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juvenile · family conflict · English

A Seat for the Stray Dog

By TIFFANY MACKS· [email protected]

When ten-year-old Priya finds a shaggy dog asleep on Chicago's number 18 bus, she knows he needs help

When ten-year-old Priya finds a shaggy dog asleep on Chicago's number 18 bus, she knows he needs help. The dog has a red collar, a worn library card, and a habit of riding the same route every morning. Priya calls him Bus and brings him home for one night.

But one night becomes a secret just as an apartment inspection and a shelter intake deadline close in. Following Bus through snowy bus stops, library notices, and a construction-scarred block, Priya discovers that he belongs to a family displaced from their home. She also discovers neighbors who have been helping animals in quiet, practical ways.

To keep Bus safe, Priya must do the thing she fears most: tell the truth before it is too late, gather the facts, and ask people to make a plan together. A warm, realistic middle-grade story about a child, a dog, and the courage to let care be shared.

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The Passenger in the Back

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The number 18 bus smelled like wet wool, old pennies, and the lemon cleaner Mr. Biko used whenever someone tracked too much slush down the aisle. Priya liked it anyway. It was a moving room with rules. You paid, you sat down, you did not block the doors, and you let people off before you got on.

On Tuesday afternoon, the bus was full of dripping boots and people holding their shoulders tight against the cold. Priya stood near the back with her library tote pressed to her coat. She had spent an hour shelving mysteries and another hour finding a missing pencil under the return desk. Her fingers were stiff from carrying books, but she was proud of the neat row of blue stickers she had put on the after-school returns.

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