My name is Alice.
I am a Moose.

I left the Adirondacks and I walked.
I walked through forests, and farm fields. I crossed roads, rail lines, and a major highway. I even crossed an international border and swam across the mighty Saint Lawrence River.
I kept walking until I reached Algonquin Provincial Park.
My ancestral home.
I walked more than six hundred kilometres.

Yes, I really did this. It is not fiction.

People tried to understand my walk. They traced my steps on maps and followed my signal. But one person followed me in a different way. He studied the cadence of my journey, not the distance. He understood the kind of certainty that lives in an animal who moves with resolve.
He knew I was listening to my inner voice.
The voice that told me to walk.
The voice that guided my every step.
My walk was long, and I stayed with it.
That is who I am.

Alice

* At ten thousand words, fifty‑eight pages, and an illustration on every page, Alice is designed as a fully illustrated children’s book... but one that speaks differently to grown‑ups.