Sofia was a storyteller. She lived in a hut at the edge of the forest, where she spun strands of words from the air and wove them into stories. Storytelling was a dying art, but Sofia kept it alive by …
Like most dogs, I was nervous when I arrived at my new home, a big red bow tied around my neck. My fears faded when Olivia entered the room. She squealed with delight the moment she saw me. She picked …