Look What I Found!
Whenever she got mad, Veree's eyes flashed green fire. She was mad enough now to-to-she could not think of what, but she was burning up inside. It was useless to argue with her aunt, but out here-Veree pulled off her green bandanna and shook her hair into a long black mane that floated and tossed around her waist in the wind, pretending she was a wild horse. She wanted something better in life than fetching and carrying for Aunt Lydia. Veree shoved her hands in her pockets and thought about Grandma Looey. Aunt Lydia called her a tough old bird with ladylike ways. The way the early sun glanced off the sunburnt remains of last season's sagebrush reminded Veree of the plush pillows on Grandma Looey's crushed red velvet sofa. When Grandma Looey remarried and moved to Canada a long time ago, she gave Aunt Lydia the sofa along with a curvy-legged tea table and Grandma Looey's book. When Aunt Lydia was in a good mood, she put down a clean bath towel and let Veree sit on the sofa. The brown-and-rust sofa pillows had golden sateen cord tassels. Veree liked to finger them (with clean hands) and imagine what it was like to live in one of those fancy Turkish sheik tents. Sometimes Aunt Lydia even told Veree a story or two about the pictures in Grandma Looey's book. Aunt Lydia kept the book open on the tea table accompanied by an old-fashioned examining glass, mounted in blackened sterling silver. Aunt Lydia called the black "patina" and said that it caused the examining glass to be a valuable antique. The purpose of the examining glass was to magnify the fancy capital letters at the beginning of each page of exquisitely illuminated text. Veree always felt like she wanted to touch the tiny people in the scenes entwining about the crinkled gold leaf borders. They looked so real, as if the curly-toed scarlet shoes could dance right into her lap along with their owners, so she never did. Suddenly the sun peeked through the gray cloudbank in spectacular fashion that split open the sky. The white-peaked mountain range sparkled with fresh-fallen snow. "No wonder it's so cold!" Veree said, shivering, glad for her warm sheepskin jacket. It was well worth it. She could not bear to waste the unexpected gift of sunrise, on a day when the forecast promised clouds and rain. "Dr. Veree Knowland, Veterinarian," she said to the brand-new morning. She would follow her dream to the very end, no matter what others might do or say."Scrappy!" Veree shouted.He ran back to the edge of the culvert, glanced back to see that Veree was still with him, and then the surefooted spaniel dashed down into the culvert, barking ceaselessly. Veree followed, slipping on the jagged granite fill. At the bottom next to the highway, a fair amount of water trickled over the rocks in the culvert.Scrappy darted over to a double drainpipe buried in the boulders. He stopped outside the pipe and barked so loudly, Veree feared he might rupture his throat. She could barely see Scrappy for the trash and brush. Above on the highway, the traffic roared by. Veree shivered, imagining the violence of rising floodwaters thundering down the culvert through those drains. Such force made the little dog seem even smaller. At that moment, a gust of wind whooshed across the highway. It whipped Veree's bangs and rattled down the drainpipe with a howl. What was that? In case this was a dream, Veree gave the apparition a chance to disappear. She blinked, twice, just to make sure. . .
[S.l.] : Western Publishing Company, 1981.
[26 p.] :,ill. ;,26 cm.