Emma's Rug Read Free

she said. "Kid stuff."

    All afternoon Emma sat in her empty room.
It seemed somehow larger and brighter.
"No more pictures," Emma murmured.
Then something made her jump. From the
corner of her eye she thought she saw
something move behind her. She knew there
was only the wall there, all bare now, yet
she turned—as if to catch sight
of something flying away.
She gave a cry.

    Emma rushed outside.
"It can't be!" she said, breathing faster.
She saw the eyes watching her and then
the faces of creatures all around.
She knew them from before.
She had thought she would never see again.
"I can see you!" Emma cried with joy.
The trees rustled, as if laughing.
And then it was quiet.