The big old willow tree was Kevin's "magic fort." Under its branches he could be a soldier in a tent—or he could climb high up and be a pirate in the crow's nest scanning the horizon for land, or an astronaut exploring outer space. But most of all, it was Kevin's own special private place.
So he wasn't happy when Mother said he had to take his little brother Joseph along, and he didn't like it at all when Joseph kept pestering him. "Where's the magic?" Joseph asked, and Kevin said crossly, "You have to make your own." But then something went wrong and the magic wasn't the same anymore.
Juanita's Havill's perceptive story of a big brother and a little one has been illustrated with sprightly charm by Linda Shute.
The big old willow tree was Kevin's "magic fort." Under its branches he could be a soldier in a tent—or he could climb high up and be a pirate in the crow's nest scanning the horizon for land, or an astronaut exploring outer space. But most of all, it was Kevin's own special private place.
So he wasn't happy when Mother said he had to take his little brother Joseph along, and he didn't like it at all when Joseph kept pestering him. "Where's the magic?" Joseph asked, and Kevin said crossly, "You have to make your own." But then something went wrong and the magic wasn't the same anymore.
Juanita's Havill's perceptive story of a big brother and a little one has been illustrated with sprightly charm by Linda Shute.