I read this book in the late 1960s or early 1970s, and here is a somewhat lengthy synopsis of the entire story (which I used in a library school course as a story-telling subject while I was getting my MLS).\u00a0 Please help me identify the book!\u00a0 It’s been a life-long unsolved mystery for me!<\/p>\n
There once was an old woman who had lived for a long time in a blue farmhouse. \u00a0 Now this house was not perfect, by any means.\u00a0 It needed a fresh coat of paint, and the roof leaked when it rained, and the shutters hung crooked on the windows.<\/p>\n
But it was comfortable, and it was home to the old woman and her horse and her dog and her cat.\u00a0 The horse liked to graze in the meadow behind the house.\u00a0 The dog liked to jump and play in the stream that ran through the meadow.\u00a0 And the cat liked to chase mice in the attic.<\/p>\n
One day, the old woman decided that the house was too run-down and that she must find a new house to live in.\u00a0 So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.\u00a0 She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.<\/p>\n
At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.\u00a0 It had a fresh coat of green<\/u> paint, and the roof looked new, and the shutters hung straight on the windows.<\/p>\n
The old woman decided that this must be the perfect house, so she unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.<\/p>\n
After about a week, she noticed that her horse seemed very sad.\u00a0 He just moped around the little back yard all day with nothing much to do.\u00a0 The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her horse so sad.\u00a0 Then she realized that there was no meadow for him to graze in.<\/p>\n
Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad horse, and she knew that she had to find a house with a meadow for her horse.\u00a0 So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.\u00a0 She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.<\/p>\n
At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.\u00a0 The red<\/u> paint was a little faded, but the roof looked new, and the shutters hung straight on the windows.<\/p>\n
The old woman saw that there was a meadow behind the house for her horse to graze in, and so she decided that this must be the perfect house.\u00a0 She unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.<\/p>\n
After about a week, she noticed that her dog seemed very sad.\u00a0 He just moped around the meadow all day with nothing much to do.\u00a0 The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her dog so sad.\u00a0 Then she realized that there was no stream for him to jump and play in.<\/p>\n
Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad dog, and she knew that she had to find a house with a streaming running through the meadow for her dog.\u00a0 So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.\u00a0 She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.<\/p>\n
At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.\u00a0 The yellow<\/u> paint was a little faded and the roof looked old, but the shutters hung straight on the windows.<\/p>\n
The old woman saw that there was a stream running through the meadow for her dog, and so she decided that this must be the perfect house.\u00a0 She unhitched the wagon, and unpacked her things, and moved right in.<\/p>\n
After about a week, she noticed that her cat seemed very sad.\u00a0 He just moped around the house all day with nothing much to do.\u00a0 The old woman thought and wondered and thought about what could be making her cat so sad.\u00a0 Then she realized that there were no mice in the attic for him to chase.<\/p>\n
Well, the old woman could not abide by a sad cat, and she knew that she had to find a house with mice in the attic for her cat.\u00a0 So she packed up all her belongings and loaded them into her wagon.\u00a0 She hitched the horse to the wagon, called for her dog and cat, and drove on down to the end of the road.<\/p>\n
At the corner, she took a right-hand turn, and there, down the road a bit was a house just standing open and empty and waiting for someone to move in.\u00a0 The blue<\/u> paint was faded, and the roof looked old, and the shutters hung crooked on the windows.<\/p>\n
But the old woman found that there were mice in the attic for her cat to chase, and a stream for her dog to jump and play in, and a meadow for her horse to graze in.\u00a0 And she decided that this must be the perfect house. (It looked a little bit like this one.)\u00a0 And it felt like home.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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