 look like?"

"It's usually just a small metal cabinet." Her mom scanned the clutter with her light. "Mounted on a wall somewhere." Lightning flickered through the dusty windows followed by waves of rumbling thunder. The rain was pouring down.

"Look at all this stuff." Stella's flashlight panned across a complicated collage of rusty garden tools, lawn furniture, old bikes, bait buckets, fishing poles, landing nets and tackle boxes. A large boat on a trailer took up all of the space in the middle, a green canvas canoe hung from ropes tied to the rafters, and deflated beach balls, air mattresses and animal-shaped swim toys were corralled in a corner near the door.

"Keep looking, honey."

"I am." Stella squeezed between the boat and an old stepladder and followed the beam of light to the furthest corner of the farthest back. "Hey, what's this doing here?"

"CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE RAIN, HONEY."

"THERE'S A REALLY OLD MIRROR, MOM." Stella looked back to see if her mom could see her, but a stack of storage boxes was in the way. "How did you end up here?" Stella asked, and the mirror seemed to shimmer and flicker in reply. The flashlight beam bounced off the silvered glass and shot into the dark with prism rainbows and diamond light. The mirror was almost three feet taller than she was, and its intricate wood frame of thorny roses and trumpeting morning glories was covered in burnished gold. "The perfect mirror for a fairy tale princess," she whispered, "like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White."

"FOUND IT." Her mom pushed the main switch, and Stella saw the cottage lights ignite through the rain-spattered windows.

"LIGHTS ARE ON, MOM," she called.

"Good." Her mom stopped near the door and flipped the boathouse light switch a few times but nothing happened. "Bulb must be out. Wait here and I'll get an umbrella. There's no reason for both of us to get soaked," she said, and then she was gone.

There was a white flash of lightning followed by waves of rumbling thunder. Stella approached the mirror, holding the flashlight with one hand
look like? " 

 " It's usually just a small metallic element cabinet. " Her ma scanned the clutter with her light. " mount on a rampart somewhere. " Lightning flickered through the dusty windows surveil by waves of rumbling boom. The rain was pouring down. 

 " Look at all this material. " Stella's flashlight panned across a complicated collage of rusty garden tools, lawn furniture, old motorcycle, bait buckets, fishing poles, landing nets and tackle box. A large boat on a trailer take up all of the space in the middle, a green canvas canoe hang from ropes tied to the rafters, and deflated beach balls, tune mattresses and animal - shaped swim toys were corralled in a corner near the door. 

 " Keep looking, honey. " 

 " I am. " Stella squeezed between the boat and an old stepladder and followed the beam of light to the farthermost recess of the farthest back. " Hey, what's this doing here? " 

 " CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE RAIN, HONEY. " 

 " THERE'S A REALLY previous MIRROR, MOM. " Stella looked back to see if her mom could determine her, but a stack of storage boxes was in the way. " How did you end up here? " Stella ask, and the mirror seemed to shimmer and flicker in reply. The flashlight beam bounced off the silvered glass and shot into the darkness with prism rainbows and diamond light. The mirror was almost three metrical foot tall than she was, and its intricate wood frame of thorny roses and trumpeting dawn glories was covered in burnished amber. " The perfect mirror for a fagot tale princess, " she whispered, " like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White. " 

 " FOUND IT. " Her ma pushed the main switch, and Stella saw the cottage light ignite through the rain - spatter windows. 

 " LIGHTS ARE ON, MOM, " she call. 

 " Good. " Her mom stopped near the door and flipped the boathouse lighter switch a few times but nothing happened. " Bulb must be out. Wait here and I'll get an umbrella. There's no reason for both of us to get soaked, " she said, and then she was die. 

 There was a white news bulletin of lightning followed by waves of grumble thunder. Stella approached the mirror, holding the flashlight with one bridge player
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"CAN'J HEAR YOU OVER THE RAIN, HONEY."

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"UJGHTS ARE ON, MON," sye called.

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look like?" "It's usually just a small Her scanned the with her light. Lightning through the dusty followed by waves rumbling thunder. The rain was pouring "Look at all this stuff." Stella's flashlight panned across a complicated collage of garden tools, lawn furniture, old bikes, bait buckets, fishing poles, landing nets and boxes. large on trailer took up all of the space in the middle, a green canvas canoe hung from tied to the rafters, and deflated beach balls, mattresses and animal-shaped swim were corralled in a corner the "Keep looking, "I Stella between the boat an old stepladder and followed the beam of light to the furthest corner of the farthest back. what's this "CAN'T HEAR OVER RAIN, "THERE'S A REALLY MOM." Stella looked back to see could see her, but a stack of storage was in way. "How did you end up Stella asked, and the mirror seemed to shimmer flicker in reply. The flashlight beam bounced off the silvered glass and shot into the prism rainbows and diamond The mirror was three taller she and its wood frame of thorny roses and trumpeting morning glories was covered burnished gold. "The perfect mirror for a fairy tale princess," "like Beauty or Snow "FOUND IT." Her mom the switch, and Stella saw lights through "LIGHTS ON, she called. "Good." Her stopped near the door and the boathouse light switch happened. "Bulb must be out. Wait here and get an umbrella. There's no reason for of us to get soaked," she said, and then she was gone. was a of lightning followed by waves of rumbling thunder. approached the mirror, holding flashlight with one hand
 look like?"

"It's usually just a smAll metal caBinet." her Mom ScAnneD the Clutter with her LIght. "mounted on a wall somewherE." LighTnINg flICkEred tHrough tHE dUSTy wInDoWs fOlLOwEd by wAveS of rumbLing thundeR. ThE rAin was pourinG DoWn.

"Look at alL thIs stuff." StellA's fLashliGhT paNNed acRosS a comPlicatED collaGe of rusty GaRDen tooLS, lawn fuRNItUre, oLd bikes, bait bucketS, FiSHing poles, landiNg nets AnD TaCKLe bOxeS. A large boaT oN a traILer took UP aLL OF thE Space in the midDle, a green caNVas Canoe hUnG frOM ropes Tied tO tHE raFters, and defLateD beach balLs, air mATtresseS And animAl-shapEd sWim Toys WErE cOrrAlLEd iN A cOrnER neAr the dooR.

"KEeP lookIng, hONEY."

"i am." STelLa sqUeezeD between the boAt aNd an OLd sTeplaDder aNd foLlOwed tHe beam Of ligHt To the furthest coRner Of the fartHesT bAck. "heY, what'S This doIng HerE?"

"CAN'T HEaR YOU OVer THe Rain, hOnEY."

"THERE'S A REALLY OLd MirrOr, MOM." StelLa lookED bAcK To see if hEr Mom CoulD SEe her, But a STaCk of storAge boxES wAs In the waY. "HOw did yOu End Up hEre?" StELla aSked, anD the mirrOr seeMEd to shimmer and FLicker in reply. tHe FLAsHLighT beAm bounced ofF the SIlveRed gLAsS anD Shot iNto thE dARk WIth prism rainbows and DiAmond lIght. THe mirror was alMost three fEET Taller thAn shE WaS, And its intricatE wood Frame of thoRNy roses aNd truMpeting mOrning gloRIEs was covEreD in BurNisHED gOld. "The perfect MIRror FoR a fairy TalE princeSs," sHe wHisPerEd, "Like SleepIng BeautY oR SNoW WHitE."

"FOUNd iT." Her mom PuSheD tHe mAin swITch, and stellA saw ThE cOTtaGe lightS IgNITe thRoUgH the RaiN-sPatteRed wINdoWs.

"LIGHTs ARE ON, MOM," She CAlleD.

"GOoD." Her mom Stopped near thE dOor and flipPeD thE boathOUSe light sWitch a few times but nothinG HappeneD. "BuLb musT be oUt. Wait herE anD I'll geT an UMbrellA. There'S no reAsOn fOR Both oF US tO geT sOaked," she saID, And Then sHe Was gOne.

TherE was a white flash of lIGhtNing followed bY waVes oF RUmBliNG tHUndEr. sTelLA Approached the miRror, holdinG tHE fLashlight wITh oNe Hand
 look like?"

"It's usuall y just a s mallmet alca bine t."Her mom scanne d  the  clutter with her ligh t. "M ou n tedo na wal l somew h er e . " L ig ht nin gf li ckere d t hroughthe dustywin do ws followedb ywaves of r umb ling thunder . T he rai nwas pouri ngdown. 

"Loo k  at al l this st uf f ." Ste l la's fl a s hl ight  panned across ac om p licated collag e of r us t yg a rde n t ools, lawn  f urnit u re, old bi k e s , b a it buckets, f ishing pole s , l anding  n ets and ta cklebo x es.  A large bo at o n a trail er too k  up all of thespaceinthe  mid d le ,a g re e n c a nv asc ano e hung f ro mropes  tie d t o  the  ra fter s, an d deflated be ach  bal l s,air m attre sses  a nd an imal-s haped  s wim toys were c orra lled in a  co rn erne ar th e  door. 

" Kee p looki ng, hon e y." 
" I am ." Stella squeezed  b e t we en the b oat an d  a no ld stepl ad der  and f ollow ed t h ebeam oflightt oth e furth es t corn er  of  th e far t hest  back.  "Hey, w hat's this doing her e ?"

"CAN'T HE A RY O UO VERTHE  RAIN, HONE Y.""THE RE'S AREA L LY OL D MIR RO R ,M OM." Stella lookedba ck tosee i f her mom cou ld see her , b ut a sta ck o f  s t orage boxes wa s inthe way. " H ow did y ou en d up her e?" Stell a asked, a ndthe  mi rro r se emed to shimm e r  and  f lickerinreply.The  fl ash lig ht  beam bou nced off  t he  s il ver ed gl a ss and s ho t i nt o t he da r k with  pris m ra in bo w s a nd diam o nd l ight .Th e mi rro rwas a lmos t  th ree fee t tallertha n  she  w as , and i ts intricatewo od frame o ftho rny ro s e s and tr umpeting morning glorie s  was co ver ed in  bur nished go ld.  "Theper f ect mi rror f or afa iry t ale p r i nc ess ,"  she whisp e r ed,  "lik eSlee ping Be auty or Snow White . "
"FOUND IT." H ermomp u sh edt he mai ns wit c h , and Stella sa w the cott ag e  l ights igni t e t hr ough th e rain- spatt e red win dows.

"L IGHTS ARE  O N, M O M ,"she called .

"Good ." Her mo m  stop p ed  near  th e door  a ndflipp ed the boa thous e ligh tswitch  a fe wtimes bu t nothing happened. "Bu lb mus t beout . Wait he rea ndI'll getan u mbrella. T her e's  no r eas o n for  bot h  o f u s  to g et s o aked," sh e  s aid , an d then shew a s  go ne.
The r e wasa wh ite flash of ligh t ning followedby w a v esofr umbl in g thunder. Ste lla  a p p roachedth e mirror, h olding t he flash lightwith o ne hand 
 look_like?"

"It's usually_just a small metal_cabinet." Her_mom_scanned the_clutter_with her light._"Mounted on a_wall somewhere." Lightning flickered_through the dusty_windows_followed by waves of rumbling thunder. The rain was pouring down.

"Look at all this_stuff."_Stella's flashlight_panned_across_a complicated collage of rusty_garden tools, lawn furniture, old_bikes, bait_buckets, fishing poles, landing nets and tackle boxes._A_large boat on_a trailer took up all of the space in_the middle, a green canvas canoe_hung from ropes_tied_to_the rafters, and deflated_beach balls, air mattresses and animal-shaped_swim toys were corralled in a_corner near the door.

"Keep looking, honey."

"I am."_Stella squeezed between the boat and_an old stepladder and followed_the beam_of light to the furthest_corner of the_farthest back._"Hey, what's this_doing here?"

"CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE_RAIN, HONEY."

"THERE'S A_REALLY OLD MIRROR, MOM." Stella looked_back_to see if_her_mom_could see_her, but a_stack_of storage_boxes_was in the way. "How did_you_end up here?" Stella asked, and the_mirror seemed to shimmer_and_flicker in reply. The_flashlight beam bounced off the_silvered glass and shot into the_dark with_prism rainbows_and diamond light. The mirror was almost three feet taller than_she was, and its intricate wood_frame of thorny roses_and trumpeting_morning_glories was covered_in_burnished gold._"The perfect mirror for a fairy tale_princess," she_whispered, "like Sleeping Beauty or Snow_White."

"FOUND IT." Her mom_pushed_the main switch, and Stella saw_the cottage lights ignite through the_rain-spattered windows.

"LIGHTS ARE ON, MOM,"_she_called.

"Good."_Her mom stopped near the_door and flipped the boathouse light_switch a few_times but nothing happened. "Bulb must be_out._Wait here and I'll get an_umbrella._There's no reason for both of_us_to_get soaked," she said, and_then she was gone.

There was a_white flash of lightning followed by waves of rumbling_thunder. Stella approached_the mirror, holding the flashlight_with_one_hand