title: Molly and the Cat Who Stole Her Tongue
author: Lucy Bell
description: "Lucy Bell's delightful and heartful story highlights the miracles, big and small, that can come from the courage to follow our hearts, trust our talents, and speak up even when we're afraid. A lovely and goodhearted tale." -Gregg Levoy, author, Callings (Random House) and Vital Signs (Penguin) "In Molly's world of the 1950's, only one girl understands and speaks the language of animals. Animals understand and communicate with her, too-telepathically. Molly's heartwarming encounters lead her to solve a crime, to become an animal translator, and with the animals' loving guidance, to solve her own greatest problem. Molly and the Cat Who Stole Her Tongue sparkles with gems of wisdom and love." -Mary Peace Finley, Colorado Book Award recipient and author of The Midnight Ride of Blackwell Station "What if you woke one day and could no longer talk? Follow Molly and her band of animal friends as she courageously journeys to find the "cat who stole her tongue" in order to regain her voice and her place in the world. Luminous pencil illustrations by Linda E. Martin are a perfect accompaniment to this heartwarming tale of courage and determination." -Nancy Bentley, Author, The Case of the Garden Monster (Scholastic) and Filmmaker, Talking Walls (YDA) "An often delightful, unexpected coming-of-age tale that unlocks the story behind a youngster's silence." -Kirkus Reviews
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  The Adventures of
  
  
  Button
  
  
  Broken Tail
  
  
    
    
    
    
  Richard W. Leech, M.D.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Shaking involuntarily, Buttons moved quickly ahead, ignoring the warning hiss
  of Cross-eye. Toby backed carefully toward the shore, ever keeping his eyes on
  the logs and the fangs behind them. Each had sustained bites, and small ragged
  lines of blood followed them in.
  
  
  Buttons cried out as she rose from the water. The dark figure had to be Sally,
  but something dreadful was wrong. The small Scottie hastened forward to be
  with her best friend.
  
  
  The two cats shivered also. Nothing to be seen, no sounds. Yes, that was it.
  Nothing was to be heard. Even the wind had ceased.
  
  
  Buttons rapidly approached her best friend and stumbled as she viewed the
  terrible scene before her.
  
  
  Sally lay on her side. Instead of brown and black mixed with white, there was
  only blood, trickling in many small streams from many rips and fang marks to
  clot in the