Angus and Sadie
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They're brother and sister, but Angus is bigger. He is a good, brave, and clever dog—and he likes that. Sadie isn't as quick to learn—or to obey. Angus thinks she's scared of everything, but Sadie knows that's not true.
Newbery Medalist Cynthia Voigt's story of border collie puppies growing up on a farm in Maine is for animal lovers of all ages, and for anyone who's ever had—or ever wondered what it would be like to have—a brother or sister just like themselves, but very, very different.
another’s feet, too. They rushed to push their noses above the fence and smell the excitement. Hello! Hello! Hello! They jumped up against the fence and fell down on top of one another. Pet me! Pick me up! They yipped and wagged their tails. Me! Me! The little sorrel puppy tried to crawl up onto the pile near Missus, but her heavy cast held her back. She tried to burrow underneath, but the other puppies were crowded too tightly together. So she went around to the side and yipped. Me! Me! But
tractor in the fields, and after Mister milked the cows, there would be company for supper. Mister and Missus, Sadie and Angus would all go out to the porch, to welcome the guests. Some guests came with a dog of their own. The guests would sit and talk, and then have supper and talk some more. They might all take a walk together, or throw Frisbees for the dogs to catch, or practice Sit! and Heel! The guests never brought cats, or children, although sometimes they talked about children and having
lot.” “It’s not that I’m hurrying you off,” Mister said, “but my wife has dinner on the table.” “Here’s my card,” the stranger said, and passed a little piece of white paper to Mister, who looked at it, and then put it into his pocket. “Call me when you’ve had a chance to think things over.” He climbed back up into his big car and backed it around, then drove away. Mister and Missus, Angus and Sadie all watched the big car go down the driveway, raising dust behind it. “Good barking, Angus,”
and ran to the rocks. When Angus—followed by Sadie, who was followed by Mister—came around the boulder and saw them, the two sheep raised their heads to see what was happening. Sadie dropped down and eyed them, so they wouldn’t run away. “Angus, Sit!” Mister said. “That’s nineteen and twenty. Good for you, Angus. Clever dog. That’s all of them.” Clever me, too, Sadie said. You didn’t bark, Angus explained. At dinner time, Mister told Missus about it. “I’d have wasted all morning looking for
which she probably had, Angus thought. Sadie wasn’t very good at remembering things. Angus knew that; they all knew that. She wasn’t the only one who wasn’t good at remembering things, thought Angus. Mister and Missus seemed to have forgotten all about how Sadie didn’t obey. She had gone running off into the storm, disobeying Mister, just like she had gone running off after that skunk. Nobody had praised Sadie for disobeying then. Just the opposite. Angus remembered that. But now Mister and