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Here’swhatkidshavetosayto
MaryPopeOsborne,authorof
theMagicTreeHouseseries:
WOW!Youhaveanimaginationlikenoother.—AdamW.
Iloveyourbooks.Ifyoustopwritingbooks,itwillbelikelosing
abestfriend.—BenM.
IthinkyouaretherealMorganleFay.Thereisalwaysmagicin
yourbooks.—EricaY.
OnedayIwasreallyboredandIdidn’twanttoread…Ilooked
inyourbook.Ireadasentence,anditwasinteresting.SoIread
somemore,untilthebookwasdone.ItwassogoodIreadmore
andmore.Then I had readall of your books, andnow I hope
youwritelotsmore.—DanaiK.
Ialwaysread[yourbooks]overandover…1time,2times,3
times,4times…—YuanC.
Youaremybestauthorintheworld.Iloveyourbooks.Ireadall
thetime.Ireadeverywhere.Mymomislikefreakingout.—Ellen
C.
Ihopeyoumakethesebooksforallyoursandmine’slife.—Riki
H.
Teachersandlibrarianslove
MagicTreeHouse®books,too!
Thank you for opening faraway places and times to my class
throughyourbooks.Theyhavegivenme thechance tobring in
additionalbooks,materials,andvideostosharewiththeclass.—
J.Cameron
Itexcitesmetoseehowinvolved[myfourth-gradereadingclass]
isinyourbooks…Iwoulddoanythingtogetmystudentsmore
involved,andthishasdoneit.—C.Rutz
I discovered your books last year…WOW!Our students have
gonecrazyoverthem.Ican’torderenoughcopies!…Thanksfor
contributingsomuchtochildren’sliterature!—C.Kendziora
I first cameacross yourMagicTreeHouse serieswhenmy son
broughtonehome…Ihavesinceintroducedthisgreatseriesto
my class. They have absolutely fallen in love with these
books!…Mystudentsarenowaskingmeformoreindependent
reading time to read them. Your stories have inspired evenmy
moststrugglingreaders.—M.Payne
I lovehow I cangobeyond the[MagicTreeHouse]booksand
usethemasspringboardsforotherlearning.—R.Gale
Wehaveenjoyedyourbooksallyearlong.WecheckyourWeb
sitetofindnewinformation.Wepullourmapdowntofindthe
areaswheretheadventurestakeplace.Myclassalwayschimesin
atkeypartsofthestory.Itfeelsgoodtohearmystudentsaskfor
abookandcheerwhenanewbookcomesout.—J.Korinek
Our studentshave “MagicTreeHouse fever.” I can’t keepyour
booksonthelibraryshelf.—J.Rafferty
Your books truly invite children into the pleasure of reading.
Thanksforsuchterrificwork.—S.Smith
The children in the fourth grade even hide the [Magic Tree
House]booksinthelibrarysothattheywillbeabletofindthem
whentheyarereadytocheckthemout.—K.Mortensen
MyMagicTreeHousebooksareneveronthebookshelfbecause
they are always being read by my students. Thank you for
creatingsuchawonderfulseries.—K.Mahoney
DearReaders,
One snowy day in Connecticut, I wished I could escape to a
sunnyisland.Iwasfartoobusytotakeavacation,soItooka
tripinmyimagination.That’showIbeganworkingonthisbook
aboutHawaii.
Inmyresearch, I learnedthat the islandsofHawaiiareeven
morebeautifulthanIhadthought.Theybeganasvolcanoesthat
rosefromthesea.Overmillionsofyears,birdsandwindbrought
seedstothemassesofrock.IntheperfectclimateofthePacific,
trees, flowers, wildlife, and insects thrived. When people
discoveredtheislands,theywereamazedbythenaturalwonders
theysaw.
This isabig reasonwhy I lovebeinganauthor somuch.By
usingmyimagination,IcangoanywhereIwant.Icanescapethe
cold weather and feel the fresh, sweet-smelling air of beautiful
faraway islands. Wherever you are right now, whatever the
season, Ihopeyou’lluseyour imagination toescape toHawaii,
too.
Aloha!
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DearReaders
TitlePage
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue
1.AShip?
2.Aloha!
3.Sleepover
4.GardenParadise
5.GO!
6.Shake-up
7.RideforYourLives!
8.TheBigWave
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Special Preview ofMagic Tree House #29: (A Merlin Mission)
ChristmasinCamelot
ForMelandDana
One summer day in Frog Creek, Pennsylvania, a mysterious tree
houseappearedinthewoods.
Eight-year-oldJackandhisseven-year-oldsister,Annie,climbed
intothetreehouse.Theyfoundthatitwasfilledwithbooks.
JackandAnniesoondiscoveredthatthetreehousewasmagic.It
couldtakethemtotheplacesinthebooks.Alltheyhadtodowas
point to a picture andwish to go there.While they are gone, no
timeatallpassesinFrogCreek.
Along the way, Jack and Annie discovered that the tree house
belongstoMorganleFay.MorganisamagicallibrarianofCamelot,
thelong-agokingdomofKingArthur.Shetravelsthroughtimeand
space,gatheringbooks.
Jack andAnnie havemany exciting adventures helpingMorgan
and exploring different times and places. In Magic Tree House
Books#25–28,theylearntheartofmagic.…
JackandAnnieweresittingontheirporch,readingbooks.Jackwas
readingaboutgorillas.AnniewasreadingaboutPilgrims.
SuddenlyAnnieclosedherbook.Shelookedupintothesunset.
“Hey!”Anniesaidwithasmile.
Jacklookedoverather.
“It’sback!”shesaid,jumpingup.
“Oh, man,” breathed Jack. He knew she was talking about the
magictreehouse.Anniecouldalwaystellwhenitwasback.
Jackclosedhisbookandstoodup.
“We’re going to the woods!” he called through the screen door.
“There’ssomethingwehavetocheckon!”
“Bebackbeforedark!”theirmomsaid.
“Wewill!”saidJack.
Hepickeduphisbackpack.ThenheandAnnieheadedacross the
yard.Whentheygottothesidewalk,theystartedrunning.Theyran
uptheirstreetandintotheFrogCreekwoods.
Inthelastlightofday,theyhurriedbetweenthetrees.Finally,they
cametothetallestoak.Theyheldtheirbreathastheylookedup.
Themagictreehousewasback.
“Goodgoing,”saidJack.
“Thanks!”saidAnnie.
Shestarteduptheladder.Jackfollowed.Itwasnearlydarkinside.
Butthesun-driedwoodsmelledlikeasummerday.
“Whatkindofspecialmagicwillwelookforthistime?”saidJack.
They glanced around the tree house. They saw the scrolls they’d
broughtbackfromShakespeare’stheater.Theysawthetwigfromthe
mountain gorillas and the pouch of corn seeds from the first
Thanksgiving.
“There!”saidAnnie.Shepointedtoabookinthecorner.Apieceof
paperwasstickingoutofit.
Jackpickedupthebook.Thenhepulledoutthepaperandread:
DearJackandAnnie,
Good luck on your fourth journey to find a specialmagic. This secret
rhymewillguideyou:
Tofindaspecialmagic,
buildaspecialkindofship
thatridesthewaves,
bothhighandlow,
oneverykindoftrip.
Thankyou,
Morgan
JacklookedatAnnie.
“Aship?”hesaid.
Sheshrugged.“Yep.Iguesswehavetobuildaship.Wheredowe
gotobuildit?”
She and Jack looked at the book’s cover. It showedpalm trees, a
beach,andabeautifulocean.Thetitlewas:
AVISITTOOLDHAWAII
“Oh,wow!”saidAnnie.“IloveHawaii!”
“Howdoyouknowyouloveit?”Jackasked.“We’veneverbeento
Hawaii.”
“Well,we’regoingnow!”saidAnnie.Shepointedatthecover.“We
wishwecouldgothere!”
Thewindstartedtoblow.
Thetreehousestartedtospin.
Itspunfasterandfaster.
Theneverythingwasstill.
Absolutelystill.
Jack opened his eyes. A gentle wind brushed against his skin. It
smelledsweetandfresh.
Annielookedoutthewindow.“Nice!”shesaid.
Jack looked out, too. The tree house had landed on top of a tall
palmtree.Thepalmtreewasattheedgeofaflowerymeadow.
Ononesideofthemeadow,acliffdroppeddowntothebeachand
ocean.Ontheothersideofthemeadowweretherooftopsofasmall
village.
Beyondthevillageweretallgraymountains.Mistycloudshidtheir
peaks.Waterfallsgusheddowntheirsides.
“ItoldyouIlovedHawaii!”saidAnnie.“Don’tyou?”
“Ihavetolearnaboutitfirst,”saidJack.Hepushedhisglassesinto
placeandopenedtheirresearchbook.Hereadaloud:
Hawaii is a chain of islands in the Pacific Ocean. The largest island is
Hawaii,whichgivesitsnametothewholegroup.Theislandswereformed
millions of years ago by volcanoes. The volcanoes erupted under the
ocean.Overtime,theircratersroseabovethewater.
“Wow,”saidAnnie.“We’reonthetopofavolcano.”
“Yeah,”saidJack.Hereadon:
The volcanic rock crumbled and turned to soil. Over millions of years,
wind andbirds dropped seeds on the islands. Plants and trees began to
grow,andbirdsandinsectsmadetheirhomes.
“Cool,”saidJack.Hetookouthisnotebookandpencilandwrote:
Hereadsomemore:
Abouttwothousandyearsago,peoplefirstcametoHawaii.Theycamein
canoes from other islands in the Pacific. They rowed for thousands of
milesacrosstheocean,guidedonlybythewindandstars.
“Hey,listen,”saidAnnie.
Jackputdownthebookandlistened.Soundsofmusicandlaughter
floatedonthebreeze.
“Theremustbeapartyinthatvillage,”saidAnnie.“Let’sgo.”
“Whataboutbuildingthatship?”askedJack.
“We’llfigurethatoutlater,”saidAnnie.“Let’smeetsomepeopleat
theparty.Maybetheycanhelpus.”
Shestarteddowntheladder.
Jackheardawhoopoflaughterinthedistance.Thepartydoessound
fun,hethought.HepackeduphisthingsandfollowedAnniedownto
theground.
The sun was low in the sky. They walked through the meadow
towardthevillage.Everythingwasbathedinagoldenredglow.
“Oh,man,”breathedJack.
There was beauty everywhere: purple flowers shaped like bells,
white flowers that looked like stars, tall, feathery ferns, green spiky
plants,bigorange-and-blackbutterflies,andtinyyellowbirds.
When they got close to the village, they saw an open area filled
withpeople.JackandAnnieslippedbehindapalmtree.Theypeeked
outattheparty.
Therewereaboutfiftypeople,includinggrown-ups,teenagers,and
littlekids.Theywereallbarefootandworewreathsofflowersaround
theirnecks.
A womanwas chanting. Her words rose and fell like waves. She
chantedaboutavolcanogoddessnamedPele.
Whileshechanted,otherpeopleplayedmusic.Someblewonpipes
that looked like flutes. Others shook gourds that sounded like baby
rattles.Somehitstickstogethertomakeclickingsounds.
Mostofthevillagersweredancingtothemusic.Theysteppedfrom
sidetoside.Theyswayedtheirhipsandwavedtheirhands.
“They’redoingthehula,”whisperedAnnie.Shesmiledandwaved
herhands,too.
“Don’tgetcarriedaway,”whisperedJack.
HetookouttheirbookandfoundapictureofHawaiiansdancing.
Heread:
TheearlyHawaiianshadnowrittenlanguage.Theytoldstorieswithhula
dancing.Thehulaisablendofdancingandchantingpoetry.
Jackpulledouthisnotebook.HestartedalistaboutearlyHawaii:
Suddenly Jack heard loud laughter and clapping. He looked up.
Anniewasgone!
Jack peeked out from behind the tree. Anniewas doing the hula
withthedancers!Butnooneseemedsurprised.Everyonejustsmiled
atherastheykeptdancing.
AgirlcaughtsightofJack.ShelookedaboutAnnie’sage.Shehad
long,shinyblackhairandabig,friendlysmile.
“Comedothehula!”shecalledtohim.
“Noway,”Jackbreathed.
Heslippedbehind the treeagain.But thegirldancedover tohim
andtookhishand.
“Joinus!”shesaid.
“Nothanks,”saidJack.
Thegirldidn’tletgo.ShepulledJackintotheopen.Themusicgot
louder.ThedancersandmusiciansnoddedandsmiledatJack.
Jack stood still.Hedidn’tknowhow todoany kindof dance, let
alone thehula!Hestaredat theground,clutchinghisbackpackand
notebookuntilthemusicanddancingended.
The Hawaiians gathered around Jack and Annie. They all had
friendly,openfaces.
“Whoareyou?”theyounggirlasked.
“I’mAnnie,”saidAnnie.“Thisismybrother,Jack.”
“I’mKama,”thegirlsaid.“Thisismybrother,Boka.”Shepointedto
aboyinthecrowdwholookedaboutJack’sage.
Theboysteppedforward.Hegrinnedabiggrinjustlikehissister’s.
Hepulledoffhiswreathofredfluffyflowers.HeputitaroundAnnie’s
neck.
“Aleitowelcomeyou,”Bokasaid.
KamathenpulledoffherleiandputitaroundJack’sneck.
“Aloha,JackandAnnie!”everyonesaid.
“Aloha,”saidJackandAnnie.
“Wheredidyoucomefrom?”aprettywomanasked.
“Frog—”Anniestarted.
ButJackbrokein.“Fromoverthemountains,”hesaidquickly.He
pointedatthemountainsloominginthedistance.
“Wearegladyouhavecometovisitus,”thewomansaid.
Everyonesmiledandnodded.
They’reallamazinglynice,Jackthought.
The music started again. As people began to dance, Kama took
Annie’shand.
“Sitandtalkwithus,”shesaid.
SheandBokaledJackandAnnietotheedgeoftheclearing.They
sat cross-legged in the grass. Kama picked up a wooden bowl. She
helditout.
“Pleaseeat,”shesaid.
“Whatisit?”askedAnnie.
“It ispoi,” saidKama. She scooped somepoi out of thebowl and
lickeditoffofherfingers.
“You eat it with your hands? Cool,” said Annie. She stuck her
fingersinthebowlandlickedoffthepoi.“Mmm…good.”
Jackstuckhis finger in thebowl, too.Thegooeymixture felt like
peanutbutter.Butwhenhelickeditoffhisfinger,ithadaweirdtaste
—bothbitterandsweet.
“Hmm,”hesaid,buthemadeaface.
“Hedoesn’tlikeit,”KamasaidtoBoka.
“No,no,”saidJack.“It’s…”Hetriedtothinkofsomethingpolite.
…“It’sveryinteresting.”
KamaandBokagiggled.Then theystuck their fingers in thebowl
andatesomepoi.
“Interesting!”theyexclaimed.Theycrackeduplaughing.Jackand
Annielaughedwiththem.
“Now tell us about your home over the mountains,” said Kama,
“thisplaceyoucall‘Frog.’”
Kama’sfriendlysmilemadeJackwanttotellherthetruth.
“It’sactuallycalledFrogCreek,”hesaid.“It’sveryfaraway—much
fartherthanjustoverthemountains.Wetraveledhereinamagictree
house.”
Kama’s andBoka’s eyes gothuge.They smiled evenbigger smiles
thanbefore.
“Thatsoundsfun!”saidKama.
“Youaresolucky!”saidBoka.
JackandAnnielaughed.
“Yeah, we are,” said Jack. He felt great telling their new friends
about the tree house.He andAnnie had never talked about itwith
theirfriendsbackhome.
“Canyoustayheretonight?”askedKama.
Jackshrugged.“Sure,wecanstayatleastonenight,”hesaid.
Kamahurriedovertotheprettywoman.Theyspoketogetherfora
moment.ThenKamareturnedtoJackandAnnie.
“Ourmotherinvitesyoutosleepatourhouse,”shesaid.
“Great,”saidAnnie.“Thanks.”
JackandAnniestoodup.Inthegraytwilight,theyfollowedKama
and Boka through the village. They wove between small huts with
steeproofsuntilKamastoppedinfrontofone.
“Thisisourhouse,”shesaid.
The hut had no door—just awide entrance that opened into one
largeroom.
KamaandBoka led Jack andAnnie inside. In thedim light, Jack
could barely see the dried-grasswalls and thewoven-grassmats on
thedirtfloor.
“Wheredowesleep?”heasked.
“Here!”saidBoka.
HeandKama laydownon themats.Anniepulledoffher lei and
shoes.Thenshelaydown,too.
“Oh,”saidJack.“Okay.”
Hetookoffhisshoesandwreathofflowers.Heusedhisbackpack
asapillowwhenhelaydown.Thewarmwindrustledthepalmleaves
outside.Musicdriftedinfromtheparty.
“Theoceaniscalling,”saidKama.
Jackcouldbarelyhearthewavesinthedistance.
“Tomorrowwewilltakeyouwaveriding,”saidBoka.
“Youmeansurfing?”saidAnnie.
“Yes,”saidKama.
“Cool,”saidJack.Buthewasn’tsurehemeant it.Surfingactually
seemedprettyscary.
Kamaseemedtohearhisthoughts.“Don’tworry,”shesaid.“We’ll
havefun.”
“Nokidding,”saidAnnie.
SoonJackheardsteadybreathing.Theotherkidshadfallenasleep.
Oh darn,we forgot to ask them about building a ship, he thought. I
guesswe’llhavetodothattomorrow.…
Jackclosedhiseyesandyawned.Soonhe,too,wasfastasleep.
Jack heard pounding noises. He imagined Boka and Kama were
buildingaship.
Heopenedhiseyes.OnlyheandAnniewerestillinthehut.Apiece
ofclothcoveredthedoorway.JacksatupandshookAnnie.
“Wakeup!”hesaid.
Sheopenedhereyes.
“Ithinkthey’rebuildingashipoutside,”saidJack.“Comeon,let’s
go.”
Anniejumpedup.
“Don’tforgetyourlei,”shesaid.
They put on their flower wreaths. Jack lifted the cloth over the
doorway,andtheysteppedoutintothewarmsunlight.
Boka,Kama,andtheirparentssmiledatJackandAnnie.Theywere
allworking.Butnoonewasbuildingaship.
Bokawaspoundingawidestripofbarkwithawoodenclub.Kama
was using a stone to pound something that looked like a fat sweet
potato.Theirparentswereweavinggrassmats.
“Whatareyoumaking?”Jackasked.
“I’mmakingtapa,”saidBoka.“FirstIbeatthebarkofthemulberry
tree into thin sheets. Then my father pastes the sheets together to
makeclothforus.”
“This is the root of a taro plant,” said Kama. She pointed at the
squashedwhitevegetable.“Whenyouaddfruittoit,yougetpoi.”
“Great,”saidJack.“Bytheway,doyoueverbuildships?”
“Ships?”askedBoka.“Whatfor?”
Jackshrugged.“Tosailaway?”hesaid.
“Whywouldwedothat?”askedKama.
“Goodquestion,”saidJack,smiling.
“CanIhelp?”AnnieaskedKama.
“Sure,”saidKama.WhilesheshowedAnniehowtopoundthetaro
root,Jackslippedbackintothehut.Hepulledouthisnotebookand
quicklyaddedtohisHawaiilist:
JackheardKamaaskherparentsiftheycouldplaynow.
“We’ve finished our chores,” said Kama. “May we take Jack and
Annietotheocean?”
“Forwaveriding,”saidBoka.
Jackheldhisbreath.Hehalfhopedtheirparentswouldsayno.
“Yes,gohaveagoodtimewithyourfriends,”saidtheirfather.
“Comeon,Jack!”Anniecalled.
Jackputhisnotebookaway.Hepulledonhispackandjoinedthe
othersoutside.
“We’llbebackinalittlewhile,”saidKama.
“Don’tforgettoeatbreakfast!”saidhermother.
“Wewon’t,”saidKama.
Wherewillwegetbreakfast?wonderedJack.
HeandAnniefollowedKamaandBoka.Theypassedvillagershard
atwork.Somecarriedfirewoodorwater.Otherswerecuttinggrassor
strippingbarkfromtrees.Everyonesmiledandwaved.
“Hungry?”KamaaskedJackandAnnie.
“Sure,”theysaid.
KamaandBokawent into thegroveofpalmsnear thehuts.They
climbed up two slanting tree trunks, using their hands and feet to
pushthemselvesup.Atthetop,theyshookthepalmleaves.
“Watchout!”Kamashouted.
Jack and Annie jumped back as big, round coconuts fell to the
ground.
KamaandBokasliddownthetrees.Theyeachpickedupacoconut.
Then they found rocks and began to whack the hard shells. They
whackedandwhackeduntiltheircoconutscrackedintohalves.
KamasharedherswithAnnie.BokasharedhiswithJack.
Jack drank the fresh, sweetmilk inside the coconut. “Mmm!” he
said.
“Interesting?”askedBoka.
“No.Mmmmeansgood!”saidJack.
Everyonelaughed.
ThenKamapickedbananasoffabananatreeandgavethemtoJack
andAnnie. Jack peeled his and took a bite. Itwas the best banana
he’devereaten.
Whenbreakfastwasover,theyallheadedintotheflowerymeadow.
The skywas the bluest blue Jack had ever seen. The grasswas the
greenestgreen.Theflowersandbirdssparkledlikejewels.
Hawaiiislikeagardenparadise,Jackthought.
Hewanted to lookupHawaiianbirdsand flowers in the research
book.Astheotherskeptwalking,hestoppedandpulledoutthebook.
“Jack!Comelook!”Annieshouted.Shewasstandingattheedgeof
acliffwithBokaandKama.
Jackputawaythebookandhurriedto join theothers.He looked
downatabeachfiftyfeetbelow.
There were no people. Only seashells and seaweed lay on the
glisteningwhitesand.Big,foamywavescrashedagainsttheshore.
“Wow!”saidAnnie.
Uh-oh,thoughtJack.
BokalookedatJackandgrinned.
“Ready?”heasked.
“I’mready!”saidAnnie.“Wheredowegetoursurfboards?”
“Downthere,” saidKama.Shepointed toa rockypath that led to
thebeach.
“Let’sgo,”saidAnnie.
Annie, Boka, and Kama started down the path. Jack followed,
movingslowlyandcarefully.
Whenhesteppedontothebeach,Jackslippedoffhisshoes.Hedug
histoesintothedry,warmsand.Itfeltassoftassilk.
“Actually,Iwouldn’tmindjusttakingawalkonthebeach,”hesaid
totheothers.
Butnooneseemedtohear.Theyhadallwalkedover toarowof
woodensurfboardsproppedagainsttherocks.
BokapickedoutalongboardandluggeditovertoJack.“Foryou,”
hesaid.
Jacktooktheboardandlookedupatit.Itwasastallashisdad.
“Isn’tthisalittlebigforme?”heasked.
Boka shook his head. He chose a board for Annie. Then he and
Kamagrabbedacoupleforthemselves.
Jacktookadeepbreath.“I’dliketoreadalittleaboutsurfingfirst,”
hesaid.Heputhisboarddownandpulledouttheresearchbook.
“Whatisthat?”askedKama.
“It’sabook,”saidJack.“Ittellsyouaboutthings.”
“Howdoesittalk?”saidKama.
“Itdoesn’ttalk,”saidAnnie.“Youreadit.”
Kamalookedconfused.
“Jack, forget thebooknow,”Annie said. “Let’s justdowhatBoka
andKamatellus.”Sheheadedfortheocean,luggingherboard.
Jack sighedandput thebookaway.He lefthis pack in the sand,
pickeduphisboard,andfollowedtheothers.
Theyallstoppedattheedgeofthewater.
“Firstweneed togetpast thebreakingwaves,” saidKama.“Then
we’llshowyouwhattodonext.”
Togethertheywadedintothecool,shallowwater.Thewavesdon’t
seemallthatbig,Jackthoughthopefully.
Butashewadeddeeperintotheocean,thebreakingwavesbegan
to lookbiggerandbigger.Whenthe firstwavehithim,Jack leaned
againstit,liftinghisboard.Henearlyfellover.
Kama, Boka, and Annie moved farther out into the ocean. Jack
watched as a wave loomed over them. They all threw their boards
overthewaveanddoveintoit.
Jackstruggledforward.Thenexttimeabigwavecametowardhim,
he threw his board over it. Holding his glasses tightly, he ducked
under.
WhenJack stoodupagain,hewiped thewater fromhiseyesand
glasses. His surfboard was close by. He grabbed it before another
wavecame.
Jackkeptfightinghiswayforward.Bythetimehegotpastallthe
breakers,thewaterwasuptohischest.
“We’llpaddleouttocatchabigwave!”saidBoka.
Jackfrowned.“But—”
“Don’tworry,Jack,”saidKama.“Itwillbefun!”
Boka andKamapulled themselves onto their boards. They lay on
theirbelliesandbeganpaddlingwiththeirhandsouttosea.
Jack andAnnie lay down on their boards, too. Paddling over the
gentlewaves,Jackrelaxed.Now, thiswassomethinghecoulddoall
day.
“WhenIsaygo,paddlefastbacktowardtheshore!”saidKama.
“Whendowestandup?”saidAnnie.
“Whenyoustarttowardtheshore!”saidBoka.“Standupwithone
footforward.Stretchoutyourarmstokeepyourbalance!”
“Butdon’ttrytostanduptheveryfirsttime!”saidKama.“Justride
yourboardonyourbelly!”
“Iseeonecomingnow!”saidBoka.
“Wait,wait!”saidJack.Everythingwashappeningtoofast.Hehad
questions.
“Go!”Kamashouted.
Jacksawabigwaverollingtowardthem.Beforeheknewit,Boka,
Kama, and Annie were paddling quickly toward the shore. Jack
paddledlikecrazytokeepup.
Suddenlythewaveliftedhimandswepthimforward!Jackzoomed
towardtheshorewithamazingspeed.Outofthecornerofhiseye,he
sawBokaandKama—andAnnie!—allstandingup.
Jackwantedtobelikethem.Inaflash,hewentuponhisknees.He
puthis left foot forwardandstoodup!Foronesecondhe felt likea
soaringbird—thenhelosthisbalance!
Jackfellintothewater,grabbinghisglassesjustintime.Thewave
crasheddownontopofhim!Waterfilledhismouthandwentuphis
nose.Hisboardandhisleiweresweptaway.
Jack twisted and turned in the churning water. When his head
bobbedupabovethewater,hechokedandcoughed.
Anotherbigwavecrasheddownonhim,andhewentunderagain.
Whenhe cameup,heplunged forward,desperately trying to get to
shore.
Againandagain,Jackwasthrowndownandslammedbybreaking
waves.Buteachtime,hegotupandhurledhimselfclosertoshore.
Finally,Jackdraggedhimselfoutoftheocean.Feelingbruisedand
battered,hefellontothesand.
“Jack!”criedAnnie.Sherantohim.“Areyouokay?”
Jackjustnodded.Heputonhiswetglasses.Hefeltshakyandmad
athimself.Inevershouldhavetriedtostand!hethought.
Kama picked up Jack’s surfboard from the shallow water and
broughtitovertohim.
“Itoldyounottostand,”shesaid,laughing.“Youfellhard.”
It’snotfunny,thoughtJack.Inearlydrowned!
“Thebestthingtodoistogorightbackout,”saidBoka.
“Yougo,”saidJack.Hiseyesandnoseburnedfromthesaltwater.
“I’llstayhere.”Hewalkedovertohispack,pickeditup,andtookout
theresearchbook.
“Comeon,Jack!”saidAnnie.“Tryitagain!Stayonyourbellythis
time!”
“No,thistimeI’mgoingtoreadaboutsurfingfirst,”hesaid.
“Aw,youshouldjusttryitagain,”saidAnnie.“Notreadaboutit!”
Sherantohimandpulledthebookoutofhishands.Jackjerkedit
awayfromher.Heslippedandfellontothesand.
KamaandBokalaughedagain.
“Whyareyoulaughing?”Jacksnapped.“Youdon’tevenknowhow
toread!”
BokaandKamalookedhurt.
“Jack!”saidAnnie.“Thatwasmean.Sayyou’resorry.”
Jackopenedhis bookandpretended to read it.Hedid feel sorry,
buthewastooupsettosayso.
“Fine, stay here,” said Annie. She went back to Boka and Kama.
“Let’sgo.”
As Jack sat alone on the beach, he looked up from his book. He
watchedtheotherkidspaddlingthroughthewater.
“I don’t care,” he muttered. “I’m never going back out in those
waves.”
Morgandidn’tsendusheretosurfanyway,hethought.Shetoldusto
buildaship.Buthowtheheckarewesupposedtodothat?
Jack heaved an angry sigh. Now he was cross with Morgan. He
turnedtothebackofthebookandsearchedtheindexfor“ship.”
SuddenlyJackheardarumblingfromunderthesand.Theground
startedtoshake.Itshooksohard,thebookflewoutofJack’shands!
Jackbouncedupanddownon thebeach.Shellswere jumpingup
anddown,too.Rockstumbleddownfromthecliff.
It’sanearthquake!thoughtJack.
Therumblingstopped.
Theshakingstopped.
Jack looked around. Everything was normal again, except some
rocksrolledaroundatthebottomofthecliff.
Jack looked out to sea. Kama, Boka, and Annie were past the
breakers.Theyweresittingontheirsurfboards,laughingandtalking.
Everything seemed okay. But Jack felt sure that something was
wrong. He grabbed the Hawaii book from the sand. He looked up
“earthquake.”Heread:
Earthquakes in Hawaii have been known to cause tsunamis (soo-NAH-
meez),which used to be called “tidalwaves.” An earthquake can cause
wateroutatseatobesetinmotion.Thewatergrowshigherandhigheras
it moves toward land. Just before the tsunami strikes, water may pull
awayfromtheshore.Thenitreturnsinagiganticwavethatcrashesover
thelandandwasheseverythingaway.
Oh,man!thoughtJack.Atsunamimightbecoming!
Jackhadtofindoutmoreabouttsunamisquickly.Hereadasfastas
hecould:
Atsunamicanstrikeafewhours—orafewminutes!—afteranearthquake.
It depends on the strength of the earthquake and where it took place.
Afterearthquakes,itissafestforislanderstoseekhigherground.
We have to get to higher ground now! thought Jack, dropping the
book.
Herandowntotheedgeoftheocean.Boka,Kama,andAnniewere
stillpaddlingoutbeyondthewaves.Jackforgotallabouttheirfight.
“Hey,youguys!”heyelled.
Theydidn’thearhim.
Jack went into the shallow water. “Hey, you guys!” he yelled.
“Comeback!”
Theystilldidn’thearhim.
Jack ran to his surfboard, grabbed it, and ran into the ocean.He
foughtthebreakingwaves.Oncehewaspastthem,hethrewhimself
onhisboardandpaddledwildly.
Thewave swells grew as he paddled.He could hardly seeAnnie,
Boka, or Kama over them. Jack paddled faster and faster, trying to
reachthem.
“Hey!”heyelled.“Hey!”
Bokalookedbackathim.HegaveJackafriendlywave,thenturned
awayagain.
I have to get them to come tome! Jack thought frantically. “HELP!
HELP!”heyelledatthetopofhislungs.
The three kids jerked around. They paddled quickly toward Jack
withworriedfaces.
“What’s wrong?” Annie cried when they got closer. “Are you in
trouble?”
“Weallare!”saidJack.“Atsunamimightbecoming!Therewasan
earthquakewhenIwasonthebeach!”
“We’dbetterrideinfast!”saidBoka.
“Stayonyourbellies!”saidKama.“It’ssafer!”
“Herecomesawave!”criedBoka.
Theyallstartedpaddling.
The swell of the wave picked them up. They were all swept
forward!
Jack gripped the sides of his board as he zoomed alongwith the
others. Suddenlyhedroppeddownas thewave curledunder. It felt
likearollercoaster!Buthestayedonhisboardas thewavecarried
himtoshore.
Jack rolled off into the shallowwater. He snatched up his board
andranontothesand.BokaandKamawerewaiting.
“Goodriding,Jack!”saidBoka.
“Where’sAnnie?”askedJack.
Bokapointed.Anniewasintheshallowwater,pullingherboardin.
Astheywatched,somethingveryweirdbegantohappentotheocean.
ThewateraroundAnniestartedtopullaway.
“Run,Annie!”Jackscreamed.
The water drew away from the beach, and a loud hissing sound
camefromthesea.
Suddenlyfishfloppedonthebaresand!
Anniethrewdownherboardandran.ShegrabbedJack’shandas
sheranbyhim.JackgrabbedBoka’shand,andBokagrabbedKama’s
hand.Theyallrantogether,pullingeachotheralongastheyracedto
thecliff.
BokaandKamaranupthecliffpath.JackandAnniegrabbedtheir
shoesandJack’spack.Thentheyscrambledupthepath,too.
Atthetopofthecliff,everyonelookedback.Jackcouldn’tbelieve
hiseyes!
A wave was rising up like a dark mountain of water. It came
surgingtowardtheshore,growingeventaller!
“Wow,”whisperedAnnie.
“Getback!”shoutedBoka.
Thefourofthemboltedbackfromtheedgeoftherockyslope.The
mountainofwater crashedagainst the cliff.Water sprayedover the
topoftherocksandraineddownonthem.
Whenthewaterrolledbackoverthecliff,theyallhurriedbackto
theedgetoseewhathadhappened.
Therockycliffpathwasgone.Thegiganticwavewasmovingback
outtosea,takingrocks,sand,seaweed,seashells,andthesurfboards
withit.
“Scary,”breathedAnnie.
“Yeah,”saidJack.“Wejustmadeit.”
“Boka!Kama!”voicesyelled.
They turned around. Jack saw Boka and Kama’s parents racing
acrossthemeadowtowardthem.Othervillagersfollowed.
ThetwoHawaiiankidsranintotheirparents’arms.SoonJackand
Annie were surrounded by villagers. Everyone was laughing and
cryingandhuggingeachother.
JackhuggedAnnie.HehuggedKamaandBokaandtheirparents—
andlotsofotherpeoplehedidn’tevenknow.
Finally,thehuggingandcryingandlaughingdieddown.Thevillagers
startedwalkingbacktotheirhuts.
JackandAnniefollowedBoka,Kama,andtheirparents.
“We felt the ground shaking,” said Boka and Kama’s father. “We
knewabigwavemightfollow!”
“Jacksavedus!”saidBoka.“Hereadinabookandfoundoutabout
thebigwaves.”
“What’sabook?”askedhismother.
“Showthem,”AnniesaidtoJack.
Jackreachedintohispackandtookouttheirresearchbook.
“It tellsabout thebigwaves inhere,”he said. “Booksgive lotsof
information.”
“Ah,”saidBokaandKama’smother.“Abookisagoodthing.”
“Bookstellstories,too,”saidAnnie.
“Thatisimpossible,”saidKama.“Thebookcannotmoveitsfeetor
waveitshands.Itcannotsingorchant.”
“That’strue,”saidJack,smiling.
“Nowweshoulddothehula,”BokasaidtoAnnie,Kama,andJack,
“andtellourstory.”
“I’llwatch,”saidJack,steppingaway.
BokaandKama’sfathercalledformusic.
The villagers gathered around. A man started to play a pipe. A
teenageboyknockedtwostickstogether.Somewomenbeganshaking
rattles.
Boka, Kama, and Annie waved their hands in time to the music.
Theysteppedfromsidetoside.Theyswayedtheirhips.
Kamachantedaboutgoingoutintothewater.She,Boka,andAnnie
wavedtheirhandstoshowhowtheypaddledouttosea.
Kama chanted about how Jack had warned them. She and the
otherswavedtheirhandstoshowhowtheyrodetheirsurfboardsto
shore.
ThenJacksurprisedhimself.Hewavedhishandstoshowhowhe
rodehissurfboardlikeabirdsoaringthroughtheair.Thenextthing
heknew,hewassteppingfromsidetoside.Hewasswayinghiships.
Hewasdoingthehula!
Kamachantedabouthowthewaterhadpulledawayfromtheshore
—andhowtheyhadclimbedtosafety—andhowthegiantwavehad
crashedagainstthecliff.
AsKamachantedthestory,allthevillagersjoinedinthedance.The
tallgrassesswayed.Thepalmtreesswayed.Andallthehuladancers
swayed,too.
Whenthestoryended,everyoneclapped.
“Thanksforhelpingus,”BokasaidtoJackandAnnie.
“We’reagoodteam,”saidAnnie.
“Wearebestfriends,”saidKama.
“Yeah,”saidJack.“I’msorryIsaidmeanthings.”
“We’resorrywelaughedatyou,”saidBoka.
“I’msorryIgrabbedthebook,”saidAnnie.
“Ourmother says friendship is like riding thewaves,” saidKama.
“Sometimes you ride low, gentle waves. Sometimes you ride high,
roughones.”
Anniegasped.ShelookedatJack.SherepeatedMorgan’srhyme:
Tofindaspecialmagic,
buildaspecialkindofship
thatridesthewaves,
bothhighandlow,
oneverykindoftrip.
“Friendship!That’stheship!”saidJack.
“Andwebuiltit!”saidAnnie.
SheandJackburstoutlaughing.
BokaandKamalookedalittleconfused,buttheylaughed,too.
“Wehave togoback toourownhomenow,”Annie said toBoka
andKama.
“It’stimetosaygood-bye,”saidJack.
“Weneversaygood-bye,”saidKama.“Wesayalohawhenwegreet
ourfriends.Andwesayalohawhenweleavethem.”
“Friendsarealways together,”saidBoka,“evenwhentheyare far
apart.”
“Haveagoodjourneyinyourmagictreehouse,”saidKama.
“Thanks,” said Jack and Annie. They waved to all the villagers.
“Aloha!”
“Aloha!”everyonecalledback.
Then Annie and Jack started through the meadow. Tiny yellow
birdsandorange-and-blackbutterfliesflittedaboutthem.
Attheedgeofthemeadow,theycametothegroveofpalmtrees.
Theyclimbeduptheropeladderintothetreehouse.
Outthewindow,Jacksawthetallmountains,thesmallvillage,the
flowerymeadow,andtheocean.Thewaterwaspeacefulagain.
“Istillhavemylei,”saidAnnie.
Shetookitoff.Thoughtheredflowerswerewet,theywerestilla
littlefluffy.
“It’sproofthatwefoundthespecialmagic,”saidJack.“Themagic
offriendship.”
Annieputtheleionthefloornexttotheplayscrolls,thetwig,and
thecornseeds.ThenshepickedupthePennsylvaniabook.
“Ready?”sheasked.
Jacksighed.“IloveHawaii,”hesaid.
“Finally,youadmit it,”saidAnnie.Shepointedatapictureof the
FrogCreekwoods.“Iwishwecouldgohomenow.”
Thewindstartedtoblow.
Thetreehousestartedtospin.
Itspunfasterandfaster.
Theneverythingwasstill.
Absolutelystill.
Jackopenedhiseyes.
Thesunwassettingbeyondthewoods.Notimeatallhadpassedin
FrogCreek.
“Welcomeback,”saidasoft,lovelyvoice.
MorganleFaywasinthemagictreehouse.
“Morgan!”criedAnnie.Shethrewherarmsaroundtheenchantress.
JackhuggedMorgan,too.
“Look,Morgan,”saidAnnie.“Wehaveproofwefoundfourspecial
kindsofmagic!”
“Yes,Isee,”saidMorgan.
MorganpickeduptheplayscrollsthatShakespearehadgivenJack
andAnnieinoldEngland.
“Youfoundthemagicoftheater,”shesaid.
MorganpickedupthetwigfromamountaingorillaintheAfrican
cloudforest.
“Andthemagicofanimals,”shesaid.
Morgan picked up the pouch of corn seeds from their trip to the
firstThanksgiving.
“Andthemagicofcommunity,”shesaid.
Finally,Morgan picked up the wreath of flowers from Kama and
Boka.
“Andyoudiscoveredthemagicoffriendship,”shesaid.
Morgan looked at Jack and Annie for a long moment. “Listen
carefullytowhatI’mabouttotellyou,”shesaid.
“Yes?”Theybothleanedforward.
“You are nowMagicians of EverydayMagic,” said Morgan. “You
havelearnedtofindthemagicinthingsyouencounteronearthevery
day.Therearemanyotherformsofeverydaymagic.Youneverhave
tolookfartofindit.Youonlyhavetoliveyourlifetothefullest.”
JackandAnnienodded.
Soonyouwill be calledupon touse your knowledgeof Everyday
Magicintherealmoffantasy.”
“Therealmoffantasy?”saidJack.
“ArewegoingbacktoCamelot?”saidAnnie.
Before Morgan could answer, a shout came from the distance.
“Jack!Annie!”
“Ourdad’scalling,”saidAnnie.
“You must go home now,” said Morgan gently. “Rest—and get
ready to test your powers. Yourmost exciting challenges are yet to
come.”
“Good-bye,Morgan,”saidAnnieandJack.
Theyhuggedtheenchantress.ThenJacktooktheHawaiibookout
of his pack and gave it to Morgan. He put on his backpack and
followedAnniedowntheladder.
Whentheysteppedontotheground, therewasagreatroarabove
them.JackandAnnielookedup.Aswirlofsparklinglightlitthetop
ofthetree.
Thenthe lightwasgone.Thetreehousewasgone.MorganleFay
wasgone,too.
JackandAnniedidn’t speak for a longmoment.ThenJackbroke
thesilence.
“Ourmostexcitingchallengesareyettocome?”hesaid.“Whatdo
youthinkMorganmeantbythat?”
“Idon’tknow,”saidAnnie.
“Itsoundsalittlescary,”saidJack
“That’s okay. We can handle it,” said Annie. She smiled. “We’re
MagiciansofEverydayMagic.”
Jacksmiled.“Yeah,”hesaid.“Iguessweare.”
Theywalked out of the woods as the sunwas setting. Down the
street theirmom and dadwere standing on their front porch. They
wavedatJackandAnnie.
Jackfeltasurgeofhappiness.There’sanotherkindofeverydaymagic,
hethought,themagicoffamily.
Inthatmoment,itseemedthebestmagicofall.
MOREFACTSFOR
JACKANDANNIEANDYOU!
Tsunamiswereoncecalled“tidalwaves.”Scientistsnolongercall
themthatbecausethewaveshavenothingtodowithtides.
ThePacificTsunamiWarningSystemalertsthepublicofearthquakesor
otherdisturbancesthattakeplaceatsea.Itputsoutwarningsonradio
andTV.Sirensmayalsosoundwarnings.Thewarningsalertpeopleto
stayawayfrombeachesandmovetohigherground.
WhenthefirstPolynesiansarrivedintheHawaiianislands1,500
yearsago,theybroughtthecustomofridingsurfboardswiththem.
AccordingtooneancientHawaiianlegend,huladancingbeganwhen
Pele,thegoddessofvolcanoes,toldheryoungersister,Laka,todance.
Lakaisnowknownasthegoddessofsonganddanceandasthe
patronessofhuladancers.Today,thehulaisstudiedandpracticedby
peoplefrommanydifferentcultures.
BecauseofHawaii’sisolation,manyofitsplantsandbirdsandinsects
arefoundnowhereelseonearth.Sadly,manyofthemtodayareon
theU.S.endangeredspecieslist.
Here’saspecialpreviewofMagicTreeHouse#29
(AMerlinMission)
ChristmasinCamelot
Availablenow!
Excerptcopyright©1993byMaryPopeOsborne.
PublishedbyRandomHouseChildren’sBooks,
adivisionofRandomHouse,Inc.,NewYork.
CHAPTERONE
ARoyalInvitation
Sunlight had faded from the late-afternoon sky. Puffy snow cloudsweremovingin.
“Let’shurry.I’mcold,”saidJack.
He and Annie were walking home from school. Their Christmas
vacationwasjustbeginning.
Cooo—cooo.
“Wait,”saidAnnie.“Look.”
Shepointedtoawhitebirdsittingonabaretreebranchattheedge
ofthewoods.Thebirdwasstaringstraightatthem.
“It’sadove,”saidJack.
“It’samessenger,”saidAnnie,“fromMorgan.”
“No,” Jack said, afraid to get his hopes up. They hadn’t seen
MorganleFayinalongtime.Hereallymissedher.
“Yes,”saidAnnie.“Shehasamissionforus.Icanfeelit.”
Inthehushofthecoldtwilight,thedovespreaditswingsandflew
intotheFrogCreekwoods.
“Comeon!”saidAnnie.“Thetreehouseisback!”
“You’rejusthoping!”saidJack.
“I’mknowing!” said Annie. She ran into thewoods, following the
whitedove.
“Oh,brother,”saidJack.ButhetookoffafterAnnie.
Even in the growing darkness, they easily found their way. They
zigzaggedbetweenthebaretreesandranoverthefrozengrounduntil
theycametothetallestoakinthewoods.
“See?”saidAnnie,pointingtothetopofthetree.
“Yeah,”whisperedJack.
Thereitwas:themagictreehouse.
“Morgan!”shoutedAnnie.
Jack held his breath, waiting to see the enchantress at the tree
housewindow.ButMorgandidnotappear.
Anniegrabbedtheropeladderandstartedup.Jackfollowed.
Whentheyclimbedinsidethetreehouse,Jacksawsomethinglying
on the floor. It was a scroll, rolled up and tied with a red velvet
ribbon.
Jackpickedupthescrollandunrolledit.Thethick,yellowedpaper
shimmeredwithlargegoldwriting.
“Wow,Morgansentusareallyfancynote,”saidAnnie.
“It’saninvitation,”saidJack.“Listen.”
“ChristmasinCamelot!”saidAnnie.“Idon’tbelieveit!”
“Cool,”whisperedJack.Hepicturedabeautiful,glowingcastle lit
withcandlesandfilledwithknightsandladiesfeastingandsinging.
“We’regoingtocelebrateChristmaswithMorganandKingArthur!”
saidAnnie.“AndQueenGuinevere!”
“Yeah,” said Jack. “And the Knights of the Round Table, like Sir
Lancelot!”
“Let’sgo!”saidAnnie.“Where’sthebook?”
She and Jack looked around the tree house for a book about
Camelot. The only book they saw was the Pennsylvania book that
alwaysbroughtthemhome.
“That’s strange,” said Jack. “Morgan didn’t send a book about
Camelot with the Royal Invitation. How does she expect us to get
there?”
“Idon’tknow,”saidAnnie.“Maybesheforgot.”
Jackpickedupthe invitation.Hereaditagain.Heturneditover,
hopingtofindmoreinformation.Thebackofthescrollwasblank.He
handedtheinvitationtoAnnie.
“Shemusthaveforgotten,”hesaid.
“Darn,” said Annie, staring at the goldwriting. “I reallywishwe
couldgotoCamelot.”
Thetreebranchesrustled.
Thewindbegantoblow.
“What’shappening?”saidJack.
“Idon’tknow—”saidAnnie.
“Waitaminute,”saidJack.“Youwereholdingthe invitation,and
youmadeawish.…”
Thewindblewharder.
“Thatmusthavemadethemagicwork!”criedAnnie.
Jackfeltasurgeofjoy.
“We’regoingtoCamelot!”hesaid.
Thetreehousestartedtospin.
Itspunfasterandfaster.
Theneverythingwasstill.
Absolutelystill.
HAWAIITIMETABLE
Millionsofyearsago,volcanoesrosefromthePacificOceantoform
theislandsofHawaii.
Around1,500yearsago,PolynesianscametoHawaii.Theywerethe
firstpeopletodiscovertheislands.Theytraveledover3,000milesin
woodencanoesfromotherislandsinthePacific.
In1778,anEnglishmannamedCaptainJamesCookmadethefirst
recordedEuropeanvisittoHawaii.
OnAugust21,1959,HawaiibecamethefiftiethstateoftheUnited
States.
Today,over6milliontouristsfromallovertheworldvisitHawaii
everyyear.
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