Written by Margaret Mahy
Illustrated by Gavin Bishop
'Fog,' Ivy was shouting. "'One of those fogs.' 'Its rolling in on us,' said Wendy. 'It wasn't there and then suddenly it was.'
Unlike her brothers and sisters, Anthea cannot see. As the children walk down to the beach one day, their mother told them to take care of her. While they play on the sand a thick fog rolls in from the ocean. It's up to Anthea to get them home safely.
Illustrated by Gavin Bishop
'Fog,' Ivy was shouting. "'One of those fogs.' 'Its rolling in on us,' said Wendy. 'It wasn't there and then suddenly it was.'
Unlike her brothers and sisters, Anthea cannot see. As the children walk down to the beach one day, their mother told them to take care of her. While they play on the sand a thick fog rolls in from the ocean. It's up to Anthea to get them home safely.
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