Children's Fiction
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Safiyah stared into the distance. If she looked hard enough, perhaps she could see all the way to her village. If she were a bird, how easy it would be to fly home again.
But she wasn't a bird. And between here and the home she missed so much were the crowded shacks of the slum and the endless maze of buildings and alleys of Nairobi. Beyond Nairobi were roads that ran in all directions, like dark snakes.
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At noon, they saw a hairy black spider at the side of the road.
The little hen pulled in the reins. "Halt! Stop!" she called.
The wagon stopped beside the spider.
