Lawn Mower Magic by Lynne Jonell

Author:Lynne Jonell [Jonell, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-375-89673-6
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2012-02-28T05:00:00+00:00

At the sink, Abner wrung out a sponge. “I wonder why the magic settled in the mower? The mower wasn’t underground, in a burrow.”

The others nodded, remembering. The last time magic had happened to them, they had found out that it seeped up from deep in the earth. It came from somewhere under the hill on which their house stood. But they had thought the magic only affected small animals living in burrows.

Mowey had not been in the ground, soaking up magic. It had lived aboveground, for years, in a shed.

“Maybe the shed is like a burrow,” said Celia. “It’s dark and sort of closed-in.”

“I suppose the magic could come up through the floor of the shed,” said Abner, remembering the holes in the floorboards. “And maybe it got into the mower? I don’t know. Magic is hard to figure out.” He shrugged.

Suddenly Abner’s eye was caught by some sort of motion. He dropped the sponge and went to the window. All he saw was the flutter of Tate’s long brown hair, and then it was gone.

They hurried outside. Tate, hanging on grimly, was running after the mower with great long strides, like a gazelle.

“I’d better take a turn,” muttered Abner, worried. He was the biggest, and if he couldn’t control it, what could they do? “Maybe we should put it in the shed for a while.”

But the mower did not seem to like this idea. It gave a sudden twist and hopped to the side just as Abner reached for it. Mowey took off again, faster than ever.

“We’ll block for you,” said Derek. “Celia, get on the other side. Get ready.… Get set.… Hut one! Hut two!”

The mower tried to scoot around Abner, but Derek chased it back. It tried to jump to the other side, but Celia was there, waving Mr. Bunny. And then it was too late for the mower to escape, because Abner grasped the handle.

It nearly slipped from his fingers, but he hung on somehow, leaping over Tate as she collapsed. At once he was off and mowing, his long legs taking the lawn mower’s speed in stride.

The others carried the pitcher of lemonade down to the shed and sat on the cement slab. They watched as Abner went round and round. Each time his legs seemed to be moving faster than before.

“It’s a good thing we never let you try it, Celia,” Tate said. She took a swallow from her glass.

“I barely made it.” Derek wiggled his toes in the grass. “My legs were starting to cramp.”

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