Wild Water Magic by Lynne Jonell

Author:Lynne Jonell [Jonell, Lynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-307-97470-9
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2014-07-21T16:00:00+00:00

“Wow, look at her go!” Derek said.

“Doesn’t she ever get tired?” said Celia.

“WAIT!” Abner shouted.

They caught up to Tate at the edge of town. She was riding her bike back and forth through a sprinkler on someone’s lawn.

The house’s front door opened. A bald man put his head out. “Hey, you! Get off my grass!”

Abner felt his face flushing red. “Come on, Tate!”

Tate swooped off the lawn. “Did you know that if you ride through a sprinkler with the sun at your back, you can see a rainbow? Isn’t water amazing?”

“Yeah, amazing,” said Abner glumly.

On the next block, Tate splashed her hands in someone’s birdbath. And on the block after that, she put on the brakes when she saw a kiddie pool in a yard.

“NO!” Abner tried to head her off.

“You don’t want to swim with toddlers,” Derek said. “No telling what they’ll do in the water.”

Tate looked suddenly wary. “Oh, right.”

Abner saw a row of willow trees ahead. He suddenly remembered that they lined the river where it went through town.

“This way!” He pointed firmly to the left.

They turned onto Main Street. When they rode past the hardware store, Abner was glad to see a dusty blue truck full of tools. He felt better knowing Mr. Wopter was nearby, just in case.

They were as thirsty as a desert. The small entry to the library had a drinking fountain, and everyone took a good, long drink. Tate turned the water on full force. The water squirted all over the floor.

Abner looked helplessly at Derek. He didn’t think he could yell at Tate in a library.

Oddly, it was Celia who knew what to do. She held out her hand to Tate. “Come on,” she said. “Don’t you want to pick out your books? Don’t you want to read them all and make the Quiz Team?”

“Yes,” said Tate, “but look at the way the water drops splash! Every one is different!”

“Books are even more different,” said Celia, and she tugged Tate into the library.

Abner watched the big double doors close behind his sisters. Then he turned to Derek. “Get some paper towels and mop this up, will you?”

“What are you going to do?” asked Derek.

“I’m going to the hardware store. Maybe Mr. Wopter will give us a ride home in his truck. That will keep Tate out of water trouble.”

“Brilliant,” said Derek with feeling.

Mr. Wopter was not at the hardware store. He had gone to the pie shop next door for something to eat.

“Sure, I’ll take you home,” he said. “Just let me finish my coffee, and I’ll swing by and load your bikes in the truck.”

When Abner got back to the library, Derek and Celia were stacking books in the bike baskets.

“Where’s Tate?” Abner asked.

Celia looked around. “She was here a minute ago.”

“TATE!” yelled Abner, cupping his hands around his mouth.

No one answered.

Derek cocked his head. “Do you hear water?”

Celia gasped.

“Oh, no,” said Abner. He suddenly remembered that the river ran some distance behind the library, through a park with trails—and over a cliff.

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