Saffi the fennec has the biggest ears in the whole desert. Tonight she is riding the caravan over the dunes, all the way to her grandmother's far burrow, farther than she has ever been.Up high on the swaying saddle, the wonderful goes all the way to the sky. But when the dune wind rises, it fills with what-ifs. What if we go the wrong way? What if Nana's burrow isn't even there? A whole wind of maybes, and only Saffi can hear them.Then something comes on the wind that is not a maybe. Something real. Woodsmoke, warm and true, drifting from somewhere ahead. One real thing to hold against all the maybes, the same with every breath, until the maybes shrink to carrying size.A tender bedtime story for every child who feels the world a little more than most, and the grown-ups who love them. For worries, first trips away, and gentle nights.
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