‘George soon learned that the quiet voice was always there to help when he needed it.’
The wisdom of Fog: a short story by Jake (aged 8) and Max (11) Hemmings
George lay on his back in the den in the woods, cuddling Foxy, his white fox that Grampie had bought him in Scotland.
Looking up through the leaves, he shouted: ‘It’s not fair; six isn’t too young to go to a funeral. I wanted to say goodbye to Grampie too.’
A quiet voice replied: ‘Don’t worry, Grampie hasn’t left you; he will always be in your heart and you can remember the happy times you had with him.’
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