By Maj Lindman
Albert Whitman and Company, 1946
Then they all started towards the orchard. Mother carried Mike, and the three little girls went sadly along. Flicka walked close beside Mike, holding his front left paw. Ricka patted Mike. Dicka cried a little.
Yes, this post pays tribute to The Little Dog, but all the Flicka, Ricka and Dicka books are equally satisfying. (As a little girl, my favorite was Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka Bake a Cake, most likely because I was enthralled with the illustration of the finished product.) This Swedish trio of young girls are kind, industrious and independent enough that you genuinely want to be friends with them, rather than simply envy their blonde hair and blue eyes. In this tale, the girls find a wet little dog crying on their doorstep. They take him in, hoping to keep him, but the next morning, Mother finds a notice in the paper. Crotchety, clog-wearing Mr. Carlsson has lost his watchdog! [Insert ominous Swedish music here.] Love the karmic conclusion: Do the right thing, and good things will follow, ja?