Mary Lyn Ray

A house sits in a field under the ever-changing sky. For a while the house was full of laughter and children and the sounds of lives being lived under its roof. And then, for a long time, it was empty and quiet. New people came to look, but they always left. Will anyone come to stay?

"For one restless pup the waking world is too full of wonder to leave behind at bedtime, until he closes his eyes and finds comfort in his dreams"--