Jack opened his eyes.
They were wearing their own clothes again. Alightning bug blinked inside the growing darkness ofthe tree house.
Annie picked up Morgan's note. She repeated therhyme:
To find a special magic,You must step into the lightAnd without wand, spell, or charm,Turn daytime into night.
"We found the special magic," said Annie. "Theatermagic!""Yep," said Jack.
He opened his backpack. He and Annie took out thetwo scrolls Will had given them. When they unrolledthem, Jack saw that Will had written something. Heread aloud:
Thank you both for helping me.
Your friend,William Shakespeare"William Shakespeare?" said Annie. "I've heard thatname before.""Me too," said Jack.
He took out their research book. He looked upShakespeare in the index. He turned to a page andread aloud:
William Shakespeare lived from 1564 to 1616. Hewrote thirty-seven plays and many sonnets and otherpoems. Many people think he was the greatest writerwho ever lived.
"The greatest?" said Annie. "Our Will?""Oh, man," whispered Jack. He stared in amazementat William Shakespeare's autograph.
"Hey, we can leave our scrolls with Morgan's note,"said Annie. "It'll prove to her we found a specialmagic."They put their two scrolls next to the note on thefloor. Then they climbed down the rope ladder.
When they started walking through the woods, abreeze blew, shaking the tree leaves. Shadows shifted.
Birds called from hidden places.
"Remember the enchanted woods?" Annie said in ahushed voice. "The fairy queen and the fairy king?"Jack smiled and nodded.
"And Puck, the merry wanderer of the night?" saidAnnie. "And Will, our Will."Jack nodded again.
"I had a great time," said Annie. "Didn't you?"Jack sighed.
"Yes," he said. Then he took a deep breath andspoke very clearly and with feeling:
"I have had a most rare vision. I have had adream.... |