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Jack
, Annie and Peanut looked outside.
Snow was falling from a
gray sky.
The tree house was in the
tallest tree in a grove of tall, bare trees.
The grove was on a wide,
white plain. Beyond the plain were high, rocky cliffs.
"I'm c-cold,"
said Annie. Her teeth chattered. She wrapped her towel tightly around
her.
Sq-squeak. Peanut
sounded cold, too.
"Poor mouse,"
said Annie. "I'll put you into Jack's pack. You'll be warmer
there."
Annie slipped Peanut into
the pocket of the backpack.
"We have to go
home," said Jack. "We need warmer clothes."
"We can't go
home," said Annie. "We can't find the Pennsylvania book. Not
until our mission is complete. Remember? That's the way the magic
works."
"Oh...right,"
said Jack. He looked around. There was no sign of the Pennsylvania book
that always took them home.
Annie peered out the
window again. "Where are we, anyway?" she asked.
"I'll find out," said Jack. He picked up
the open book and read the title on the cover."Life in the Ice Age."
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