Dog whinney blimp

(From Publishers Weekly) "Baynes's primitive black-and-white illustrations in the style of prehistoric cave drawings are simple and evocative. However, the story of the way in which wild wolves evolved as ancestors of today's domesticated dogs is a little far-reaching: wolves forage at the campfires of early man, hoping for scraps; a tribe's children find an orphaned cub and tame it; the grown wolf performs heroic feats, protecting and aiding the tribe with fierce loyalty. For all his feats, the tribe makes him a god, but he hangs his head and turns around, embarrassed by the honor. And so, they turn the word god around and call the wolf "Dog." This is written in a straight narrative that seems almost drily factual; it doesn't match the mythic or oral tradition of storytelling suggested by the drawings. Ages 5-9. Copyright 1987 Reed Business Information, Inc."

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