Jack yawned. He pulled on his jeans and
sneakers and a sweatshirt.
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.
Jack looked up, searching for the tree house.