Pip’s Wood

The field is wide, and the grass is long, and Owl is somewhere above - a shape, then a glint, then gone. Pip stops. The green closes in. Something pulled tight. *Pip Got Lost* is the seventh book in Pip's Wood - stories about feelings, friendship, and what it means to grow up. Pip has something to carry from yesterday. And this morning, something happens that makes it possible to put it down....

Autumn is over. The puddles have frozen, and the other animals are skating - gliding and spinning and gone. Pip tries. Falls. Gets up. Tries again. Gets three steps, and then four - and then falls again. And from somewhere on the bank, a voice floats over the ice: *"Such a fuss, Pip. Such a fuss."* *Such a Fuss, Pip* is the sixth book in Pip's Wood - stories about feelings, friendshi...

It's a warm autumn morning, and Pip has found the perfect spot — a sunny clearing, the last of the season's warmth, no one around. Hare runs past and asks Pip to come play. Pip says no. Hare grins, says "of course," and is gone in a moment. Then Fox arrives. Fox asks the same thing — but Fox doesn't move on. Fox has a wonderful den, a saved spot, a morning that's barely b...

It's autumn in Pip's Wood, and Pip has spent all morning building something wonderful: a leaf pile, the finest for miles around. Then Fox arrives — warm and delightful, as Fox always is — and jumps in. Fox says sorry. And then it happens again. And again. Each time Fox is sorry; each time the afternoon glows; each time Pip ends up feeling like something is wrong, but unsure what, or whose...

It is late summer, and Pip is cold. Not much - just a little. But cold. "Not cold," says the rabbit. "The summer's still here!" Fox drifts past, warm-voiced as ever: "You feel it more keenly - it's just how you are." And when Pip tries to say, out loud, that the words felt unkind - there is a rhyme for that too. *Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words can never hurt you.* Pip walks on k...

Pip is playing in the summer sunshine when something feels wrong inside. Old Badger sits heavy in the chair - not broken, not gone. Just greyish. Just grey. Fox appears at the doorway, voice quiet and warm: "You're thoughtful and kind - if anyone knows how to help here, it's you." So Pip tries. Every song. Every blanket. Every careful, quiet afternoon beside the chair. But still...

Pip is a small, brave mouse who lives at the edge of a great wood. In the wood: Fox, who thinks Pip could be so much more - just a little faster, a little higher, a little closer to whatever it is Fox has in mind. And at the wood's edge: Owl, who has been watching, and waiting, and who has something quite different to say. *Faster! Higher!* is the first book in the Pip's Wood series - stories abou...