Am Balach Beag a Dh'Eisteadh aig Dorsan

Tha an t-eilean lan de sgeulachdan agus tha Tormod gan cluinntinn a h-uile taobh dhan teid e. Cha ghann nach cluinn e mu na saighdearan Romanach, cotaichean seunta, agus mu dhaoine air an toirt a thaobh, air neo am bruid, air sgath an cuid aineolas, agus droch run chaich. Ach, chan e a h-uile cil a tha freagarrach do chluasan ganaich agus cluinnidh Tormod, 's a chluais ri claisneachd, gu ler a tha ga chur a rannsachadh mu c a b' athair dha, am measg nithean eile. Cluinnidh e sop s gach seid bho a nbaidh Ruairidh, a mhthair is cailleachan na btha, ach chan eil e idir furasta do Thormod bun no brr a dhanamh dheth. Nach fherr neoichiontachd na h-ige na bhith air do bhuaireadh cus le cmhradh a tha am beul dhaoine? The island is full of stories, and Tormod hears them everywhere-at home, at school, and from Ruairidh next door. There are stories about Roman legions and enchanted tweed coats and men carried off by brutal pressgangs and self-proclaimed bards who would steal a song right out of your mouth. And then there are the stories he isn't supposed to hear, and maybe one of them will explain a few things that puzzle him, like why he doesn't have a father. Stories can change with every telling, and a little boy's innocence can't last forever. Am Balach Beag a dh'isteadh aig Dorsan agus na chuala e (The Little Boy who Listened at Doors ) explores the power of stories and the motives of people who tell them.