Article July 16, 1955 Issue

TRUTH FREES FROM FEAR

[Of Special Interest to Children]

HOPE HANSON BROADSMITH

Sometimes Bunty is taken onto the sand hills near her home where she loves to play with her bucket and spade. It is such fun to feel the sand running through her fingers and to dig her toes into its warm softness. And she can wander round the sand hills, away from the older children, and pretend that she is big—big enough to be there all alone.

One day she was playing in her favorite spot, and there was another young thing on the shore too—Benny. Now Benny was a brown dog, and he also liked to romp on the sand. He was speeding along, his tail flicking the sand, his nose sniffing the sea, and his mouth wide open in a broad smile. And as he dashed on, he spied the little girl. He turned his tracks in her direction as if he were thinking to himself that here was somebody who was sure to want to play with him.

But Bunty was making her sand pies, and so she did not see Benny until he came right up to her. Then she was so surprised that she did not see a happy, playful dog, but a great big brown beast dashing at her with his jaws open. Bunty opened her own mouth and screamed with all her might.

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