Kathleen’s Story Nature called during Kathleen’s growing up years in Africa. In the story of First Watch she shares her wonder for our earthly home. Charlie is a role model for us all. Together we are mighty. And together, all of us, will change the course of our splendid green planet. FirstWatchBook.com
First Watch
by Kathleen Stickney with Illustrations Sophia Scull
First Watch
by Kathleen Stickney with Illustrations Sophia Scull
Published Nov 21, 2020
161 Pages
Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure
Book Details
MEET ONE VERY UNUSUAL DOG NAMED CHARLIE.
This award winning book stands up to the competition from all those screens. It enchants with thirty vividly colored pictures, adrenaline packed narration and big hearted emotion. Dive instantly into Charlie’s world of secrets. He draws on ancient power when trouble threatens the unprotected, in his harbor town. But one of his own secrets may destroy everything. Should he reveal what he is hiding? If he does...nothing will ever be the same. A lifetime love of reading will spring from a crush, on a single book and a single dog. Plant a seed with the story of Charlie and First Watch.
Book Excerpt
Alone
For most of his cat life, Max had no friends. He preferred it that way. When he was very small, he learned that black cats brought bad luck. He came to understand that “unlucky” translated to “unwanted”. He became comfortable alone. It was simpler.
As they grew, his sisters and brothers pounced and rolled. Their fur coats sported stripes, spots and colors. They played and fluttered like happy butterflies. When families began to visit, looking to adopt, adults and children laughed and reached out to touch. But when Max tumbled into view the happy conversation slowed.
“Too bad really but a lot of folks think black cats are bad luck,” someone would say.
Or perhaps, “Now that’s a real Halloween cat you got there. Looks like something a witch might take home.”
And once, worse still, “That one is creepy.”
As the weeks passed, it was always the same when people looked at Max.
“We are looking for a more colorful pet.”
“No, not that one. Let me see your other kittens.”
And so it went, until slowly all of Max’s brothers and sisters joined new families. Left behind, he consoled himself with the thought that at least he would remain in the house where he was born. But that was not to be.
For most of his cat life, Max had no friends. He preferred it that way. When he was very small, he learned that black cats brought bad luck. He came to understand that “unlucky” translated to “unwanted”. He became comfortable alone. It was simpler.
As they grew, his sisters and brothers pounced and rolled. Their fur coats sported stripes, spots and colors. They played and fluttered like happy butterflies. When families began to visit, looking to adopt, adults and children laughed and reached out to touch. But when Max tumbled into view the happy conversation slowed.
“Too bad really but a lot of folks think black cats are bad luck,” someone would say.
Or perhaps, “Now that’s a real Halloween cat you got there. Looks like something a witch might take home.”
And once, worse still, “That one is creepy.”
As the weeks passed, it was always the same when people looked at Max.
“We are looking for a more colorful pet.”
“No, not that one. Let me see your other kittens.”
And so it went, until slowly all of Max’s brothers and sisters joined new families. Left behind, he consoled himself with the thought that at least he would remain in the house where he was born. But that was not to be.