By Janet Taylor Lisle
Will Hillary discover the key of the elf village in Sara-Kate's backyard?
No fourth grader trusts Sara-Kate Connolly. Her boots are soiled, her outfits are bizarre, and she's so maladjusted that the college needed to carry her again a grade. yet Hillary is her next-door neighbor, and can't say no while the weird loner invitations her over to play. In Sara-Kate's overgrown yard, Hillary will locate evidence of a global of magic--the style which can merely blossom among precise neighbors. one of the rusted automobile components and wild crops, a miniature village has sprung up. It has tiny homes made of string, sticks, and maple leaves; a good with a bottlecap for a bucket; or even a bit playground with a Popsicle-stick Ferris wheel. yet there's completely no signal of who equipped this miniature international. To Sara-Kate, the answer's clear--only elves may be accountable for anything so enchanted. As she and Hillary stay up for their elusive new neighbors, they examine that comradeship, like magic, springs up the place you least count on it.
This book encompasses a own historical past by means of Janet Taylor Lisle together with infrequent photographs and never-before-seen records from the author's personal assortment.
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It was beautiful. Ivy pictured the shimmering creature on her shoulder like a little jewel and held her breath. Careful. Don’t move. Think like a hummingbird. “Vvvvvvvum,” she murmured. ” said Bean. Ivy shook her head. Shhh, Bean. The hummingbird darted from flower to flower. Come on, look at me, thought Ivy. See how good I am. The hummingbird came to a stop on a stem and turned to look at her thoughtfully. For a second, Ivy was a hummingbird inside. Then—whoosh. The bird zoomed past her head again and disappeared into the blue sky.
The bird zoomed past her head again and disappeared into the blue sky. Ivy was discouraged. The hummingbird hadn’t even noticed her pure heart. Her headband was still in the street and was probably going to get run over. , Liana, and Dino were lined up on the curb across Pancake Court, staring at Ivy. Katy was there, too, sitting on her paper bag, staring. It was distracting. Bean was distracting, too. She was standing beside Ivy on the lawn. She was supposed to be holding up her arms for the birds, but she kept bending down to scratch her legs.
Bean didn’t like the sound of that. 37 A CRUMMY PLAN Bean could not think one more nice thought. She had thought something nice about every single kid in her class. She had wished that there were peace on earth and no more litter—that should make the animals happy— and that everyone had plenty to eat and only things they liked. Not one bird had come anywhere near her. There was sweat dripping out from under her hair. Plus, her arms ached. “Shoot,” said Bean, dropping her arms. ” Ivy dropped her arms, too.