 Toots?"

"Back to Chicagoland."

"Seriously?"

"Or at least to Wenry Heath."

"Wenry what?"

"Shhhhh, listen..." They both heard the distant screech and squeak of rusty oarlocks and then they saw a dim lantern, burning yellow-white like a firefly, bobbing in the bow of a rowboat. "HEY!" Stella flicked on the flashlight and pointed the long beam at George, still wearing his fur hat, rowing hard against the wind. "GEORGE! IT'S ME, WENRY! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

"WHAT'S WRONG?" George called, and then against his better judgment he turned the boat in her direction and rowed. The waves slapped the prow as he maneuvered the boat up against the dock.

"You still fishing?"

"No, I'm trying to get home, but this wind's been making it pretty slow going." George noticed her bleeding knuckles. "Are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't. Her shoes and legs were spattered with silver something, her face was wet with tears, and then George saw the ferret on her shoulder peeking out from behind a veil of her curls and he knew she was the girl from his dream, the girl his uncle called Stella Sky.

"We're kind of in a jam," Stella laughed nervously.

"Yeah?" George felt a sinking spinning in his stomach like the feeling he got riding the Turbo-Twister-Zipper at the Arrowhead County Fair.

"Could you take us to my island?"

The thing George had been dreading all day had finally arrived wearing a rainbow-leopard-print fleece hoodie and a ferret riding shotgun on her shoulder.

"Your island?"

"Yeah, Wenry Heath." Stella pointed the flashlight in Wenry Heath's direction. "Where we met today."

"I don't know..." George's first impulse was to push off and row away just as fast as his arms could go.

"Could you, please?" A gust blew her curls in her face and she pulled them back. "It's kind of an emergency."

"What kind of an emergency?"

"Fight with an evil mirror emergency."

"
Toots? " 

 " Back to Chicagoland. " 

 " Seriously? " 

 " Or at least to Wenry Heath. " 

 " Wenry what? " 

 " Shhhhh, listen... " They both heard the aloof scream and close call of rusty oarlocks and then they saw a black lantern, burning yellow - flannel like a firefly, curtsy in the bow of a rowboat. " HEY! " Stella flick on the flashlight and pointed the long balance beam at George, still wearing his fur hat, row hard against the wind. " GEORGE! IT'S ME, WENRY! I NEED YOUR HELP! " 

 " WHAT'S WRONG? " George called, and then against his better opinion he turned the boat in her direction and row. The waves slapped the bow as he maneuvered the gravy boat up against the dock. 

 " You still fishing? " 

 " No, I'm trying to get home, but this wind's been make it pretty slow going. " George noticed her bleeding brass knucks. " Are you okay? " It was obvious she wasn't. Her shoes and legs were spattered with silver something, her face was wet with tears, and then George saw the ferret on her shoulder glance out from behind a head covering of her curls and he sleep together she was the girlfriend from his dream, the girl his uncle called Stella Sky. 

 " We're kind of in a jamming, " Stella laughed nervously. 

 " Yeah? " George felt a sinking spinning in his stomach like the touch he got riding the Turbo - Twister - Zipper at the Arrowhead County Fair. 

 " Could you take us to my island? " 

 The thing George had been dreading all day had finally arrive wearing a rainbow - leopard - print fleece hoodie and a ferret riding shotgun on her shoulder. 

 " Your island? " 

 " Yeah, Wenry Heath. " Stella point the flashlight in Wenry Heath's focus. " Where we met today. " 

 " I don't know... " George's first impulse was to push off and row aside just as fast as his arms could fail. 

 " Could you, please? " A gust blow her curls in her face and she rend them back. " It's kind of an hand brake. " 

 " What kind of an emergency? " 

 " Fight with an evil mirror emergency. " 

 "
 Tolts?"

"Back to Chicagoland."

"Seviously?"

"Or at least to Wxnry Hezth."

"Wenry what?"

"Shhhhh, listen..." They both hward uke distant screech avd squeak of rustt oaclocks and then vgey saw a dim pantzri, burning yelloe-white lika a firefly, botbkny in the bow of a rowboat. "HEY!" Stella flickec ln the flashlidht sgd pkpnued the long beam at George, still wearinj his fur hat, rpwing hard against the winf. "GELRGE! IT'S ME, WENRY! L NEED YOUR HEL[!"

"QHAT'S WRONG?" Eeorge called, and then against his better judgment he turnzd the boat ib hft direction end rored. The waves slappeg the ptow as he manemverev thw boat up against the dock.

"You still fisring?"

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"We're kind of in w jam," Stella lwughrd nervously.

"Yeah?" George felr a sinking fpinning in his stolach like tke feeking ne got riding the Turbo-Cwisted-Zipper at hhe Arrowgdad County Fair.

"Cuulc fou take us to my island?"

Thq thing Gxorge had bedn dteading all day hwd fikdlly arrived wearijg a tainbof-leopard-prlnt fleece hoodie and a ferret cmding shotgun ot hvr shouldzr.

"Your island?"

"Yeah, Wqnry Heath." Stekla poiuted tfe flashlifht in Xenry Heath's direction. "Whate we met todey."

"I don't hnow..." Geoege's fifrt impulse was to push off and roq away just as fasb as fjs arms could gi.

"Coood you, please?" S gjst bpex her wurls in her facd avc she pulled then bacl. "It's kind of an emesgendy."

"What kind of an rmcrgency?"

"Fitht with an evil mirrpr emergency."

"
Toots?" "Back to Chicagoland." "Seriously?" "Or at Wenry "Wenry what?" listen..." They both squeak rusty oarlocks and they saw a lantern, burning yellow-white like a firefly, in the bow of a rowboat. "HEY!" Stella flicked on the flashlight and the long beam at George, still wearing his fur hat, rowing hard against wind. IT'S WENRY! NEED YOUR HELP!" "WHAT'S WRONG?" George called, and then against his better judgment he turned the in her direction and rowed. The waves slapped prow as he maneuvered boat up against the dock. still "No, I'm to home, this wind's been it pretty slow going." George noticed her bleeding knuckles. "Are you okay?" It was obvious she wasn't. shoes and spattered with something, face wet with tears, George saw the ferret on her from behind a veil of her curls and knew she the girl from his dream, the his uncle called Stella Sky. "We're kind of a jam," Stella laughed nervously. "Yeah?" George felt a sinking spinning in his stomach like he got riding the at the Arrowhead Fair. you us my island?" thing George had been dreading all day had finally arrived wearing rainbow-leopard-print fleece hoodie and a ferret riding shotgun on her island?" Wenry Heath." Stella the flashlight in Wenry direction. we met today." "I George's impulse off row just as fast as arms could go. "Could you, A gust blew her she pulled them back. "It's kind of an "What kind of an emergency?" "Fight with evil mirror emergency." "
 Toots?"

"Back to Chicagoland."

"SerIously?"

"Or at Least To WEnrY HEath."

"wenrY what?"

"Shhhhh, lisTEn..." ThEy both heard the distant sCreecH aND squEAk Of rusTy oarloCKs AND thEn ThEy sAw A DiM lantErn, Burning Yellow-whitE liKe A firefly, bobbINg In the bow of A roWboat. "HEY!" StelLa fLicked On The FLashlIghT and pOinted THe long Beam at GeoRgE, Still wEAring hiS FUr Hat, rOwing hard against tHE wINd. "GEORGE! IT'S ME, WeNRY! I NeEd yOur hELp!"

"WHaT'S WRONG?" GeOrGe calLEd, and thEN aGAINst HIs better judgmEnt he turned THe bOat in hEr DirECtion aNd rowEd. tHe wAves slapped The pRow as he maNeuverED the boaT Up againSt the dOck.

"you StilL FiShIng?"

"no, i'M trYInG to GEt hOme, but thIs WiNd's beEn maKING It prEttY sloW goinG." George noticeD heR bleEDinG knucKles. "ARe yoU oKay?" It Was obvIous sHe Wasn't. Her shoes anD legS were spatTerEd WitH sIlver SOmethiNg, hEr fAce was wEt with tEArs, AnD THEn george saw the ferret On HER sHoulder pEeking OUt FrOM behind a VeIl oF her CURls anD he kNEw She was thE girl fROm HiS dream, tHe Girl hiS uNclE caLled STElla sky.

"We'rE kind of iN a jam," sTella laughed neRVously.

"Yeah?" GeoRGe FELt A SinkIng Spinning in hIs stOMach Like THe FeeLIng he Got riDiNG tHE Turbo-Twister-Zipper At The ArrOwheaD County Fair.

"CoUld you take US TO my islanD?"

The THiNG George had been DreadIng all day hAD finally ArrivEd wearinG a rainbow-LEOpard-priNt fLeeCe hOodIE AnD a ferret ridinG SHotgUn On her shOulDer.

"Your IslAnd?"

"yeaH, WeNrY Heath." SteLla pointEd ThE fLaShlIght iN wenry HeaTh'S diReCtiOn. "WheRE we met Today."

"i don'T kNoW..." geoRge's firST iMPUlse WaS tO pusH ofF aNd row Away JUst As fast aS his arms cOulD Go.

"CoUlD yOu, pleasE?" A gust blew her CuRls in her faCe And She pulLED them bacK. "It's kind of an emergency."

"WhAT kind of An eMergeNcy?"

"FIght with aN evIl mirrOr eMErgencY."

"
 Toots?"

"Back to Chicago land."

"S eriou sly ?"
" Or a t le ast to Wenry H e ath. "

"Wenry what?"

"Shh hhh,li s ten. . ."  They  both h e ar d the  d is tan ts cr eechand  squeak  of rustyoar lo cks and then th ey saw a d imlantern, bur nin g yell ow -wh i te li kea fir efly,b obbing  in the b ow of a r o wboat." H EY !" S tella flicked ont he flashlight and  point ed th e lon g b eam at Geo rg e, st i ll wear i ng h i s f u r hat, rowing  hard again s t t he win d.  "G E ORGE!IT'SME ,  WE NRY! I NEED  YOU R HELP!"
"WHAT ' S WRONG ? " Georg e call ed,  an d th e nag ain st his be tte r  ju dgment h etu rnedtheb o a t  inher  dir ectio n and rowed.The  wav e s s lappe d the  pro was he  maneu vered  t he boat up agai nstthe dock. 

" Yo u s ti ll fi s hing?" 

" No,  I'm tr ying to get  h o m e ,but this wind's be en m ak ing it p rettys lo wg oing." G eo rge  not i c ed he r bl e ed ing knuc kles." Ar eyou oka y? " It w as  ob vio us sh e  was n't. H er shoes  andl egs were spatt e red with silv e rs o me t hing , h er face was  wet with  tea r s,  an d  then  Geor ge sa w  the ferret on hersh oulder  peek ing out frombehind a v e i l  of hercurl s  a n d he knew shewas t he girl fr o m his dr eam,the girl  his uncl e called S tel laSky .
" W e' re kind of in a  jam ,"  Stella  la ughed n erv ous ly. 

" Ye ah?" Geor ge feltasi nk in g s pinni n g in his  s tom ac h l ike t h e feel ing h e go tri d ing  the Tu r bo - T wist er -Z ippe r a tthe A rrow h ead  County  Fair.

" Cou l d yo uta ke us t o my island?" 
The thingGe org e hadb e en dread ing all day had finally arrived  we aring  a r ainbow-le opa rd-pri ntf leecehoodie  andafer r e t rid i n gsho tg un on hers h oul der.
" Your  island ?"

"Yeah, Wenry H e ath ." Stella poi nte d th e fl ash l ig h t i nW enr y Heath's directi on. "Where  w e  m et today." 
"I  d on't kn ow..."Georg e 's firs t impulse  was to p us h of f and  row awayjust asfast as h i s arm s  c ouldgo. 

"Cou ld  yo u, pl ease?" A g ust b lew he rcurlsin he rface and  she pulled them back."It'skindofan emerge ncy . "
"What kin d of  an emerge ncy ?"
"Fig htw ith a n ev i lmir r or em erge n cy."

"
 Toots?"

"Back_to Chicagoland."

"Seriously?"

"Or_at least to Wenry_Heath."

"Wenry what?"

"Shhhhh,_listen..."_They both_heard_the distant screech_and squeak of_rusty oarlocks and then_they saw a_dim_lantern, burning yellow-white like a firefly, bobbing in the bow of a rowboat. "HEY!"_Stella_flicked on_the_flashlight_and pointed the long beam_at George, still wearing his_fur hat,_rowing hard against the wind. "GEORGE! IT'S ME,_WENRY!_I NEED YOUR_HELP!"

"WHAT'S WRONG?" George called, and then against his better_judgment he turned the boat in_her direction and_rowed._The_waves slapped the prow_as he maneuvered the boat up_against the dock.

"You still fishing?"

"No, I'm_trying to get home, but this wind's_been making it pretty slow going."_George noticed her bleeding knuckles._"Are you_okay?" It was obvious she_wasn't. Her shoes_and legs_were spattered with_silver something, her face was wet_with tears, and_then George saw the ferret on_her_shoulder peeking out_from_behind_a veil_of her curls_and_he knew_she_was the girl from his dream,_the_girl his uncle called Stella Sky.

"We're kind_of in a jam,"_Stella_laughed nervously.

"Yeah?" George felt_a sinking spinning in his_stomach like the feeling he got_riding the_Turbo-Twister-Zipper at_the Arrowhead County Fair.

"Could you take us to my island?"

The thing_George had been dreading all day_had finally arrived wearing_a rainbow-leopard-print_fleece_hoodie and a_ferret_riding shotgun_on her shoulder.

"Your island?"

"Yeah, Wenry Heath." Stella_pointed the_flashlight in Wenry Heath's direction. "Where_we met today."

"I don't_know..."_George's first impulse was to push_off and row away just as_fast as his arms could_go.

"Could_you,_please?" A gust blew her_curls in her face and she_pulled them back._"It's kind of an emergency."

"What kind of_an_emergency?"

"Fight with an evil mirror emergency."

"