Where the Red Fern Grows

Where the Red Fern Grows is Books I read this book in th grade One day I was waiting for class when an obnoxious boy decided it would be a good idea to take it I informed him that it

Where the Red Fern Grows is Books I read this book in 4th grade. One day I was waiting for class when an obnoxious boy decided it would be a good idea to take it. I informed him that it was my favorite book in the whole wide world and if he didn't give it back that he'd be sorry. He then threatened to tear the book in half. With that I walked over to him, hit him over the head with my cast (I had broken my wrist a few weeks prior), took my book and calmly walked away.I think that a book that inspires someone to violence in the 4th grade is worth reading, don't you?. A loving threesome, they ranged the dark hills and river bottoms of Cherokee country Old Dan had the brawn Little Ann had the brains, and Billy had the will to make them into the finest hunting team in the valley Glory and victory were coming to them, but sadness waited too Where the Red Fern Grows is an exciting tale of love and adventure you ll never forget.. Popular Book Where the Red Fern Grows this is one of my favorite books in all the land. i read it at least a million times when i was little, and it holds such a special place in my heart, i can't even begin to review it. having said all that, there are those who have a problem with the ending, because let's just say it's fairly devastating. so, as a band-aid to the heart of monica!, i have rewritten the ending to make it a little more jolly. with all apologies to wilson rawls, whose ending i thought was spectacular, allow me to present THE WAY Where the Red Fern Grows SHOULD HAVE ENDED. AND NOW DOES.(view spoiler)[The fourth time they treed, they were on top of a mountain. After the long chase, I figured the animal was winded and would stay in the tree. In a trot I started to them.As I neared the tree, Little Ann came to me, reared up, and whined. By her actions, I knew something was wrong. I stopped. In the moonlight, I could see Old Dan sitting on his haunches, staring up at the tree and bawling.The tree had lots of dead leaves on it. I knew it was a large white oak because it is one of the last trees in the mountains to lose its leaves.Old Dan kept bawling. Then he did something he had never done before. For seconds his deep voice was still, and silence settled over the mountains. My eyes wandered from the tree to him. His lips were curled back and he snarled as he stared into the dark foliage of the tree. His teeth gleamed white in the moonlight. The hair on his neck and along his back stood on end. A low, deep, rumbling growl rolled from his throat.I was scared and I called to him. I wanted to get away from there. Again I called, but it was no use. He wouldn't leave the tree, for in his veins flowed the breeded blood of a hunting hound. In his fighting heart, there was no fear. I set the lantern down and tightened my grip on the handle of the boombox. Slowly I started walking toward him. I thought, "If I can get close enough to him, I can grab his collar." I kept my eyes on the tree as I edged forward. Little Ann stayed by my side. She, too, was watching the tree. Then I saw them - two burning, yellow eyes - staring at me from the shadowy foliage of the tree. I stopped, petrified with fear.The deep baying of Old Dan stopped and again the silence closed in.I stared back at the unblinking eyes.I could make out the bulk of a large animal, crouched on a huge branch, close to the trunk of the big tree. Then it moved. I heard the scratch of razor-sharp hooves on the bark. It stood up and moved out of the shadows on to the limb. I saw it clearly as it passed between the moon and me. I knew what it was. It was the devil unicorn of the Ozarks.The silence was shattered by one long, loud bawl from Old Dan. I'd never heard my dog bawl like that. It was different. His voice rang out over the mountains, loud and clear. The vibration of the deep tones rolled in the silence of the frosty night, on and on, out over the flats, down in the canyons, and died away in the rimrocks like the cry of a lost soul. Old Dan had voiced his challenge to the unicorn. There was a low cough and a deep snort from the unicorn. I saw him crouch. I knew what was coming.Dance-off.My hands felt hot and sweaty on the smooth handle of the boombox. With a blood-curdling whinny he sprang from the tree with limbs outspread and long, yellow horn bared. Old Dan didn't wait. Rearing up on his hind legs, he met the unicorn in the air and busted out a smooth pop & lock. the groove rolled him over and over. He wound up in a fallen treetop.The impact of his classic moves threw the unicorn off balance. Little Ann darted in. Her aim was true. I heard the snap of her paws as she deployed a full-out Harlem Shake.With a squall of awe and rage, the unicorn spun around and began rocking his pelvis, performing some advanced booty-pops. His right hoof reached out and curved over his shoulder, in a "what you got??" taunt. Sinews tightened. Little Ann executed a pas de beurre into a jazz square blowing his mind with this bizarre combo. Old Dan, stunned for an instant from the impact of her footwork, fought his way from the treetop. Bawling the cry of the damned, he charged back in. I went berserk, and charged into the crew.There in the flinty hills of the Ozarks, I fought for the honor of my dogs. I fought with the only weapon I had - the dance.Screaming like a madman, with tears running down my face, I did the Running Man, the Cabbage Patch, the Humpty Hump at the big twerking unicorn. Once, feeling the bite of my Roger Rabbit, the unicorn turned on me. His yellow slitted eyes burned with hate. The long, lithe body dipped low to the ground. The shoulder muscles knotted and bulged as it negotiated a textbook Worm. I tried to jump back, but my foot slipped and I dropped to my knees. I knew I was trapped. With a terrifying scream he sprang - in a death-spiral pirouette. I never saw my dogs when they got between the unicorn and me, but they were there. Side by side, they rose up from the ground as one. They sailed straight into that horn of death, their small, red bodies taking the frantic krumping meant for me. I screamed and charged back into the battle, swinging my arms, but I was careful not to disrupt the groove of my dogs.The battle raged on and on, down the side of the mountain, over huckleberry bushes, fallen logs, and rocks. It was a rolling, tumbling mass of dancing fury. I was in the middle of it all, falling, screaming, crying and Crip Walking at every opportunity. I had impressed the unicorn several times. Sweat ran through its mane, but as yet I had not busted that decisive move. I knew it had to be soon for my dogs were no match against the freestyle mastery of the unicorn. The screams of the unicorn and the deep bellowing voices of my dogs echoed through the mountains as if the beat box of hell had been turned loose. Down the side of the mountain, the terrible competition went on, down to the very bottom of the canyon. The unicorn had Old Dan by the balls. Figuratively. I knew he was looking to own him with the all-important move - the moonwalk. At the pitiful bawl of Old Dan, Little Ann, throwing caution to the wind, ran in and began an uprock sequence with burns that I had never seen from her before. With her claws digging into the mountain soil, she braced herself, and started pulling. The muscles in her small legs knotted and quivered. She was trying hard to pull off a routine that would end this once and for all. In the rays of a bright Ozark moon, I could see clearly. For an instant I saw the broad back of the big unicorn. I saw the knotty bulge of steel-bound muscle, the piston-like jerk of the deadly hind legs, trying for the moonwalk that could disembowel a dog. Again, figuratively. Raising the boombox high over my head, like John Cusack, I blasted a beat I knew would inspire Ann to funktastery. My aim was true. The beats cleaved through the tension. They seemed to hiss as they sliced their way through the dancers. Ann began to spin, faster and faster. The unicorn broke eye contact with Old Dan. With a scream of pain, he reared up on his hind legs and started pawing at the air. But it was too late. Ann was in the zone. Her eyes were shut tight and her small feet were digging and clawing in the dirt. All of a sudden, she began to levitate, rising high in the air. Her long, red body sailed and twirled in between the hooves of the gasping unicorn.The unicorn screamed again. Sweat gurgled and sprayed. In a rainbow-colored mist, it rained out over the underbrush and rattled like sleet on the white oak leaves.In a boxer's stance, he stood and clawed at the air. His slitted eyes turned green with hate. He seemed to be unaware that the battle was over, and kept staring at me. I stood in a trance and stared back at Little Ann's vertical ascent. The expectation of triumph was slowly leaving him. He had been schooled but was refusing to go down. My boombox continued to churn out fat beats. A shudder ran through his body. He tried once again to moonwalk. But it was too late. It was the end of the trail for the scourge of the dance. No more would he scream his challenge from the rimrocks to the valley below. The small, harmless calves and the young colts would be safe from his Boogaloo. He fell toward me. It seemed that with his last effort he was still trying to step to me. And then, abruptly, his hooves struck the ground. With a final snort, he tossed his mane in defeat, and slitted his eyes at the still-spinning, still-levitating Little Ann. Scowling at each of us in turn, he whinnied as if to say, "You win this one, but this is not over! For realz," and galloped off into the frosty darkness.Ann's rotations began to slow as she corkscrewed down to the ground again. Panting, Old Dan ran to her and sniffed her all over, his tail wagging furiously. I lowered the boombox, pressed the "Stop" button, and the sounds of the forest returned in the ensuing calm. "Well, that was close!" I declared as Little Ann and Old Dan wrapped up their olfactory celebration. They turned to me with great doggie grins, their tails red blurs behind them."Who wants kibbles?" I asked my beloved pets.And then the three of us lived forever and ever and ever the end. 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About Author

  1. Wilson Rawls was born on September 24, 1913, in the Ozark country of Scraper, Oklahoma His mother home schooled her children, and after Rawls read Jack London s canine centered tale Call of the Wild, he decided to become a writer.But the Great Depression hit the United States in 1929, and Rawls left home to find work His family moved to Albuquerque, New Mexico in 1935, and he came home each fall to work and hunt He wrote stories while he traveled, but his lack of formal education hampered his grammar, and he could not sell anything In 1958, he gave up on his dream and burned all his work He later revealed his literary desires to his wife, Sophie, and she encouraged him to keep writing.In a three week burst, Rawls wrote Where the Red Fern Grows, a highly autobiographical and poignant account of a boy, his two hounds, and raccoon hunting in the Ozark Mountains His wife edited his grammar and, after serialization in the Saturday Evening Post, Doubleday published the novel in 1961 By the late 1960s, word of mouth helped the book become a classic for young readers Rawls wrote and Sophie edited one book, The Summer of the Monkeys, in 1976 This, too, became a classic Rawls died in 1984 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.

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  1. I read this book in 4th grade One day I was waiting for class when an obnoxious boy decided it would be a good idea to take it I informed him that it was my favorite book in the whole wide world and if he didn t give it back that he d be sorry He then threatened to tear the book in half With that I walked over to him, hit him over the head with my cast I had broken my wrist a few weeks prior , took my book and calmly walked away.I think that a book that inspires someone to violence in the 4th gr [...]


  2. this is one of my favorite books in all the land i read it at least a million times when i was little, and it holds such a special place in my heart, i can t even begin to review it having said all that, there are those who have a problem with the ending, because let s just say it s fairly devastating so, as a band aid to the heart of monica , i have rewritten the ending to make it a little jolly with all apologies to wilson rawls, whose ending i thought was spectacular, allow me to present THE [...]


  3. I read this book in sixth grade and cried my twelve year old heart out Another book I share with my sixth grade students What I find is that this book in particular allows the boys in my class to get emotional about a story and be able to talk about it together and normalize it It is almost a contest for them of who got most upset One student said he finished it on a plane ride home and that the flight attendant kept coming up to him asking him if he was alright I ve had many students tell me th [...]


  4. Let me say first that some love this book and to be fair I never read it except to get an idea of the story updated please read what I actually said there Any book I don t care for enough to finish will usually get a 1 star or at best a 2 You will find in my books low ratings for Black Beauty, The Yearling, Old Yeller and any books that have the pain of life motif in common By the way this includes Cold Mountain Look up my review and you ll see I try to give recognition that it s well written bu [...]


  5. I read this book when I was in grade school and it always stuck out as an effortless read I still remember the storyline and the characters and the ending was magical.


  6. I knelt down and gathered them into my arms I buried my face between their wiggling bodies and cried The stationmaster, sensing something than two dogs and a boy, waited in silence Woodrow Wilson Rawls timeless coming of age Classic is a beautifully heartbreaking story and sentimental favorite Where the Red Fern Grows explores the love between a boy and his dogs and the bond between two dogs The Disney movie was a staple of my childhood, but I m still unsure of whether or not I d ever read the [...]


  7. We finished it I read this aloud with my kids and as I read through the final sentences, we were all in tears I am not talking teary eyes, but body rocking sobs My six year old did not stop for almost twenty minutes When he was finished he said it was the greatest story he had ever heard My eight year old wanted to meet the author and thank him for such a great book I loved this book and recommend it to everyone Just read it with a box of tissues nearby.


  8. Men, said Mr Kyle, people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time One never knows what they ll do You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master Some people call this loyalty I don t I may be wrong, but I call it love the deepest kind of love It s a shame that people all over the world can t have that kind of love in their hearts, he said There would be no wars, slaughter, or murder no greed or selfishness I [...]


  9. A young boy dreams of having pets of his own wait, scratch that to mean dogs of his own because technically they already have a pet cat Sammy I m thinking Sammy doesn t matter much to the family since the dad laughs at the cat limping with injured paws when he accidentally keeps getting his paws injured from Billy s trap At least he gets bandaged, but Sammie soon abandons the family when he develops a fear of people go figure.The first part of the book is Billy saving up money and working hard t [...]


  10. Wilson Rawls classic, timeless story of a young boy s coming of age is heartbreaking, sentimental, and utterly charming An ode to love, family and the beauty of nature Set in the Ozarks, northeastern Oklahoma, Billy wants nothing than to have a puppy, or to be specific, two puppies He wants to train them for hunting, although his mother has forbidden him to use or own a gun until he is 21 or older For two years he waits, collecting enough money doing whatever jobs he can, he finally raises eno [...]


  11. There are a handful of books we read as children that so completely capture our hearts we cannot and would not ever forget them Where the Red Fern Grows is such a book An elementary teacher read this book to my class when I was in about third grade, beginning for me a love that has seen me through many personal readings, with even readings to my own students through the course of my career as an elementary teacher.What most people do not know is that this classic tale of a boy and his hunting d [...]


  12. If there s one thing I learned from this book it s this Fuck cats Big or small, cats are the source of all evil Hell, even Billy s family left their cat behind when they moved Yeah, man, cats suck.Now that I ve made plenty of enemies, I will try and express my true feelings about this book.I laughed I cried I did a number of cliched things while reading Where the Red Fern Grows Mostly, I had fun I dug running around with Billy and Little Ann and Old Dan, and I hate that I was one of the only kid [...]


  13. view spoiler The dogs die WHY do they always do this to dogs in children s books to quote Gordon Korman s delicious farce, No More Dead Dogs the dog always dies Go to the library and pick out a book with an award sticker and a dog on the cover Trust me, that dog is going down For those sick of getting attached to lovable animals just to have them die in AGONY, try Kate DiCamillo s delightful book, Because of Winn Dixie despite the award sticker on the jacket, Winn Dixie survives hide spoiler


  14. Well This book is terrible I was told it had positive message and was filled with life lessons Life lessons Life Lessons Why that boy and his dogs chased us all over the place and you don t want to know what happened when he caught us No siree Ricky.My cousin Rocky in the minutes before he was caught by Billy hands clearly up in surrender


  15. Fantastic emotional roller coaster ride that was as good now as when I read it than 40 years ago I haven t read it since then because I remembered it pretty well knew it came with a TJ Tear Jerker rating There are tears of joy sorrow, triumphs defeats a lot of life in such a few pages Billy s grit determination are something for every child to aspire to.In this read, I found the background of the times most interesting I guess it took place in the 1920 s since the Model T was driving around wit [...]


  16. This was the first book ever that made me realize how cruel books can be the first book that made me sob and cry and wail and wanna chuck it against the wall and questionWHY But this was also the first book that I truly learned to cherish This book will always have a spot in my heart I need to own a copy I haven t read this book since around 2000 and I think I m ready to reread it now BRING ON THE FEELS


  17. I was chatting over email with Amy Schimler about her dog Beans, and it got me thinking about my favorite dog book of all time We had to read Where the Red Fern Grows in 5th grade, and I have to admit I was completely dismayed that we had to read a boy book I struggled the whole time to distance myself from Billy, Old Dan, and Little Ann, probably flipping my permed hair and muttering this is so stupid and who cares about a couple of dumb dogs under my breath about 20 times But I remember sobbin [...]


  18. This is one of those books I liked so much better when I was a kid Reading it in junior high school it was the story of a little boy who wanted hunting dogs so he can hunt raccoons He worked hard, saved up money, got his dogs, encountered a wild cat, taught the dogs how to hunt, and you had a poignant tender story of a boy running wild and happy in the Appalachians until tragedy strikes I liked it when I was a kid.Reading this book as an adult on the other hand, there were several things that an [...]


  19. I think there are going to be a lot of middle grade readers that end up being a hot mess and their heart ripped out after reading this one Oh wait, maybe I just described myself A wonderful, coming of age story that I truly enjoyed Who would have thought running dogs and catching raccoons could be so intense and exciting So much to this story and one that I highly recommend Grab the Kleenex and brace yourself Loved it



  20. I live in the town where this book was written, and in the movie they filmed a scene in the old hardware store that the boy s grandfather owned Now it is a restaurant named Jincy s Kitchen Great food It is decorated as the movie crew left it Those things are kind of neat, and it is even neat that we have a Red Fern Festival What isn t so neat is that during this festival they have coon hounds chasing a coon skin to a tree, and then the dogs get to that tree and bark up a mighty storm, for in tha [...]


  21. The synopsis a boy gets two purebred hunting dogs, goes around hunting animals Usually succeeds in killing them, although occasionally it stops at mutilation Ends up getting his dogs killed because he s too selfish to rethink his actions and ethics Other stuff happens too, but mostly torturing animals Often given to kids Unless you like sociopaths, don t.God, what an awful book I read this when I was nine for a school assignment I remember loving it I revisited it several years later, after I d [...]


  22. You know how everyone you know says they cried after they watched Old Yeller Yeah, I didn t cry nearly as hard watching that movie as I did when reading this bookworse yet, we read it for an English class in jr high yeah, that s a stigma an already geeky girl needs on her middle school resume Regardless of that, this is still one of my all time favorite books It does a great job of portraying loyalty, stamina, work ethics, and love at a level that children and adults can understand and relate to [...]


  23. 4.5 stars A classic story of a poor young boy in the Ozarks, saving his money for two years to buy two redbone coon hounds a male Old Dan and a runt female Little Ann Together always, they become the best racoon hunters in the area, eventually competing for a top award Lots of adventures for the trio, whose companionship is indefatigable Not sure how I missed this one growing up


  24. This was a nice quick read It felt dragged out, but the plot and overall message was very deep The book wasn t that long to begin with and somehow it did happen to feel lengthy I like how it is realistic and the author didn t hold back on depicting real life events I never had any pets as a child so it was nice reading about this unbreakable bond Billy had with his dogs I admired the way he was portrayed He seemed to never give up and strived to achieve his goals Also, at that age not many kids [...]


  25. A classic so called tear jerker and for good reason, when we read Where the Red Fern Grows in grade six English we also watched the movie , I most definitely was crying at the end, not just for the dogs, but also for Billy, having lost both of his loyal and treasured pets However, as much as I was emotionally moved and yes, affected by Where the Red Fern Grows, I have also always had some major and problematic issues with this novel, namely with the amount of hunting that is described and in my [...]


  26. Most all of us remember this from our childhood and have similar feelings to this very day How can a book not be five stars while still evoking such memories so many decades later But today I read for the first time a short excerpt of the authors life that some kind soul at wrote and it compounds the feelings this book will bring to memory down the road Obviously, the book is a recommendation for all, you, your nephews and nieces, and children especially so they can talk about their feelings aft [...]


  27. This book can easily be the best book i have ever read The book is about a young boy you wants to buy a pair of hunting dogs, but does not have enough money After a while he saves enough and buys them, and names the dogs Big Dan and Little Ann The book is great for many people becasue you can relate youself to the characters no matter who you are The story flows very easily and reads very well This book is one of those kinds of books that once you start, you just cant put it down, and you keeps [...]


  28. This book belongs on that special list of YA books that stay with you for the rest of your life You remember them, remember how they changed your perspective, how they made you feel, and how they helped you grow up This book in particular belongs at the top of that list for me, right alongside Bridge to Terebithia, and I consider it a mandatory title for anyone who is in the process of growing up Clear as a bell I remember the night I finished it, right before or quite after, as was likely my b [...]


  29. If I wasn t already, this book was bad enough to make me non religious.Not only is Where the Red Fern Grows incredibly dry it reads like the Bible except ten times boring but it seemingly lacks a plot and has minimal character growth Worse than all that, though, everything in the story lacks consequence At one point, a childhood rival accidentally axes himself to death in the midst of a petty fight with the protagonist, Billy, and his two dogs In less than a few pages, Billy and his family move [...]


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