Nettie’s Quest by Clare Mishica

Nettie's Quest

Principal category Children
Word count (approximate pages) 29,700 (80)
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You’ve got to be bats not to love Nettie!

Nettie is a young bat with no belief at all in her own abilities and a terminal fear of everything. Despite being sweet and well-meaning, she earns the enmity of the leader of the bat colony who also happens to be the resident bully – Cleo. It is Cleo who challenges her to the impossible feat of bringing back a dog.

Enter Weber, a half-starved furry giant of a dog who is chained up and only interested in food. However he is no match for Nettie once she spots his potential and starts rousing him.

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Will these two highly unlikely companions be friends? Can Nettie stir a canine mountain into action and take him to the little boy, back where she used to live, whose one and only wish is to have a dog? Will things ever go right for either of them?

This is a heart-warming story with a real heroine, enlivened by well-informed descriptions of the natural world.

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Number Two


Meaningful marking

Meaningful marking

This isn’t a random marking on the head of Galileo, our youngest dog.

It’s a number two.

Flipped, it would be ‘S’ for Superman.


Perhaps he was designed by Leonardo da Vinci and meant to be seen in a mirror.

He’s beautiful enough, in my biased opinion.

It was a bore

Our pear tree this morning

Our pear tree this morning

Actually a boar.

I never saw it but I’m sure it was a boar which tore the branch off the pear tree.

Mauled it and flawed it.

Even our dog paused, apparently to mourn.


One man went to mow

Mowing the olive grove

Mowing the olive grove

… went to mow a meadow.

Not exactly a meadow, in the photo, but a steep olive grove full of seeding heads of all manner of tough-stemmed flowers.

‘One man went to mow’ is a beautifully alliterative counting song of the ‘Partridge in a pear tree’ variety.

It could go on for ever, but usually stops at 10.

Even at 10 men, though, the meadow would be seriously overcrowded and possibly even dangerous.

Perhaps the one dog (because only the first man has a dog) is responsible for herding them all out of each other’s way.