“Once there was a boy and one day he found a penguin at his door …”
The nameless boy and this lost penguin began a journey to get the latter home. Home, of course, was in the South Pole. The nameless boy brought out an old rowboat, and the lost penguin helped to pack. It was a long journey, but not a boring one.
The nameless boy kept talking and telling stories. The lost penguin continued listening. They went on and on and conquered rough waters.
Until they reached the South Pole. But was the penguin really home?
Ah, and the drama rowed to its peak.
Two lonely characters met. Befriended. Cared for. Parted. They both lost a friend.
Would they find each other again?
Lost and Found By Oliver Jeffers (a wonderfully talented writer/illustrator who tells stories in a clear and sincere manner ~ )
Oliver’s website can be found here: http://www.oliverjeffers.com/picture-books/lost-and-found
It’s rare to find a friend you stay friends with. I’m lucky I’m still very close to my first friend. My first friend ever. Her name’s Edlyn and when we were very young, I once played a prank on her: I asked her to sit on a chair which I then timely pulled away. (Hey, somebody did that to me and I thought it was pretty funny. But it could have hurt Edlyn’s spine. A reckless kid, I was. She cried so hard and ignored me for days. I was terrified I’d lose her.) We lost touch a few times throughout the years but always manage to ‘find’ each other. We’re celebrating our 25th frienniversary.
Are you still very much in crazy touch with your childhood friends? Have you lost and found each other? (When you look at your children/grandchildren now, do you wish they’d remain close friends with whoever they currently hang out with?)