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Books and Animals!

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Most of the stories that we read are centered around fictional  characters. But what kind?

 Of course, there are our Toyland friends, there is Fatty and his crew, there is the Wimpy Kid, there are fairies and pixies, and there is every other character that would love to squeeze into  this space, but ha, if only it hadn't been a figment of  fiction!     

It might be hard to step back and wonder for a bit: who are we missing out on? It so happens that a piece of the jigsaw that may not fit one way does jig in another way, so try thinking, 'Who is my favourite character in such-and-such book? What do I associate immediately with him or her?'

Has it struck you now?   Fiction is just like real life-  it sports animal-love! 
Every book has a pet! Sometimes the authors leave the pets with the villains to moderate their 'villainish' hues. 

But do we love the animals from books as much as the characters love them, or as much as we adore them in real life? 

That's a tricky question. Probably we don't because we never really have noticed them. 

Why not try to look out for these fictional characters from now on? In every book, when you see one, you could make a note of it and see if you can think about how it was important to the story.

However, we are not the first ones to ponder about this. There are authors who have enriched literature with their love for animals, and their books are must-reads.

Some animal-fiction: 
1. Black Beauty 
2. James Herriet (All Things Wise and Wonderful)
3. Gerald Durrell's books
4. Deepak Dalal's books (to an extent)
5. Some Roald Dahl novels

Thank you, and be sure to explore this new genre! 
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