Long Tom was foolish - he went to the marsh alone. His mother found him, a week later, his hair grey, his eyes staring and his arm now a bleeding stump. This is one of the stories in this collection from East Anglia and the Fens. The author is the 1991 Carnegie Medal winner.
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Long Tom was foolish - he went to the marsh alone. His mother found him, a week later, his hair grey, his eyes staring and his arm now a bleeding stump. This is one of the stories in this collection from East Anglia and the Fens. The author is the 1991 Carnegie Medal winner.
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