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Dot and the Waves: The Magic Surfboard
Dot and the Waves: The Magic Surfboard
Dot and the Waves: The Magic Surfboard
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Dot and the Waves: The Magic Surfboard

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Dot, a young surf girl from England, moves with her mum to the small, dusty beach town of Santa Teresa, Costa Rica. At first, Dot struggles to fit in to her new school and to make friends. Until, that is, she meets Pollyanna Pocket, her dog and loyal sidekick. The two friends soon learn that the lush forests of Santa Teresa and the ocean are filled with incredible friends and magical adventures just waiting to be discovered. It seems that the creatures of the Land Above the Water and of the Ocean Deeps are keen to share what they know with Dot â that we are all connected, we are all one. Dot is launched into a journey of self-discovery, as she learns to see the magic that surrounds her everyday.
LanguageEnglish
PublishereBookIt.com
Release dateApr 26, 2016
ISBN9780988111523
Dot and the Waves: The Magic Surfboard

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    Dot and the Waves - Josie Green

    story.

    Prologue:

    High in the hills above the beach town of Santa Teresa, hidden within the thick forest, stands a majestic tree with limbs that reach above forty meters into the air. It is a wild, old pochote tree that has stood on the spot for over six hundred years. The ancient tree lives peacefully. It grows and breathes in gentle harmony with its brethren of the forest, sharing with its neighbors the nourishing energy of the sun and drinking from the life-giving rains. A myriad of animals and insects, large and small, play and live, and hunt amongst its branches, and feed from its sap and bark.

    Unknown to the humans that inhabit the nearby town, there is something special about the old pochote tree. It is a Magic Tree with secret powers. The animals of the forest know of its powers. They love and respect the Magic Tree that lives amongst them. They do not whisper of its secrets to the humans.

    If you were to walk through the forest on a normal day you would not notice anything out of the ordinary about this old tree. You may notice its impressive size and its trunk riven with great fissures. But to the unobservant human mind it would still be just another tree in the forest. The Magic Tree disguises itself well.

    Only once every month, during the night of the full moon, the tree reveals its true character. At the moment when the full moon is at its zenith and the moon's light is at its most powerful, the tree comes alive in a spectacular glow of multicolor. The trunk, the branches, the leaves all glitter and gleam, resplendent in a flaming array of pinks and blues and yellows and golds.

    You must consider yourself very lucky if you ever get to witness this magical display. You must relish every precious second of the wondrous sight. For in an instant the magic will disappear from view and you will be left staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at an old gnarled pochote tree in the middle of the forest.

    Part One

    Chapter One

    Dot was a little surfer girl from Cornwall in England. She was quite unusual looking. Her hair was jet black and fell just below her ears in a bob. On her small nose she wore exceedingly large spectacles, without which she was as blind as a mole. The first thing that she did every morning as she got out of bed was to feel for her glasses on the bedside table and put them on.

    Dot lived in Costa Rica, in a white house on a hill above the beach town of Santa Teresa. Her home was surrounded by forest and a river cut across the end of her garden. The River was as dry as a bone in the summer months, and you could walk for miles along the parched rocky river bed. In the winter, however, The River raged, the water bubbling and crashing past the muddy banks.

    Dot had moved to Costa Rica only two months ago, with her mother. Her mother had found a new job, running the Holistic Clinic of Santa Teresa. She insisted that it would be a wonderful adventure, the two of them escaping together to the tropical beach. But Dot was sad to leave England, where her father had stayed behind. She missed him very much and had been having trouble making friends at school. The other children in her class laughed at her, mimicking her strange English accent and making fun of her thick-rimmed spectacles.

    Dot loved to surf and she ran down to The Beach everyday with her surfboard. But somehow it was not the same as surfing with her father back at home in the waves of Cornwall that she knew so well.

    Dot had made one friend in Costa Rica, and that was Polly. One day Dot had been walking back from town. She was ambling along, in no great hurry, singing a little song to herself, when all of a sudden she tripped over a tiny black bundle in the road. It

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