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Jack sighed. "We looked this morning," he said. "We looked the day before. And the day before that."

Weeks had passed. And there had not been one sign of Morgan le Fay. Nor had there been one sign of her magic tree house.

But Annie had disappeared among the trees.

Oh, she's just pretending as usual, Jack thought. But his heart started to race.

Jack stared at the woods. He was starting to lose hope. Maybe he would never see Morgan again.

"Annie!" Jack shouted.

She took off into the woods.

"Annie, wait!" Jack called. "It's almost dark! We have to get home!"

"She better not be kidding," said Jack.

Jack and Annie were walking home from the library. The path went right by the Frog Creek woods.

"Then you don't have to come," said Annie. "I'll go look by myself."

"Jack!" Annie called from the woods. "It's back!"

"Hurry!" called Annie.

He took off into the woods to find Annie.

Night was falling fast. Crickets chirped loudly. It was hard to see through the shadows.

"Let's look again, Jack," said Annie.

But there was no sign of Morgan herself.

Annie's voice came from above.

He climbed and climbed and climbed.

Annie waved from the window of a tree house. It was in the tallest oak in the woods. A long rope ladder hung down from it.

"I wonder where Morgan is," said Jack.

The magic tree house was back.

"Come on up!" Annie shouted.

"We were just at the library. We would have seen her," said Jack. "Besides, the library's closed now."

On the floor the letter M glowed in the dim light. The M stood for Morgan le Fay.

"Oh man," he breathed.

"Here here!"

As he climbed, he looked out over the woods. High above the treetops it was still light.

Jack kept walking. "Here where?" he called back.

Jack looked up.

Jack ran to the rope ladder. He started climbing.

"Maybe she went to the library to get some more books," said Annie.

At last, Jack pulled himself into the tree house.

Annie sat in the shadows. Books were scattered everywhere.

"Here!" she called.

"Oh man," whispered Jack, after he read the words.

"A note," said Jack. "It must be from Morgan. I think she's in big trouble!"

Jack went over and picked up the paper. There was writing on it.

Jack looked around again. He saw a piece of paper on the floor.

"Oh, it's so cute," Annie said.

A little mouse ran out from behind a stack of books. It ran to the M shining in the floor.

Annie slowly reached out her hand. The mouse didn't move. Annie patted its tiny head.

"You're nuts, Annie," said Jack. "Just because the mouse is in the tree house doesn't mean it's magic. It's a plain old mouse that crawled in, that's all."

Squeak!

Squeak.

"Oh brother," said Jack.

"Hi, Peanut," she said. "Can I call you Peanut?"

Jack had to admit the mouse was cute. It had brown-and-white fur and big dark eyes.

"What's that?" he said.

"What's what?" asked Annie.

The mouse sat on the middle of the M. It looked up at Jack and Annie.

"Yikes," said Annie.

"What is it?" said Annie.

"Do you know where Morgan is?" Annie asked the mouse.