‘I am the wind. I blow. I blow. I climb. I climb. I climb the hills and I move the clouds. I bend the trees and I move the grass. No one can stop the wind. I am the wind, a friendly wind, a wind you cannot see. But I am the wind.’ He seemed to be unaware of his audience. The children were surprised and delighted. Needless to say, so were we. We thought then that Dibs had at last found himself and was now one of the group.”
