whisper

In the bewitching depths of the night, Sophie awoke with a feeling of anticipation. Tonight, she had planned something unheard of with her dear friend, the Big Friendly Giant (BFG). Their bond, cemented by their thrilling adventures in Dream Country, had grown incredibly strong. They shared a unique bond, a bond of trust and camaraderie. Sophie's plan was simple. She wanted to hear the dreams inside the BFG's assortment of dream jars.

In a quiet town in Maine, where the dawn gilded the wooden fences and the evening descended with a hush, lived a man named Eliot. He was a simple man, known for his solitary life and the horses he tended in his ranch. People didn't know much about Eliot, barring the fact that he had a gift, an uncanny knack for understanding horses that seemed to parallel the legendary horse whisperer, Tom Booker, as told in Nicholas Evans' famous book.

Salamanca Tree Hiddle, or Sal as her friends called her, sat beneath the whispering tree. It was the same old sycamore on the banks of the winding Euclid’s Creek near her grandparents' house in Bybanks, Kentucky.

Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains, a young boy named M.C. Higgins braved the trials of everyday life. He lived on Sarah's mountain, the same mountain his father had wooed his mother at the top. M.C. was befriended by a peculiar and mysterious girl, Lurhetta Outlaw, who beachcombed along the Ohio River's bank, collecting trinkets and treasures washed ashore. M.C. found her fascinating. She was different, filled with stories and songs from a place far off.