yard to the stable. She too wanted to see the little colt. She peered into the stable and stood looking down. Jeremiah was sound asleep on the fresh hay with his arm around the neck of his little sleeping donkey. Verbeana smiled, turned quickly, and went back to the house knowing Jeremiah would come to eat when he woke up.