The Turtle (Lighthouse Family)

Chapter 1: Fog At the edge of a rocky cliff, high above the beautiful waves of a blue-green sea, there stood a proud lighthouse, and in this lighthouse there lived a family.This was an unusual family, but a very happy one. At one time they had all been scattered about the world, living very different lives, never knowing that the future would one day bring them together.There was Pandora, the cat, who had lived all alone at the lighthouse. Bravely she tended the great lamp year after year to help those who sailed the seas in fog and darkness and who might be in danger of shipwreck. Seeing the bright beacon across the water, sailors carefully turned their ships away from the deadly rocks of the shore.Seabold, the dog, was for many years a sailor himself and a very fine one. He was quite proud of the boat he calledAdventure.But one dark night Seabold was tossed into the ocean in a storm, and though this might have been an unlucky turn in the dog's life, it was, in fact, good fortune. For Seabold washed up, alive, on Pandora's shore. Pandora found him, sheltered him, and they found in each other a true friend.The dog, however, knew that he must return to the sea, to a sailor's life, once he and his boat were mended. Pandora knew this too, for the sea was the very heart of Seabold's life, and she understood.But then one day they found the children, and everything changed.Pandora spotted three orphan mice -- Whistler, Lila, and their baby sister Tiny -- adrift in a crate in the vast blue waters. The children, who had fled an uncertain fate in an orphanage, were carried into the lighthouse, warmed, fed, and, ultimately, loved.Seabold did not leave. The children did not leave. Having found one another, everyone wanted to stay. So in the sanctuary that was Pandora's lonely lighthouse, they all became a family. And the lighthouse was lonely no more.Now winter was nearing. The days were shorter and colder, and a thick, damp fog rolled into shore nearly every morning. From their cottage window high on the cliff, Whistler and Lila could see the clear blue sky above them but only a gray cotton blanket of fog below. Sometimes they saw the masts of small boats poking up through the fog like twigs in a snowdrift.Lighthouse keeping became very important work in these times. Seabold often stood at the edge of the cliff for hours, sounding a foghorn in his hands, guiding small boats in to shore and warning the large schooners away. Lila and Whistler loved to be near Seabold as he worked, but on the windiest days Pandora so worried they might be blown off the cliff that she insisted the children tie themselves to the porch post. This, of course, required the children to be very creative in their play. They also had to be patient, for they could hear each other's voices only between the blasts of Seabold's horn."Let's pretend we've been captured by pirates," suggested Whistler. "They've tied us to the masts until we tell them where the treasure is.""Let's be kites," said Lila, spreading her arms wide and spinning in circles.Seabold sounded the horn. The children waited.When all was quiet again, Whistler said, "Brrrr. It's so cold today. Maybe we should just pretend we're on our way home for tea.""Yes!" said Lila, shivering and tucking in her scarf. "Let's pretend we live right here and can run inside and get warm.""And that someone nice will bake us something toasty," said Whistler."And sweet," added Lila.She looked at her brother."Isn't it nice we don't have to pretend that story?" Lila asked with a smile.But just as Whistler was about to answer, they suddenly heard a voice from the thick fog below:"Hello? Hello up there?"Lila looked at Whistler."Goodness," she said."Who is it, Seabold?" called Whistler."Did you hear?" called Lila. She wished she could untie herself and run to Seabold's side. But she knew she must mind Pandora.Cynthia Rylant is the author of 'The Turtle (Lighthouse Family)', published 2005 under ISBN 9780689862441 and ISBN 068986244X.