Here’swhatkidshavetosayto

MaryPopeOsborne,authorof

theMagicTreeHouseseries:

WOW!Youhaveanimaginationlikenoother.—AdamW.

Iloveyourbooks.Ifyoustopwritingbooks,itwillbelikelosing

abestfriend.—BenM.

IthinkyouaretherealMorganleFay.Thereisalwaysmagicin

yourbooks.—EricaY.

OnedayIwasreallyboredandIdidn’twanttoread…Ilooked

inyourbook.Ireadasentence,anditwasinteresting.SoIread

somemore,untilthebookwasdone.ItwassogoodIreadmore

andmore.Then I had readall of your books, andnow I hope

youwritelotsmore.—DanaiK.

Ialwaysread[yourbooks]overandover…1time,2times,3

times,4times…—YuanC.

Youaremybestauthorintheworld.Iloveyourbooks.Ireadall

thetime.Ireadeverywhere.Mymomislikefreakingout.—Ellen

C.

Ihopeyoumakethesebooksforallyoursandmine’slife.—Riki

H.

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Thank you for opening faraway places and times to my class

throughyourbooks.Theyhavegivenme thechance tobring in

additionalbooks,materials,andvideostosharewiththeclass.—

J.Cameron

Itexcitesmetoseehowinvolved[myfourth-gradereadingclass]

isinyourbooks…Iwoulddoanythingtogetmystudentsmore

involved,andthishasdoneit.—C.Rutz

I discovered your books last year…WOW!Our students have

gonecrazyoverthem.Ican’torderenoughcopies!…Thanksfor

contributingsomuchtochildren’sliterature!—C.Kendziora

I first cameacross yourMagicTreeHouse serieswhenmy son

broughtonehome…Ihavesinceintroducedthisgreatseriesto

my class. They have absolutely fallen in love with these

books!…Mystudentsarenowaskingmeformoreindependent

reading time to read them. Your stories have inspired evenmy

moststrugglingreaders.—M.Payne

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usethemasspringboardsforotherlearning.—R.Gale

Wehaveenjoyedyourbooksallyearlong.WecheckyourWeb

sitetofindnewinformation.Wepullourmapdowntofindthe

areaswheretheadventurestakeplace.Myclassalwayschimesin

atkeypartsofthestory.Itfeelsgoodtohearmystudentsaskfor

abookandcheerwhenanewbookcomesout.—J.Korinek

Our studentshave “MagicTreeHouse fever.” I can’t keepyour

booksonthelibraryshelf.—J.Rafferty

Your books truly invite children into the pleasure of reading.

Thanksforsuchterrificwork.—S.Smith

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House]booksinthelibrarysothattheywillbeabletofindthem

whentheyarereadytocheckthemout.—K.Mortensen

MyMagicTreeHousebooksareneveronthebookshelfbecause

they are always being read by my students. Thank you for

creatingsuchawonderfulseries.—K.Mahoney

DearReaders,

One snowy day in Connecticut, I wished I could escape to a

sunnyisland.Iwasfartoobusytotakeavacation,soItooka

tripinmyimagination.That’showIbeganworkingonthisbook

aboutHawaii.

Inmyresearch, I learnedthat the islandsofHawaiiareeven

morebeautifulthanIhadthought.Theybeganasvolcanoesthat

rosefromthesea.Overmillionsofyears,birdsandwindbrought

seedstothemassesofrock.IntheperfectclimateofthePacific,

trees, flowers, wildlife, and insects thrived. When people

discoveredtheislands,theywereamazedbythenaturalwonders

theysaw.

This isabig reasonwhy I lovebeinganauthor somuch.By

usingmyimagination,IcangoanywhereIwant.Icanescapethe

cold weather and feel the fresh, sweet-smelling air of beautiful

faraway islands. Wherever you are right now, whatever the

season, Ihopeyou’lluseyour imagination toescape toHawaii,

too.

Aloha!

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Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

1.AShip?

2.Aloha!

3.Sleepover

4.GardenParadise

5.GO!

6.Shake-up

7.RideforYourLives!

8.TheBigWave

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ChristmasinCamelot

ForMelandDana

One summer day in Frog Creek, Pennsylvania, a mysterious tree

houseappearedinthewoods.

Eight-year-oldJackandhisseven-year-oldsister,Annie,climbed

intothetreehouse.Theyfoundthatitwasfilledwithbooks.

JackandAnniesoondiscoveredthatthetreehousewasmagic.It

couldtakethemtotheplacesinthebooks.Alltheyhadtodowas

point to a picture andwish to go there.While they are gone, no

timeatallpassesinFrogCreek.

Along the way, Jack and Annie discovered that the tree house

belongstoMorganleFay.MorganisamagicallibrarianofCamelot,

thelong-agokingdomofKingArthur.Shetravelsthroughtimeand

space,gatheringbooks.

Jack andAnnie havemany exciting adventures helpingMorgan

and exploring different times and places. In Magic Tree House

Books#25–28,theylearntheartofmagic.…

JackandAnnieweresittingontheirporch,readingbooks.Jackwas

readingaboutgorillas.AnniewasreadingaboutPilgrims.

SuddenlyAnnieclosedherbook.Shelookedupintothesunset.

“Hey!”Anniesaidwithasmile.

Jacklookedoverather.

“It’sback!”shesaid,jumpingup.

“Oh, man,” breathed Jack. He knew she was talking about the

magictreehouse.Anniecouldalwaystellwhenitwasback.

Jackclosedhisbookandstoodup.

“We’re going to the woods!” he called through the screen door.

“There’ssomethingwehavetocheckon!”

“Bebackbeforedark!”theirmomsaid.

“Wewill!”saidJack.

Hepickeduphisbackpack.ThenheandAnnieheadedacross the

yard.Whentheygottothesidewalk,theystartedrunning.Theyran

uptheirstreetandintotheFrogCreekwoods.

Inthelastlightofday,theyhurriedbetweenthetrees.Finally,they

cametothetallestoak.Theyheldtheirbreathastheylookedup.

Themagictreehousewasback.

“Goodgoing,”saidJack.

“Thanks!”saidAnnie.

Shestarteduptheladder.Jackfollowed.Itwasnearlydarkinside.

Butthesun-driedwoodsmelledlikeasummerday.

“Whatkindofspecialmagicwillwelookforthistime?”saidJack.

They glanced around the tree house. They saw the scrolls they’d

broughtbackfromShakespeare’stheater.Theysawthetwigfromthe

mountain gorillas and the pouch of corn seeds from the first

Thanksgiving.

“There!”saidAnnie.Shepointedtoabookinthecorner.Apieceof

paperwasstickingoutofit.

Jackpickedupthebook.Thenhepulledoutthepaperandread:

DearJackandAnnie,

Good luck on your fourth journey to find a specialmagic. This secret

rhymewillguideyou:

Tofindaspecialmagic,

buildaspecialkindofship

thatridesthewaves,

bothhighandlow,

oneverykindoftrip.

Thankyou,

Morgan

JacklookedatAnnie.

“Aship?”hesaid.

Sheshrugged.“Yep.Iguesswehavetobuildaship.Wheredowe

gotobuildit?”

She and Jack looked at the book’s cover. It showedpalm trees, a

beach,andabeautifulocean.Thetitlewas:

AVISITTOOLDHAWAII

“Oh,wow!”saidAnnie.“IloveHawaii!”

“Howdoyouknowyouloveit?”Jackasked.“We’veneverbeento

Hawaii.”

“Well,we’regoingnow!”saidAnnie.Shepointedatthecover.“We

wishwecouldgothere!”

Thewindstartedtoblow.

Thetreehousestartedtospin.

Itspunfasterandfaster.

Theneverythingwasstill.

Absolutelystill.

Jack opened his eyes. A gentle wind brushed against his skin. It

smelledsweetandfresh.

Annielookedoutthewindow.“Nice!”shesaid.

Jack looked out, too. The tree house had landed on top of a tall

palmtree.Thepalmtreewasattheedgeofaflowerymeadow.

Ononesideofthemeadow,acliffdroppeddowntothebeachand

ocean.Ontheothersideofthemeadowweretherooftopsofasmall

village.

Beyondthevillageweretallgraymountains.Mistycloudshidtheir

peaks.Waterfallsgusheddowntheirsides.

“ItoldyouIlovedHawaii!”saidAnnie.“Don’tyou?”

“Ihavetolearnaboutitfirst,”saidJack.Hepushedhisglassesinto

placeandopenedtheirresearchbook.Hereadaloud:

Hawaii is a chain of islands in the Pacific Ocean. The largest island is

Hawaii,whichgivesitsnametothewholegroup.Theislandswereformed

millions of years ago by volcanoes. The volcanoes erupted under the

ocean.Overtime,theircratersroseabovethewater.

“Wow,”saidAnnie.“We’reonthetopofavolcano.”

“Yeah,”saidJack.Hereadon:

The volcanic rock crumbled and turned to soil. Over millions of years,

wind andbirds dropped seeds on the islands. Plants and trees began to

grow,andbirdsandinsectsmadetheirhomes.

“Cool,”saidJack.Hetookouthisnotebookandpencilandwrote:

Hereadsomemore:

Abouttwothousandyearsago,peoplefirstcametoHawaii.Theycamein

canoes from other islands in the Pacific. They rowed for thousands of

milesacrosstheocean,guidedonlybythewindandstars.

“Hey,listen,”saidAnnie.

Jackputdownthebookandlistened.Soundsofmusicandlaughter

floatedonthebreeze.

“Theremustbeapartyinthatvillage,”saidAnnie.“Let’sgo.”

“Whataboutbuildingthatship?”askedJack.

“We’llfigurethatoutlater,”saidAnnie.“Let’smeetsomepeopleat

theparty.Maybetheycanhelpus.”

Shestarteddowntheladder.

Jackheardawhoopoflaughterinthedistance.Thepartydoessound

fun,hethought.HepackeduphisthingsandfollowedAnniedownto

theground.

The sun was low in the sky. They walked through the meadow

towardthevillage.Everythingwasbathedinagoldenredglow.

“Oh,man,”breathedJack.

There was beauty everywhere: purple flowers shaped like bells,

white flowers that looked like stars, tall, feathery ferns, green spiky

plants,bigorange-and-blackbutterflies,andtinyyellowbirds.

When they got close to the village, they saw an open area filled

withpeople.JackandAnnieslippedbehindapalmtree.Theypeeked

outattheparty.

Therewereaboutfiftypeople,includinggrown-ups,teenagers,and

littlekids.Theywereallbarefootandworewreathsofflowersaround

theirnecks.

A womanwas chanting. Her words rose and fell like waves. She

chantedaboutavolcanogoddessnamedPele.

Whileshechanted,otherpeopleplayedmusic.Someblewonpipes

that looked like flutes. Others shook gourds that sounded like baby

rattles.Somehitstickstogethertomakeclickingsounds.

Mostofthevillagersweredancingtothemusic.Theysteppedfrom

sidetoside.Theyswayedtheirhipsandwavedtheirhands.

“They’redoingthehula,”whisperedAnnie.Shesmiledandwaved

herhands,too.

“Don’tgetcarriedaway,”whisperedJack.

HetookouttheirbookandfoundapictureofHawaiiansdancing.

Heread:

TheearlyHawaiianshadnowrittenlanguage.Theytoldstorieswithhula

dancing.Thehulaisablendofdancingandchantingpoetry.

Jackpulledouthisnotebook.HestartedalistaboutearlyHawaii:

Suddenly Jack heard loud laughter and clapping. He looked up.

Anniewasgone!

Jack peeked out from behind the tree. Anniewas doing the hula

withthedancers!Butnooneseemedsurprised.Everyonejustsmiled

atherastheykeptdancing.

AgirlcaughtsightofJack.ShelookedaboutAnnie’sage.Shehad

long,shinyblackhairandabig,friendlysmile.

“Comedothehula!”shecalledtohim.

“Noway,”Jackbreathed.

Heslippedbehind the treeagain.But thegirldancedover tohim

andtookhishand.

“Joinus!”shesaid.

“Nothanks,”saidJack.

Thegirldidn’tletgo.ShepulledJackintotheopen.Themusicgot

louder.ThedancersandmusiciansnoddedandsmiledatJack.

Jack stood still.Hedidn’tknowhow todoany kindof dance, let

alone thehula!Hestaredat theground,clutchinghisbackpackand

notebookuntilthemusicanddancingended.

The Hawaiians gathered around Jack and Annie. They all had

friendly,openfaces.

“Whoareyou?”theyounggirlasked.

“I’mAnnie,”saidAnnie.“Thisismybrother,Jack.”

“I’mKama,”thegirlsaid.“Thisismybrother,Boka.”Shepointedto

aboyinthecrowdwholookedaboutJack’sage.

Theboysteppedforward.Hegrinnedabiggrinjustlikehissister’s.

Hepulledoffhiswreathofredfluffyflowers.HeputitaroundAnnie’s

neck.

“Aleitowelcomeyou,”Bokasaid.

KamathenpulledoffherleiandputitaroundJack’sneck.

“Aloha,JackandAnnie!”everyonesaid.

“Aloha,”saidJackandAnnie.

“Wheredidyoucomefrom?”aprettywomanasked.

“Frog—”Anniestarted.

ButJackbrokein.“Fromoverthemountains,”hesaidquickly.He

pointedatthemountainsloominginthedistance.

“Wearegladyouhavecometovisitus,”thewomansaid.

Everyonesmiledandnodded.

They’reallamazinglynice,Jackthought.

The music started again. As people began to dance, Kama took

Annie’shand.

“Sitandtalkwithus,”shesaid.

SheandBokaledJackandAnnietotheedgeoftheclearing.They

sat cross-legged in the grass. Kama picked up a wooden bowl. She

helditout.

“Pleaseeat,”shesaid.

“Whatisit?”askedAnnie.

“It ispoi,” saidKama. She scooped somepoi out of thebowl and

lickeditoffofherfingers.

“You eat it with your hands? Cool,” said Annie. She stuck her

fingersinthebowlandlickedoffthepoi.“Mmm…good.”

Jackstuckhis finger in thebowl, too.Thegooeymixture felt like

peanutbutter.Butwhenhelickeditoffhisfinger,ithadaweirdtaste

—bothbitterandsweet.

“Hmm,”hesaid,buthemadeaface.

“Hedoesn’tlikeit,”KamasaidtoBoka.

“No,no,”saidJack.“It’s…”Hetriedtothinkofsomethingpolite.

…“It’sveryinteresting.”

KamaandBokagiggled.Then theystuck their fingers in thebowl

andatesomepoi.

“Interesting!”theyexclaimed.Theycrackeduplaughing.Jackand

Annielaughedwiththem.

“Now tell us about your home over the mountains,” said Kama,

“thisplaceyoucall‘Frog.’”

Kama’sfriendlysmilemadeJackwanttotellherthetruth.

“It’sactuallycalledFrogCreek,”hesaid.“It’sveryfaraway—much

fartherthanjustoverthemountains.Wetraveledhereinamagictree

house.”

Kama’s andBoka’s eyes gothuge.They smiled evenbigger smiles

thanbefore.

“Thatsoundsfun!”saidKama.

“Youaresolucky!”saidBoka.

JackandAnnielaughed.

“Yeah, we are,” said Jack. He felt great telling their new friends

about the tree house.He andAnnie had never talked about itwith

theirfriendsbackhome.

“Canyoustayheretonight?”askedKama.

Jackshrugged.“Sure,wecanstayatleastonenight,”hesaid.

Kamahurriedovertotheprettywoman.Theyspoketogetherfora

moment.ThenKamareturnedtoJackandAnnie.

“Ourmotherinvitesyoutosleepatourhouse,”shesaid.

“Great,”saidAnnie.“Thanks.”

JackandAnniestoodup.Inthegraytwilight,theyfollowedKama

and Boka through the village. They wove between small huts with

steeproofsuntilKamastoppedinfrontofone.

“Thisisourhouse,”shesaid.

The hut had no door—just awide entrance that opened into one

largeroom.

KamaandBoka led Jack andAnnie inside. In thedim light, Jack

could barely see the dried-grasswalls and thewoven-grassmats on

thedirtfloor.

“Wheredowesleep?”heasked.

“Here!”saidBoka.

HeandKama laydownon themats.Anniepulledoffher lei and

shoes.Thenshelaydown,too.

“Oh,”saidJack.“Okay.”

Hetookoffhisshoesandwreathofflowers.Heusedhisbackpack

asapillowwhenhelaydown.Thewarmwindrustledthepalmleaves

outside.Musicdriftedinfromtheparty.

“Theoceaniscalling,”saidKama.

Jackcouldbarelyhearthewavesinthedistance.

“Tomorrowwewilltakeyouwaveriding,”saidBoka.

“Youmeansurfing?”saidAnnie.

“Yes,”saidKama.

“Cool,”saidJack.Buthewasn’tsurehemeant it.Surfingactually

seemedprettyscary.

Kamaseemedtohearhisthoughts.“Don’tworry,”shesaid.“We’ll

havefun.”

“Nokidding,”saidAnnie.

SoonJackheardsteadybreathing.Theotherkidshadfallenasleep.

Oh darn,we forgot to ask them about building a ship, he thought. I

guesswe’llhavetodothattomorrow.…

Jackclosedhiseyesandyawned.Soonhe,too,wasfastasleep.

Jack heard pounding noises. He imagined Boka and Kama were

buildingaship.

Heopenedhiseyes.OnlyheandAnniewerestillinthehut.Apiece

ofclothcoveredthedoorway.JacksatupandshookAnnie.

“Wakeup!”hesaid.

Sheopenedhereyes.

“Ithinkthey’rebuildingashipoutside,”saidJack.“Comeon,let’s

go.”

Anniejumpedup.

“Don’tforgetyourlei,”shesaid.

They put on their flower wreaths. Jack lifted the cloth over the

doorway,andtheysteppedoutintothewarmsunlight.

Boka,Kama,andtheirparentssmiledatJackandAnnie.Theywere

allworking.Butnoonewasbuildingaship.

Bokawaspoundingawidestripofbarkwithawoodenclub.Kama

was using a stone to pound something that looked like a fat sweet

potato.Theirparentswereweavinggrassmats.

“Whatareyoumaking?”Jackasked.

“I’mmakingtapa,”saidBoka.“FirstIbeatthebarkofthemulberry

tree into thin sheets. Then my father pastes the sheets together to

makeclothforus.”

“This is the root of a taro plant,” said Kama. She pointed at the

squashedwhitevegetable.“Whenyouaddfruittoit,yougetpoi.”

“Great,”saidJack.“Bytheway,doyoueverbuildships?”

“Ships?”askedBoka.“Whatfor?”

Jackshrugged.“Tosailaway?”hesaid.

“Whywouldwedothat?”askedKama.

“Goodquestion,”saidJack,smiling.

“CanIhelp?”AnnieaskedKama.

“Sure,”saidKama.WhilesheshowedAnniehowtopoundthetaro

root,Jackslippedbackintothehut.Hepulledouthisnotebookand

quicklyaddedtohisHawaiilist:

JackheardKamaaskherparentsiftheycouldplaynow.

“We’ve finished our chores,” said Kama. “May we take Jack and

Annietotheocean?”

“Forwaveriding,”saidBoka.

Jackheldhisbreath.Hehalfhopedtheirparentswouldsayno.

“Yes,gohaveagoodtimewithyourfriends,”saidtheirfather.

“Comeon,Jack!”Anniecalled.

Jackputhisnotebookaway.Hepulledonhispackandjoinedthe

othersoutside.

“We’llbebackinalittlewhile,”saidKama.

“Don’tforgettoeatbreakfast!”saidhermother.

“Wewon’t,”saidKama.

Wherewillwegetbreakfast?wonderedJack.

HeandAnniefollowedKamaandBoka.Theypassedvillagershard

atwork.Somecarriedfirewoodorwater.Otherswerecuttinggrassor

strippingbarkfromtrees.Everyonesmiledandwaved.

“Hungry?”KamaaskedJackandAnnie.

“Sure,”theysaid.

KamaandBokawent into thegroveofpalmsnear thehuts.They

climbed up two slanting tree trunks, using their hands and feet to

pushthemselvesup.Atthetop,theyshookthepalmleaves.

“Watchout!”Kamashouted.

Jack and Annie jumped back as big, round coconuts fell to the

ground.

KamaandBokasliddownthetrees.Theyeachpickedupacoconut.

Then they found rocks and began to whack the hard shells. They

whackedandwhackeduntiltheircoconutscrackedintohalves.

KamasharedherswithAnnie.BokasharedhiswithJack.

Jack drank the fresh, sweetmilk inside the coconut. “Mmm!” he

said.

“Interesting?”askedBoka.

“No.Mmmmeansgood!”saidJack.

Everyonelaughed.

ThenKamapickedbananasoffabananatreeandgavethemtoJack

andAnnie. Jack peeled his and took a bite. Itwas the best banana

he’devereaten.

Whenbreakfastwasover,theyallheadedintotheflowerymeadow.

The skywas the bluest blue Jack had ever seen. The grasswas the

greenestgreen.Theflowersandbirdssparkledlikejewels.

Hawaiiislikeagardenparadise,Jackthought.

Hewanted to lookupHawaiianbirdsand flowers in the research

book.Astheotherskeptwalking,hestoppedandpulledoutthebook.

“Jack!Comelook!”Annieshouted.Shewasstandingattheedgeof

acliffwithBokaandKama.

Jackputawaythebookandhurriedto join theothers.He looked

downatabeachfiftyfeetbelow.

There were no people. Only seashells and seaweed lay on the

glisteningwhitesand.Big,foamywavescrashedagainsttheshore.

“Wow!”saidAnnie.

Uh-oh,thoughtJack.

BokalookedatJackandgrinned.

“Ready?”heasked.

“I’mready!”saidAnnie.“Wheredowegetoursurfboards?”

“Downthere,” saidKama.Shepointed toa rockypath that led to

thebeach.

“Let’sgo,”saidAnnie.

Annie, Boka, and Kama started down the path. Jack followed,

movingslowlyandcarefully.

Whenhesteppedontothebeach,Jackslippedoffhisshoes.Hedug

histoesintothedry,warmsand.Itfeltassoftassilk.

“Actually,Iwouldn’tmindjusttakingawalkonthebeach,”hesaid

totheothers.

Butnooneseemedtohear.Theyhadallwalkedover toarowof

woodensurfboardsproppedagainsttherocks.

BokapickedoutalongboardandluggeditovertoJack.“Foryou,”

hesaid.

Jacktooktheboardandlookedupatit.Itwasastallashisdad.

“Isn’tthisalittlebigforme?”heasked.

Boka shook his head. He chose a board for Annie. Then he and

Kamagrabbedacoupleforthemselves.

Jacktookadeepbreath.“I’dliketoreadalittleaboutsurfingfirst,”

hesaid.Heputhisboarddownandpulledouttheresearchbook.

“Whatisthat?”askedKama.

“It’sabook,”saidJack.“Ittellsyouaboutthings.”

“Howdoesittalk?”saidKama.

“Itdoesn’ttalk,”saidAnnie.“Youreadit.”

Kamalookedconfused.

“Jack, forget thebooknow,”Annie said. “Let’s justdowhatBoka

andKamatellus.”Sheheadedfortheocean,luggingherboard.

Jack sighedandput thebookaway.He lefthis pack in the sand,

pickeduphisboard,andfollowedtheothers.

Theyallstoppedattheedgeofthewater.

“Firstweneed togetpast thebreakingwaves,” saidKama.“Then

we’llshowyouwhattodonext.”

Togethertheywadedintothecool,shallowwater.Thewavesdon’t

seemallthatbig,Jackthoughthopefully.

Butashewadeddeeperintotheocean,thebreakingwavesbegan

to lookbiggerandbigger.Whenthe firstwavehithim,Jack leaned

againstit,liftinghisboard.Henearlyfellover.

Kama, Boka, and Annie moved farther out into the ocean. Jack

watched as a wave loomed over them. They all threw their boards

overthewaveanddoveintoit.

Jackstruggledforward.Thenexttimeabigwavecametowardhim,

he threw his board over it. Holding his glasses tightly, he ducked

under.

WhenJack stoodupagain,hewiped thewater fromhiseyesand

glasses. His surfboard was close by. He grabbed it before another

wavecame.

Jackkeptfightinghiswayforward.Bythetimehegotpastallthe

breakers,thewaterwasuptohischest.

“We’llpaddleouttocatchabigwave!”saidBoka.

Jackfrowned.“But—”

“Don’tworry,Jack,”saidKama.“Itwillbefun!”

Boka andKamapulled themselves onto their boards. They lay on

theirbelliesandbeganpaddlingwiththeirhandsouttosea.

Jack andAnnie lay down on their boards, too. Paddling over the

gentlewaves,Jackrelaxed.Now, thiswassomethinghecoulddoall

day.

“WhenIsaygo,paddlefastbacktowardtheshore!”saidKama.

“Whendowestandup?”saidAnnie.

“Whenyoustarttowardtheshore!”saidBoka.“Standupwithone

footforward.Stretchoutyourarmstokeepyourbalance!”

“Butdon’ttrytostanduptheveryfirsttime!”saidKama.“Justride

yourboardonyourbelly!”

“Iseeonecomingnow!”saidBoka.

“Wait,wait!”saidJack.Everythingwashappeningtoofast.Hehad

questions.

“Go!”Kamashouted.

Jacksawabigwaverollingtowardthem.Beforeheknewit,Boka,

Kama, and Annie were paddling quickly toward the shore. Jack

paddledlikecrazytokeepup.

Suddenlythewaveliftedhimandswepthimforward!Jackzoomed

towardtheshorewithamazingspeed.Outofthecornerofhiseye,he

sawBokaandKama—andAnnie!—allstandingup.

Jackwantedtobelikethem.Inaflash,hewentuponhisknees.He

puthis left foot forwardandstoodup!Foronesecondhe felt likea

soaringbird—thenhelosthisbalance!

Jackfellintothewater,grabbinghisglassesjustintime.Thewave

crasheddownontopofhim!Waterfilledhismouthandwentuphis

nose.Hisboardandhisleiweresweptaway.

Jack twisted and turned in the churning water. When his head

bobbedupabovethewater,hechokedandcoughed.

Anotherbigwavecrasheddownonhim,andhewentunderagain.

Whenhe cameup,heplunged forward,desperately trying to get to

shore.

Againandagain,Jackwasthrowndownandslammedbybreaking

waves.Buteachtime,hegotupandhurledhimselfclosertoshore.

Finally,Jackdraggedhimselfoutoftheocean.Feelingbruisedand

battered,hefellontothesand.

“Jack!”criedAnnie.Sherantohim.“Areyouokay?”

Jackjustnodded.Heputonhiswetglasses.Hefeltshakyandmad

athimself.Inevershouldhavetriedtostand!hethought.

Kama picked up Jack’s surfboard from the shallow water and

broughtitovertohim.

“Itoldyounottostand,”shesaid,laughing.“Youfellhard.”

It’snotfunny,thoughtJack.Inearlydrowned!

“Thebestthingtodoistogorightbackout,”saidBoka.

“Yougo,”saidJack.Hiseyesandnoseburnedfromthesaltwater.

“I’llstayhere.”Hewalkedovertohispack,pickeditup,andtookout

theresearchbook.

“Comeon,Jack!”saidAnnie.“Tryitagain!Stayonyourbellythis

time!”

“No,thistimeI’mgoingtoreadaboutsurfingfirst,”hesaid.

“Aw,youshouldjusttryitagain,”saidAnnie.“Notreadaboutit!”

Sherantohimandpulledthebookoutofhishands.Jackjerkedit

awayfromher.Heslippedandfellontothesand.

KamaandBokalaughedagain.

“Whyareyoulaughing?”Jacksnapped.“Youdon’tevenknowhow

toread!”

BokaandKamalookedhurt.

“Jack!”saidAnnie.“Thatwasmean.Sayyou’resorry.”

Jackopenedhis bookandpretended to read it.Hedid feel sorry,

buthewastooupsettosayso.

“Fine, stay here,” said Annie. She went back to Boka and Kama.

“Let’sgo.”

As Jack sat alone on the beach, he looked up from his book. He

watchedtheotherkidspaddlingthroughthewater.

“I don’t care,” he muttered. “I’m never going back out in those

waves.”

Morgandidn’tsendusheretosurfanyway,hethought.Shetoldusto

buildaship.Buthowtheheckarewesupposedtodothat?

Jack heaved an angry sigh. Now he was cross with Morgan. He

turnedtothebackofthebookandsearchedtheindexfor“ship.”

SuddenlyJackheardarumblingfromunderthesand.Theground

startedtoshake.Itshooksohard,thebookflewoutofJack’shands!

Jackbouncedupanddownon thebeach.Shellswere jumpingup

anddown,too.Rockstumbleddownfromthecliff.

It’sanearthquake!thoughtJack.

Therumblingstopped.

Theshakingstopped.

Jack looked around. Everything was normal again, except some

rocksrolledaroundatthebottomofthecliff.

Jack looked out to sea. Kama, Boka, and Annie were past the

breakers.Theyweresittingontheirsurfboards,laughingandtalking.

Everything seemed okay. But Jack felt sure that something was

wrong. He grabbed the Hawaii book from the sand. He looked up

“earthquake.”Heread:

Earthquakes in Hawaii have been known to cause tsunamis (soo-NAH-

meez),which used to be called “tidalwaves.” An earthquake can cause

wateroutatseatobesetinmotion.Thewatergrowshigherandhigheras

it moves toward land. Just before the tsunami strikes, water may pull

awayfromtheshore.Thenitreturnsinagiganticwavethatcrashesover

thelandandwasheseverythingaway.

Oh,man!thoughtJack.Atsunamimightbecoming!

Jackhadtofindoutmoreabouttsunamisquickly.Hereadasfastas

hecould:

Atsunamicanstrikeafewhours—orafewminutes!—afteranearthquake.

It depends on the strength of the earthquake and where it took place.

Afterearthquakes,itissafestforislanderstoseekhigherground.

We have to get to higher ground now! thought Jack, dropping the

book.

Herandowntotheedgeoftheocean.Boka,Kama,andAnniewere

stillpaddlingoutbeyondthewaves.Jackforgotallabouttheirfight.

“Hey,youguys!”heyelled.

Theydidn’thearhim.

Jack went into the shallow water. “Hey, you guys!” he yelled.

“Comeback!”

Theystilldidn’thearhim.

Jack ran to his surfboard, grabbed it, and ran into the ocean.He

foughtthebreakingwaves.Oncehewaspastthem,hethrewhimself

onhisboardandpaddledwildly.

Thewave swells grew as he paddled.He could hardly seeAnnie,

Boka, or Kama over them. Jack paddled faster and faster, trying to

reachthem.

“Hey!”heyelled.“Hey!”

Bokalookedbackathim.HegaveJackafriendlywave,thenturned

awayagain.

I have to get them to come tome! Jack thought frantically. “HELP!

HELP!”heyelledatthetopofhislungs.

The three kids jerked around. They paddled quickly toward Jack

withworriedfaces.

“What’s wrong?” Annie cried when they got closer. “Are you in

trouble?”

“Weallare!”saidJack.“Atsunamimightbecoming!Therewasan

earthquakewhenIwasonthebeach!”

“We’dbetterrideinfast!”saidBoka.

“Stayonyourbellies!”saidKama.“It’ssafer!”

“Herecomesawave!”criedBoka.

Theyallstartedpaddling.

The swell of the wave picked them up. They were all swept

forward!

Jack gripped the sides of his board as he zoomed alongwith the

others. Suddenlyhedroppeddownas thewave curledunder. It felt

likearollercoaster!Buthestayedonhisboardas thewavecarried

himtoshore.

Jack rolled off into the shallowwater. He snatched up his board

andranontothesand.BokaandKamawerewaiting.

“Goodriding,Jack!”saidBoka.

“Where’sAnnie?”askedJack.

Bokapointed.Anniewasintheshallowwater,pullingherboardin.

Astheywatched,somethingveryweirdbegantohappentotheocean.

ThewateraroundAnniestartedtopullaway.

“Run,Annie!”Jackscreamed.

The water drew away from the beach, and a loud hissing sound

camefromthesea.

Suddenlyfishfloppedonthebaresand!

Anniethrewdownherboardandran.ShegrabbedJack’shandas

sheranbyhim.JackgrabbedBoka’shand,andBokagrabbedKama’s

hand.Theyallrantogether,pullingeachotheralongastheyracedto

thecliff.

BokaandKamaranupthecliffpath.JackandAnniegrabbedtheir

shoesandJack’spack.Thentheyscrambledupthepath,too.

Atthetopofthecliff,everyonelookedback.Jackcouldn’tbelieve

hiseyes!

A wave was rising up like a dark mountain of water. It came

surgingtowardtheshore,growingeventaller!

“Wow,”whisperedAnnie.

“Getback!”shoutedBoka.

Thefourofthemboltedbackfromtheedgeoftherockyslope.The

mountainofwater crashedagainst the cliff.Water sprayedover the

topoftherocksandraineddownonthem.

Whenthewaterrolledbackoverthecliff,theyallhurriedbackto

theedgetoseewhathadhappened.

Therockycliffpathwasgone.Thegiganticwavewasmovingback

outtosea,takingrocks,sand,seaweed,seashells,andthesurfboards

withit.

“Scary,”breathedAnnie.

“Yeah,”saidJack.“Wejustmadeit.”

“Boka!Kama!”voicesyelled.

They turned around. Jack saw Boka and Kama’s parents racing

acrossthemeadowtowardthem.Othervillagersfollowed.

ThetwoHawaiiankidsranintotheirparents’arms.SoonJackand

Annie were surrounded by villagers. Everyone was laughing and

cryingandhuggingeachother.

JackhuggedAnnie.HehuggedKamaandBokaandtheirparents—

andlotsofotherpeoplehedidn’tevenknow.

Finally,thehuggingandcryingandlaughingdieddown.Thevillagers

startedwalkingbacktotheirhuts.

JackandAnniefollowedBoka,Kama,andtheirparents.

“We felt the ground shaking,” said Boka and Kama’s father. “We

knewabigwavemightfollow!”

“Jacksavedus!”saidBoka.“Hereadinabookandfoundoutabout

thebigwaves.”

“What’sabook?”askedhismother.

“Showthem,”AnniesaidtoJack.

Jackreachedintohispackandtookouttheirresearchbook.

“It tellsabout thebigwaves inhere,”he said. “Booksgive lotsof

information.”

“Ah,”saidBokaandKama’smother.“Abookisagoodthing.”

“Bookstellstories,too,”saidAnnie.

“Thatisimpossible,”saidKama.“Thebookcannotmoveitsfeetor

waveitshands.Itcannotsingorchant.”

“That’strue,”saidJack,smiling.

“Nowweshoulddothehula,”BokasaidtoAnnie,Kama,andJack,

“andtellourstory.”

“I’llwatch,”saidJack,steppingaway.

BokaandKama’sfathercalledformusic.

The villagers gathered around. A man started to play a pipe. A

teenageboyknockedtwostickstogether.Somewomenbeganshaking

rattles.

Boka, Kama, and Annie waved their hands in time to the music.

Theysteppedfromsidetoside.Theyswayedtheirhips.

Kamachantedaboutgoingoutintothewater.She,Boka,andAnnie

wavedtheirhandstoshowhowtheypaddledouttosea.

Kama chanted about how Jack had warned them. She and the

otherswavedtheirhandstoshowhowtheyrodetheirsurfboardsto

shore.

ThenJacksurprisedhimself.Hewavedhishandstoshowhowhe

rodehissurfboardlikeabirdsoaringthroughtheair.Thenextthing

heknew,hewassteppingfromsidetoside.Hewasswayinghiships.

Hewasdoingthehula!

Kamachantedabouthowthewaterhadpulledawayfromtheshore

—andhowtheyhadclimbedtosafety—andhowthegiantwavehad

crashedagainstthecliff.

AsKamachantedthestory,allthevillagersjoinedinthedance.The

tallgrassesswayed.Thepalmtreesswayed.Andallthehuladancers

swayed,too.

Whenthestoryended,everyoneclapped.

“Thanksforhelpingus,”BokasaidtoJackandAnnie.

“We’reagoodteam,”saidAnnie.

“Wearebestfriends,”saidKama.

“Yeah,”saidJack.“I’msorryIsaidmeanthings.”

“We’resorrywelaughedatyou,”saidBoka.

“I’msorryIgrabbedthebook,”saidAnnie.

“Ourmother says friendship is like riding thewaves,” saidKama.

“Sometimes you ride low, gentle waves. Sometimes you ride high,

roughones.”

Anniegasped.ShelookedatJack.SherepeatedMorgan’srhyme:

Tofindaspecialmagic,

buildaspecialkindofship

thatridesthewaves,

bothhighandlow,

oneverykindoftrip.

“Friendship!That’stheship!”saidJack.

“Andwebuiltit!”saidAnnie.

SheandJackburstoutlaughing.

BokaandKamalookedalittleconfused,buttheylaughed,too.

“Wehave togoback toourownhomenow,”Annie said toBoka

andKama.

“It’stimetosaygood-bye,”saidJack.

“Weneversaygood-bye,”saidKama.“Wesayalohawhenwegreet

ourfriends.Andwesayalohawhenweleavethem.”

“Friendsarealways together,”saidBoka,“evenwhentheyare far

apart.”

“Haveagoodjourneyinyourmagictreehouse,”saidKama.

“Thanks,” said Jack and Annie. They waved to all the villagers.

“Aloha!”

“Aloha!”everyonecalledback.

Then Annie and Jack started through the meadow. Tiny yellow

birdsandorange-and-blackbutterfliesflittedaboutthem.

Attheedgeofthemeadow,theycametothegroveofpalmtrees.

Theyclimbeduptheropeladderintothetreehouse.

Outthewindow,Jacksawthetallmountains,thesmallvillage,the

flowerymeadow,andtheocean.Thewaterwaspeacefulagain.

“Istillhavemylei,”saidAnnie.

Shetookitoff.Thoughtheredflowerswerewet,theywerestilla

littlefluffy.

“It’sproofthatwefoundthespecialmagic,”saidJack.“Themagic

offriendship.”

Annieputtheleionthefloornexttotheplayscrolls,thetwig,and

thecornseeds.ThenshepickedupthePennsylvaniabook.

“Ready?”sheasked.

Jacksighed.“IloveHawaii,”hesaid.

“Finally,youadmit it,”saidAnnie.Shepointedatapictureof the

FrogCreekwoods.“Iwishwecouldgohomenow.”

Thewindstartedtoblow.

Thetreehousestartedtospin.

Itspunfasterandfaster.

Theneverythingwasstill.

Absolutelystill.

Jackopenedhiseyes.

Thesunwassettingbeyondthewoods.Notimeatallhadpassedin

FrogCreek.

“Welcomeback,”saidasoft,lovelyvoice.

MorganleFaywasinthemagictreehouse.

“Morgan!”criedAnnie.Shethrewherarmsaroundtheenchantress.

JackhuggedMorgan,too.

“Look,Morgan,”saidAnnie.“Wehaveproofwefoundfourspecial

kindsofmagic!”

“Yes,Isee,”saidMorgan.

MorganpickeduptheplayscrollsthatShakespearehadgivenJack

andAnnieinoldEngland.

“Youfoundthemagicoftheater,”shesaid.

MorganpickedupthetwigfromamountaingorillaintheAfrican

cloudforest.

“Andthemagicofanimals,”shesaid.

Morgan picked up the pouch of corn seeds from their trip to the

firstThanksgiving.

“Andthemagicofcommunity,”shesaid.

Finally,Morgan picked up the wreath of flowers from Kama and

Boka.

“Andyoudiscoveredthemagicoffriendship,”shesaid.

Morgan looked at Jack and Annie for a long moment. “Listen

carefullytowhatI’mabouttotellyou,”shesaid.

“Yes?”Theybothleanedforward.

“You are nowMagicians of EverydayMagic,” said Morgan. “You

havelearnedtofindthemagicinthingsyouencounteronearthevery

day.Therearemanyotherformsofeverydaymagic.Youneverhave

tolookfartofindit.Youonlyhavetoliveyourlifetothefullest.”

JackandAnnienodded.

Soonyouwill be calledupon touse your knowledgeof Everyday

Magicintherealmoffantasy.”

“Therealmoffantasy?”saidJack.

“ArewegoingbacktoCamelot?”saidAnnie.

Before Morgan could answer, a shout came from the distance.

“Jack!Annie!”

“Ourdad’scalling,”saidAnnie.

“You must go home now,” said Morgan gently. “Rest—and get

ready to test your powers. Yourmost exciting challenges are yet to

come.”

“Good-bye,Morgan,”saidAnnieandJack.

Theyhuggedtheenchantress.ThenJacktooktheHawaiibookout

of his pack and gave it to Morgan. He put on his backpack and

followedAnniedowntheladder.

Whentheysteppedontotheground, therewasagreatroarabove

them.JackandAnnielookedup.Aswirlofsparklinglightlitthetop

ofthetree.

Thenthe lightwasgone.Thetreehousewasgone.MorganleFay

wasgone,too.

JackandAnniedidn’t speak for a longmoment.ThenJackbroke

thesilence.

“Ourmostexcitingchallengesareyettocome?”hesaid.“Whatdo

youthinkMorganmeantbythat?”

“Idon’tknow,”saidAnnie.

“Itsoundsalittlescary,”saidJack

“That’s okay. We can handle it,” said Annie. She smiled. “We’re

MagiciansofEverydayMagic.”

Jacksmiled.“Yeah,”hesaid.“Iguessweare.”

Theywalked out of the woods as the sunwas setting. Down the

street theirmom and dadwere standing on their front porch. They

wavedatJackandAnnie.

Jackfeltasurgeofhappiness.There’sanotherkindofeverydaymagic,

hethought,themagicoffamily.

Inthatmoment,itseemedthebestmagicofall.

MOREFACTSFOR

JACKANDANNIEANDYOU!

Tsunamiswereoncecalled“tidalwaves.”Scientistsnolongercall

themthatbecausethewaveshavenothingtodowithtides.

ThePacificTsunamiWarningSystemalertsthepublicofearthquakesor

otherdisturbancesthattakeplaceatsea.Itputsoutwarningsonradio

andTV.Sirensmayalsosoundwarnings.Thewarningsalertpeopleto

stayawayfrombeachesandmovetohigherground.

WhenthefirstPolynesiansarrivedintheHawaiianislands1,500

yearsago,theybroughtthecustomofridingsurfboardswiththem.

AccordingtooneancientHawaiianlegend,huladancingbeganwhen

Pele,thegoddessofvolcanoes,toldheryoungersister,Laka,todance.

Lakaisnowknownasthegoddessofsonganddanceandasthe

patronessofhuladancers.Today,thehulaisstudiedandpracticedby

peoplefrommanydifferentcultures.

BecauseofHawaii’sisolation,manyofitsplantsandbirdsandinsects

arefoundnowhereelseonearth.Sadly,manyofthemtodayareon

theU.S.endangeredspecieslist.

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(AMerlinMission)

ChristmasinCamelot

Availablenow!

Excerptcopyright©1993byMaryPopeOsborne.

PublishedbyRandomHouseChildren’sBooks,

adivisionofRandomHouse,Inc.,NewYork.

CHAPTERONE

ARoyalInvitation

Sunlight had faded from the late-afternoon sky. Puffy snow cloudsweremovingin.

“Let’shurry.I’mcold,”saidJack.

He and Annie were walking home from school. Their Christmas

vacationwasjustbeginning.

Cooo—cooo.

“Wait,”saidAnnie.“Look.”

Shepointedtoawhitebirdsittingonabaretreebranchattheedge

ofthewoods.Thebirdwasstaringstraightatthem.

“It’sadove,”saidJack.

“It’samessenger,”saidAnnie,“fromMorgan.”

“No,” Jack said, afraid to get his hopes up. They hadn’t seen

MorganleFayinalongtime.Hereallymissedher.

“Yes,”saidAnnie.“Shehasamissionforus.Icanfeelit.”

Inthehushofthecoldtwilight,thedovespreaditswingsandflew

intotheFrogCreekwoods.

“Comeon!”saidAnnie.“Thetreehouseisback!”

“You’rejusthoping!”saidJack.

“I’mknowing!” said Annie. She ran into thewoods, following the

whitedove.

“Oh,brother,”saidJack.ButhetookoffafterAnnie.

Even in the growing darkness, they easily found their way. They

zigzaggedbetweenthebaretreesandranoverthefrozengrounduntil

theycametothetallestoakinthewoods.

“See?”saidAnnie,pointingtothetopofthetree.

“Yeah,”whisperedJack.

Thereitwas:themagictreehouse.

“Morgan!”shoutedAnnie.

Jack held his breath, waiting to see the enchantress at the tree

housewindow.ButMorgandidnotappear.

Anniegrabbedtheropeladderandstartedup.Jackfollowed.

Whentheyclimbedinsidethetreehouse,Jacksawsomethinglying

on the floor. It was a scroll, rolled up and tied with a red velvet

ribbon.

Jackpickedupthescrollandunrolledit.Thethick,yellowedpaper

shimmeredwithlargegoldwriting.

“Wow,Morgansentusareallyfancynote,”saidAnnie.

“It’saninvitation,”saidJack.“Listen.”

“ChristmasinCamelot!”saidAnnie.“Idon’tbelieveit!”

“Cool,”whisperedJack.Hepicturedabeautiful,glowingcastle lit

withcandlesandfilledwithknightsandladiesfeastingandsinging.

“We’regoingtocelebrateChristmaswithMorganandKingArthur!”

saidAnnie.“AndQueenGuinevere!”

“Yeah,” said Jack. “And the Knights of the Round Table, like Sir

Lancelot!”

“Let’sgo!”saidAnnie.“Where’sthebook?”

She and Jack looked around the tree house for a book about

Camelot. The only book they saw was the Pennsylvania book that

alwaysbroughtthemhome.

“That’s strange,” said Jack. “Morgan didn’t send a book about

Camelot with the Royal Invitation. How does she expect us to get

there?”

“Idon’tknow,”saidAnnie.“Maybesheforgot.”

Jackpickedupthe invitation.Hereaditagain.Heturneditover,

hopingtofindmoreinformation.Thebackofthescrollwasblank.He

handedtheinvitationtoAnnie.

“Shemusthaveforgotten,”hesaid.

“Darn,” said Annie, staring at the goldwriting. “I reallywishwe

couldgotoCamelot.”

Thetreebranchesrustled.

Thewindbegantoblow.

“What’shappening?”saidJack.

“Idon’tknow—”saidAnnie.

“Waitaminute,”saidJack.“Youwereholdingthe invitation,and

youmadeawish.…”

Thewindblewharder.

“Thatmusthavemadethemagicwork!”criedAnnie.

Jackfeltasurgeofjoy.

“We’regoingtoCamelot!”hesaid.

Thetreehousestartedtospin.

Itspunfasterandfaster.

Theneverythingwasstill.

Absolutelystill.

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Around1,500yearsago,PolynesianscametoHawaii.Theywerethe

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In1778,anEnglishmannamedCaptainJamesCookmadethefirst

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OnAugust21,1959,HawaiibecamethefiftiethstateoftheUnited

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