Don't Spill the Milk!

Don't Spill the Milk!

Stephen Davies

Language: English

Pages: 32

ISBN: 1467720283

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Over the uppy downy dunes, across the dark, wide river and up the steep, steep mountain, Penda lovingly carries a bowl of milk to her father in the grasslands. But will she manage to get it there without spilling a single drop?

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for more than ten years and regularly visit Mali and Niger. I wrote Don’t Spill the Milk! specifically with Christopher Corr in mind. He is very good at portraying Africa’s varied landscapes, so I chose a region that would show off this variety to the utmost. I chose the banks of the Niger River (in the West African country of the same name), and the Dosso Reserve, on the eastern bank of the Niger River, which I have visited on several occasions. All the geographic features in the book are found

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the sand. It was the day of the rainy-season mask dance. Penda wove her way amid a million dancing beasties. Walk tall, walk steady, eyes on the horizon, girl. Don’t even think about spilling any milk. The great River Niger was dark and wide. Penda took a ride in a stinky f ishing boat. Don’t shiver, don’t quiver, don’t fall in the river, girl. Keep it on your head, girl, milk don’t f loat. Fifteen pale giraffes were stalking across the plains like f ifteen aliens on a dusty moon.

the sand. It was the day of the rainy-season mask dance. Penda wove her way amid a million dancing beasties. Walk tall, walk steady, eyes on the horizon, girl. Don’t even think about spilling any milk. The great River Niger was dark and wide. Penda took a ride in a stinky f ishing boat. Don’t shiver, don’t quiver, don’t fall in the river, girl. Keep it on your head, girl, milk don’t f loat. Fifteen pale giraffes were stalking across the plains like f ifteen aliens on a dusty moon.

a big hug. “It’s not all gone,” he whispered. “There was more than milk in that bowl.” “Huh?” said Penda. “It’s true,” said Daddy. “Your love for me was in the bowl as well. You carried it over the dunes and across the river and up the mountain. You carried it past the mask dance and the white giraffes. You brought it all the way up to the grasslands, and you gave it to me just fine. This bowl was full of love, girl, and it still is. You didn’t spill a drop.” Penda wiped away her tears. She

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