The Book of the Dun Cow
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Walter Wangerin's profound fantasy concerns a time when the sun turned around the earth and the animals could speak, when Chauntecleer the Rooster ruled over a more or less peaceful kingdom. What the animals did not know was that they were the Keepers of Wyrm, monster of evil long imprisoned beneath the earth ... and Wyrm, sub terra, was breaking free.
sanity. And for just a moment Ten Pin was delighted. This game seemed soon to be over, and another, better one could begin. To help matters along he began to cough as if a little water had gotten into his lungs. But his hopes died quickly. “Spells!” Beryl managed to splutter. “Enchantments!” Tick-tock only shook his head before this display. Gingerly, Beryl bumped the Pins from their boats with the tip ends of her wings, as if each one of them were red hot, then brushed them into a yellow
they learned. And she had burst with pride to be chosen their nurse. No one knew how often she stole to their nests of a night, merely to hear their breathing and to assure herself that they were at peace. No one knew how deeply her heart yearned for them each time they went out of her sight—and for that reason she had never permitted them to leave the yard around the Coop. Did they want something from the forest? Well, then, she troubled herself to go and get it, whatever it happened to be.
out of range without his meaning to, and rolled his eyes to watch the Turkey. The sight alone caused him untold guilt. But he looked at Ocellata anyway. “One does one’s work in the galoot heat of the galoot day. Without complaint! Oh, some day! And who has bruises all over his body? And whose poor muscles ache? One’s!” Such fine chest hairs this blessed creature has, thought Mundo Cani to himself. Then it dawned on the Dog that the Turkey was eating all the pebbles which lay in a straight line
the Mad House of Otter. Chauntecleer stretched his ears to hear, but lost most of their words. Yet the tones of their conversation he caught very well, and he didn’t like the sound of it. “. . . horrid! Nothing natural, not natural-born . . . a broken neck like that! Shoulda seen, Peck; a blow so strong . . .” “. . . the gash on Ebenezer Rat! What about that? What about that? Scrape, what’re we gonna do about that?” “Me, I’m . . . place.” “You what? But Chauntecleer—” “Hush up, Peck! What do
should have bowed their heads and skulked away, leaving him alone, they didn’t. A minute. Two. Five, and then ten—they continued to stare at him with an unbroken astonishment. Not as if they were waiting for another word, but rather stunned by the stranger in front of them. Then tears began to gather in Mundo Cani’s eyes, and his gaze grew mortally woeful, grieving. The tears spilled over unnoticed, ran freely down either side of the nose; and Chauntecleer saw that the Dog’s eyes were brown,