Tree Home
Tag: Author: Jean Craighead George
Tree Home
I am on my mountain in a tree home that people have passed without ever knowing that I am here. The house is a hemlock tree six feet in diameter, and must be as old as the mountain itself.
My Side of the Mountain
Jean Craighead George
Downy Feathers
When I awoke my eyes opened on two gray eyes in a white stroobly head. Small pinfeathers were sticking out of the stroobly down, like feathers in an Indian quiver. The blue beak curled down in a snarl and up in a smile.
“Oh, Frightful,” I said, “you are a raving beauty.”
My Side of the Mountain
Jean Craighead George
