Suzanne Newman

The Magical Velvet Black Book

It was a cold winter morning in early March, just bfore after dawn.I saw no lights one. Several years ago I was born on that day. Surrounded by trees, in a pile of white leaves, A tad different I was from the others you see. Their ears seemed to be a little pointier than me. Mine were quite soft on one side, actually quite round. The other side was a little pointy lying there on the ground.