He put his notebook and pencil into his backpack. Then he crept down the stairs. Annie opened the back door. Quietly’ they stepped outside. Wait said Jack. “We need a flashlight.” “No, we don’t. I told you-the moon will light our way,” said Annie. And she took off. Jack sighed, then followed her. Annie was right, thought Jack. The moon was so bright that he could see his shadow. Everything seemed washed with silver. Soon they left their street. Annie led the way into the Frog Creek woods. It was much darker under the shadows of the trees