Twister on Tuesday (Magic Tree House, No. 23)
Mary Pope Osborne
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Jack and Annie are ready for their next fantasy adventure in the bestselling middle-grade series—the Magic Tree House!
An adventure to blow you away!
That's what Jack and Annie get when the Magic Tree House whisks them back to the 1870s. They land on the prairie near a one-room schoolhouse, where they meet a teenage schoolteacher, some cool kids, and one big, scary bully. But the biggest and scariest thing is yet to come!
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built railroads to link the eastern and western parts of the country. By the 1870s, steam engines carried people across the Kansas prairie. Jack pulled out his notebook and wrote: “Let’s get going,” said Annie. “We have to find that special writing for Morgan.” She started down the ladder. Jack packed his things in his leather bag and climbed down after her. When he stepped onto the ground, Jack looked toward the west. The train was gone. Only a thin trail of smoke floated across the
his notebook. He wrote: Then Jack read more to Annie: Tornados, or twisters, are common on the prairie, so many dugouts had storm cellars. A storm cellar was like a rough basement below the ground. During a twister, a storm cellar is the safest place to be. “Wow, maybe we’ll see a twister,” said Annie. “I hope not,” said Jack. Then he read on: A pioneer family built this dugout for a home. When they moved, the dugout became a schoolhouse. The schoolhouse had only one room. It also had
sat a small boy and a girl. The boy looked about Annie’s age. The girl looked a little younger. On another bench sat a tall boy. He was tough-looking. “Welcome to our first day of school,” said the young teacher. “Today’s your very first day?” said Annie. “Yes, and our first day in this dugout. The family who lived here left for California a week ago,” said Miss Neely. Jack and Annie peered around the room. The walls were made of dirt. The floor was made of wood. It was covered by a worn rug.
your lunch.” “We have enough! Keep it!” said Kate. “What do you do with it?” asked Annie, holding up her potato. Kate laughed. “Just bite!” she said. “Like this—” Kate and Will bit into their cold sweet potatoes as if they were apples. “Cool,” said Annie. She took a big bite out of her potato, too. But Jack just held on to his. He didn’t quite feel like eating the cold, brown potato. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jeb sitting by himself. The big kid didn’t seem to have any lunch at
“Yuck,” said Annie. “Oh, man,” said Jack. He’d never heard of a grasshopper attack before. “It was very scary,” said Kate. “But remember how we replanted and everyone helped everyone else?” said Miss Neely. Kate and Will nodded. “We must try to hold on to the good memories,” Miss Neely said gently, “and let go of the bad ones.” “Yes, ma’am,” said Kate. Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then the sound of the hailstones died away. “Let’s go back to our lesson now,” said Miss Neely. They all