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Meet in the Meadow - A Collection of Short Stories & Poems

by Trudy Bangen Hofer

50 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #03-0383; ISBN 1-4120-0020-3; US$11.50, C$13.50, EUR9.50, £7.00

Some of the best stories come from childhood experiences. This book will take readers on many exciting adventures.

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About the Book In Chapter 4, join Megan on a wild boat ride to save her dog, Lucky. Do you ever wonder why there are so many mice around? Read "Mice Mania" in Chapter 7, and find out. In Chapter 3, sit along the river bank with the author and her sister, Torrey, and let the lazy days of summer flow by!

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About the Author Trudy Bangen Hofer was born in Crookston, MN, in 1967. She has lived near Climax, MN, all her life, where her father still farms. She lives only one mile from where she grew up, with her husband and three daughters. The story titled, "River's Edge" is based on true life adventures from her childhood. Among the short stories, you will find two fact filled articles sure to keep your interest in reading!

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Sample Excerpts

CHAPTER THREE RIVER'S EDGE      Exploring the Red River of the North was always an adventure.      As we made our way down the beaten path, the sun was gleaming. With our skin saturated with bug spray, my sister Torrey and I followed the trail or worn out grass.      Our favorite spot was easy to find. Ths grass was pushed down flat into the dirt on the river bank, from being used repeatedly.      As we settled in, the aroma of our father's freshly harvested wheat field, along the river, floated over on a soft gust of wind. We baited our fishing hooks and cast or rods. Then we sat there and waited. The sun warmed our skin; it was so peaceful. We sat there and watched the narrow blades of grass swaying gently in the cool breeze. We watched the dirty grimy water rippling softly as it flowed to the north. Crisp brown and gold leaves occasionally floated down around us from the towering trees      When we would least expect it, our rods would bow. We ususally screamed to one another with excitement. Pulling the rods out of the grungy water was tricky. Most of the time, the line would get tangled in the long slimy weeds just belown the surface.      Once we got the line free and clear, we were lucky to find a catfish or bullhead on the hook. Trying to grab the fish and take it off the hook felt like trying to get a hold of a bar of soap in a bathtub full of warm water.      After we threw the fish back in the river, it was time to eat. Our lunch box gave off the stench of rotten apples. The thirst quenching flavor of diluted lemonade hit the back of our parched throats, as we sipped our drinks. Once our thirst had been satisfied, we would relish the flavor of our sandwiches made with crunchy peanut butter. The cool lemonade would wash our mouths, and prepare it for the smooth taste of our milk chocolate candy bars that would follow. The odor of fish and mud on our hands didn't even bother us.

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