The forest was still. A calm lay upon its vast extent, from the green-capped hills in the east to the noble river which, fed by the streams so quietly meandering through the pleasantly wooded country, found its way to the sea where the greatest city of the New World was destined to stand. The clear, bell-like note of a waking bird startled the morning hush. A doe and her fawn that had couched in a thicket seemed roused to activity by this early matin and suddenly showered the short turf with a dewy rain from the bushes which they disturbed as they leaped away toward the "lick." The gentle creatures first slaked their thirst at the margin of the creek hard by and then stood a moment with outstretched nostrils, snuffing the wind before tasting the salt impregnated earth trampled as hard as adamant by a thousand hoofs.
George, what is it you want me to write down?"Gather 'round and hear the stories of George the Church-Mouse, Ralph the Grasshopper, Susie the Ant, and all the adventurous animals of the church-yard at St. Paul's. Lean in and listen as they travel to faraway lands across the street, brave the raging waves of the local swimming hole, and sneak through the lands of the legendary beast, the House-Cat. And most of all, learn of the love of Jesus, as told through the simple wisdom of a humble church-mouse.Mr. B is the pastor of a small church in Schulenburg, TX. Often alone in the study room of the church, he becomes the only human friend of the greater population of that church: the animals! Giving voice to the small and unseen, Mr. B retells his personal and quiet conversations with George to the (human) children who come to the church each Sunday.
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