Margaret Mahy's The Bridge Builder

"We played where bridges were being born, running around piles of sand and shingle, bags of cement and bars of reinforced steel. Concrete mixers would turn, winches would wind, piles would be driven and decking cast. Slowly, as we watched and played, a bridge would appear and people could cross over..."

This story is part of a short collection of 9 tales published by Delacorte Press and is a visitor to White Rabbit's book-shelf from the Berkeley Public Library.

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