Sometimes it was hard to get to the house in the high remote Okanogan in the winter. In the summer, when the sun was tawny gold as the head of a lion in a powder blue sky, they whizzed along...
Just as it was starting to go twilight gray all around, they heard the roar of a motor outside. When Elise's mother went to the door, there was Druid Meyer, himself, wrapped in a long red and green scarf with...
Certain troubles, certain grudges, certain tragic misunderstandings and mistakes almost as old as mankind and mouse kind span continents and centuries, hop from language to language and from people to people. While yet retaining an underlying similarity, they are translated...
So the mouse hopped up on the Unicorn's back. The Unicorn began to prance. The mouse was thrilled, because the sense of freedom was back. She felt like herself again for the first time in a very long time. She...
As soon as the little mouse had fallen asleep, safe and snug on the Unicorn's back, with his mane for a pillow, she began to dream. She was a little girl on her way to school in the spring. She...
Just as the sun, head like a lion's even in winter, was finally clear of the horizon, the Unicorn stopped to drink at a place by the shore of a large lake, where the ice was broken and the water...
On the afternoon of the fifth day, they rounded a bend in the lake and looked before them to see a forbidding set of mountains rising up to touch the sky with craggy tips. "Those," said the Unicorn, "are the...
When I think of the roof of the world, that place up so high where the blue posts of the sky sit on the earth for support, I feel a thrill that goes with a chill. The Unicorn and the...
The Unicorn's horn gave off a golden glow in the night, illuminating a small circle around them. But what good was a little circle of light, even if it came from within, in this vast high desolation? How could it...
After a long and arduous time of wandering, the little mouse acrobat and the Unicorn came at last to a place where a vast and unfamiliar prospect opened up before their eyes. Beyond the blue walls of glaciers, the hills...
Blanche was still, so still. So, by her side, was Djinnsky, the dark presence, the two of them in the accord of an immobility which seemed also a reservoir in which was contained a promise of motion too vast and...
They were back in exactly the same place from which they had departed. A few last embers glowed red in the fireplace. The dark doors of the antique toy chest were closed. Only in a pink armchair a little girl...
