Running Wild

Running Wild
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Michael Morpurgo. Running Wild

Contents

A sudden change of heart

“Look at me, I need a smile”

“No leaves, Oona, I can’t eat leaves”

Tiger, Tiger…

A feast of figs

“He is like God here”

Other One

Burning bright

Sanctuary

Elephant’s child

Postscript

Author’s Note

Post postscript

The Iraq War

Deforestation

Orang-utans

Tsunami

Tyger Tyger

Acknowledgements

If you enjoyed Running Wild, check out some of Michael Morpurgo's other great titles

About the Author

Also by Michael Morpurgo

About the Publisher

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For Ella, Lottie and Charlie, and in memory of their grandfather, Eddie.

Dedication

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Every moment of the afternoon a month or so later was so deeply etched in my memory. Despite all my best efforts not to, I lived it again now riding up on the elephant thousands of miles away from home, from where it had all happened. A rainy Sunday it had been. We were flopped on the sofa in front of the television, watching Shrek 2, for about the tenth time. It was my favourite film – Dad had given me the DVD for my birthday a couple of months before. We were enjoying it just as much as ever, anticipating every wacky moment, every hilarious gag. The doorbell rang.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake, who’s that?” Mum said. She pressed the pause button, got up wearily from the sofa, and went to see who it was. I wasn’t a bit interested in who it was, I just wanted to go on watching Shrek. There were hushed voices in the hallway. I heard footsteps going along the passage into the kitchen. The door closed. Whoever the visitors were, Mum obviously wasn’t coming back into the sitting-room for a while. So I pressed the play button and settled down again to watch. Only when the film finished, an hour or so later, did it occur to me that it was a little strange that Mum still hadn’t come back – I knew she loved Shrek almost as much as I did. That’s why I went to find her.

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