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    Misty's Twilight
    Misty's Twilight
    Misty's Twilight
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    Misty's Twilight

    By Marguerite Henry

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    Misty’s Twilight is part thouroughbred, part Chinoteague pony, and one hundred percent fire and talent. A direct descendant of the most famous pony ever, Misty of Chinoteague, Twilight has greatness in her blood. Now it’s her turn to shine, perhaps as a cutting horse, a jumper, or in the graceful art of dressage.

    Can Twilight, whose ancestors were wild ponies living on an untamed island, do it? Can she compete against the best horses in the world...and win?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAladdin
    Release dateDec 18, 2012
    ISBN9781442488069
    Author

    Marguerite Henry

    Marguerite Henry (1902–1997) was the beloved author of such classic horse stories as King of the Wind, Misty of Chincoteague, and Stormy, Misty’s Foal, and her work has won several Newbery Awards and Honors. 

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    • 5/5
      A childhood favorite re-visited.Is the story as good as I remember? – YesWhat ages would I recommend it too? – All ages. Children will enjoy the single storyline; while adults enjoy an easy afternoon read (especially while waiting on a bus, show, doctor, or other appointments).Length? – Reasonable for an afternoon.Characters? – Memorable, several characters, though a bit confusing in the beginning.Setting? – Real world, Recent times (1970′s and 1980′s).Written approximately? – 1992.Does the story leave questions in the readers mind? – Yes! At the beginning, it moves extremely slowly as it retells the original “Misty of Chincoteague” story. The “As you know, Bob” style of writing. The fist third of the book could have been made into a one page prologue for those who either had not read, or not recently read “Misty of Chincoteague.” Seemed dull at first. Finally, once it got to the story, it jumped around a bit, and leaves the reader wondering where the twelve years disappeared to. Also, what happened to Chris?Any issues the author (or a more recent publisher) should cover? – Not at present.
    • 5/5
      Marguerite Henry makes the best book ever!!! Especially the series about Misty.
    • 4/5
      good
    • 5/5
      amazing book
    • 3/5
      its kund of god because you have to find out if misty could make it or not

    Book preview

    Misty's Twilight - Marguerite Henry

    To Dr. Sandy Lynn Price (owner of Misty’s Twilight)

    who warmed my heart by saying,

    Our book is like a dream come full circle.

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    This is the story of Twilight, Misty of Chincoteague’s great-great grandfoal.

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    Chapter 1

    THE DREAM

    On an early Saturday in spring, when dreams explode into reality, Dr. Sandy Price tiptoed about her home on Stolen Hours Farm. She was gathering up research for the trip she’d planned ever since she was a ponytailed youngster in the sixth grade. That was the year she first read a book called Misty of Chincoteague, and the year one of her lifelong dreams had begun.

    Sandy piled the breakfast nook table with a rainbow of color. The kitchen calendar topped the display, with a lively parade of ponies, wild and tame. Three glasses of freshly poured orange juice paled by comparison.

    Thrilled with her production, Sandy stood back a moment to admire it. She was interrupted by two sleepy-eyed children who came yawning into the room. Sandy announced the electrifying news: All aboard for Chincoteague! What a glamorous way to spend your birthdays! She picked up the calendar and with a dramatic flourish tore off April, May, and June and pointed to the last week in July. Chris and Pam stared.

    Pam whispered, Mom’s flipped. But nothing could stop Sandy now. She circled the last week of July in red ink and called out:

    "July 23 - Two birthdays and Departure Day, northward bound from Ocala, Florida, to Chincoteague, Virginia.

    July 24 - Still heading north.

    July 25 - Arrive Chincoteague Island.

    July 26 - Scouting neighboring Assateague for wild ponies.

    July 27 - The roundup and the swim across the channel.

    July 28 - The auction."

    Both children studied their mother as if she were a teacher dictating weeks of assignments. Why, that’s the middle of summer! Chris said.

    Sandy was deaf to the tone of his voice. She translated it as That’s so far away I can hardly wait.

    That’s it, Pam said with a shrug of impatience. It’s done! July twenty-third—our birthday, Mom’s D-Day.

    The children shoved their chairs into place, gulped their orange juice, ate their cereal in silence, and bolted out-of-doors.

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    All Pam could think of was the extra chores that would come with more horses. Do I have to be a pony girl forever, weeding the racetrack and picking stones off it? Pam wondered. Those were the chores she hated most.

    Chris thought only of his snakes. My boa constrictor is going to have babies in July. Maybe fifty! And Mom wants me to leave her behind for some dumb ponies?

    Inside, their mother remained at the table, lost in a happy daydream of wild ponies and crashing surf. In Misty of Chincoteague wise old Grandpa Beebe called one of the ponies just a piece of wind and sky.

    Soon, Sandy promised herself, some of those wild pieces of wind and sky will come to live right here on Stolen Hours Farm!

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    Chapter 2

    D-DAY

    Three months later, when D-Day finally arrived, the big thoroughbred trailer stood ready for loading. Sandy was up at sunrise directing operations.

    Pam, please bring in the empty water jugs and the pails. Chris! Can you lug a bale of hay and a bag of sawdust up the ramp?

    ’Course, but why?

    Pam explained, Sawdust for footing, you dummy, and hay to feed the ponies.

    Sandy laughed in gladness for the day. She felt an endless energy. She helped Chris pull the hay and sawdust up the ramp and against the trailer’s wall.

    Now, who volunteers to clean two old and worn halters? They’re hanging behind the door of the tack room; they’ll be just the right size for two Chincoteague foals on their way to Stolen Hours Farm.

    Each child pointed to the other.

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    How about drawing straws? Sandy suggested. The short one wins the job. Ten minutes later Pam was standing on the bale of hay, hanging up the sweat-fragrant halters where they’d be ready at hand when they were needed.

    Sandy nodded her approval. Thank you, Pam. Now will you two run up to the house, grab your suitcases, and say good-bye to Judy. We’re ready to hit the road.

    While she waited for the children, Sandy climbed into the trailer. She pulled out a wisp of hay and began chewing on it, ruminating on how life shuffles us around. A child’s world changes, she thought. Nothing stays the same . . . except maybe a dream.

    Sandy had held onto her dream. The only other thing that had stayed the same in her life was her father’s love. No, there were two things: Papa Ed’s love, and his and her kinship with horses. From birth to old age, horses could be sad and glad, aching and frisky, jealous and angry—the whole gamut of ups and downs. Horses share so much with people, Sandy thought.

    Her musings were cut off by the sounds of morning—the staccato hoofbeats of the yearling trainees, then the closer sounds of Chris and Pam grumbling.

    Who wants to go to a nerdy place with a nerdy name like Chicatig? Unmistakably Chris.

    Pam was agreeing. And I was invited to a picnic with Jan and Beth, and they were going to bake a birthday cake for me—all chocolate!

    Big deal! Chris scoffed. What’s an old birthday cake? My boa constrictor is going to have babies. She could have fifty, you know. What an awesome birthday present! He paused. Where the heck is Mom?

    Sandy sagged against the wall, scraping her cheek against the metal buckle of a halter. She barely felt the pain in the greater sting of disappointment. Her children didn’t share her dream! They were going to Chincoteague out of duty! How could she have mistaken their real feelings?

    Mechanically she straightened up, walked down the ramp, raised the gate, and shot the bolt into place. Once we reach ‘Chicatig,’ she said to herself, the adventure will take over and they’ll be fine. Then she quickly crossed her fingers, hoping she

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