The Wild Hunt by Jane Yolen (illustrated by Francisco Mora)
"You know his name," Jerold said, wondering. "He's my dog," said Gerund. "Of Course I know his name." He put his mittened hands on the stone bars, heedless of the burning.
"He is my dog now," came a low voice. "Mully." And then there was a great cracking sound, like a whip. The boys looked up. Towering above them was a horned man.
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The funny thing is, I have no idea why that one's on this shelf. I thought I'd have to grab Nick's old "Electric Circuits" book which normally lives there. Hmm.
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"You know his name," Jerold said, wondering.
"He's my dog," said Gerund. "Of Course I know his name." He put his mittened hands on the stone bars, heedless of the burning.
"He is my dog now," came a low voice. "Mully." And then there was a great cracking sound, like a whip. The boys looked up. Towering above them was a horned man.
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The funny thing is, I have no idea why that one's on this shelf. I thought I'd have to grab Nick's old "Electric Circuits" book which normally lives there. Hmm.