What a pity every child couldn’t learn to read under a willow tree...
She rolled over and stretched, blinking up at the blue sky. The tips of the long grasses swished gently in the breeze. The hot sun pressed down on her so that she felt hot and empty. Slowly, the meadow began to fulfill its promise.
The two boys stood and looked at each other. There was no amusement and no scorn in Attean’s eyes. How very strange, Matt thought. After all the brave deeds he had dreamed of doing to win this boy’s respect, he had gained it at last by doing nothing, just by staying here and refusing to leave.