“Good night, sweet child,” Mama said 
as she tucked Little Cub in.
 But Little Cub wasn’t quite ready to go to sleep. 
“Mama, where did I come from?” she asked.     
“From God,” her mother answered. “Your papa 
 and I were alone, and we wanted a baby.”
 “And you got me?” Little Cub asked, her voice muffled 
 from under the covers.
 “Yes, my special child. God gave us you.”								
									 Copyright © 2000 by written by Lisa Tawn Bergren; illustrated by Laura J. Bryant. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.