I walked through the woods, scanning the ground for mushrooms and sharing my grievances about Margaret sending me away with the trees. I noticed a sizeable tree with sap that looked sticky and smelled like old butter. Lucy came running and popped up behind me. “Harper!” she breathed, “The Last Glacier is breaking! We have to do something!” “What can we do?” I asked, utterly dumbfounded. “You stopped all of those streams, there must be some things you learned about glaciers!” I had no idea about glaciers! All of those times that I made dams and stopped run-off streams, it was pure luck! Maybe that's what I could use this time… “Lucy, when you were entering the woods, did you happen to see a tall, old-looking tree-” “With sap that smelled like moldy cream?” she cut me off “Yes! That's the one.” I had a plan forming in my mind, and it sure would take a lot of luck, “Okay, here's what we need to do. We've got to somehow get that tree down, get it to the Last Glacier and use it to stop the glacier from breaking any further.” “But how?” Lucy asks. “I don't know,” I confess, “But right now, all we have to figure out is how to get that tree down.” Lucy was
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It looked as pitiful as a kicked puppy. It stood only about 7 feet tall and had almost no surface area. The white-blue ice had a shiny film on it; it was definitely melting. I could see that some chunks were holding on for dear life. When I stepped onto the bed of ice, the glacier moaned, as if my weight was too much to bear. I gingerly walked over to the Last Glacier. It shifted, and a giant chunk of ice tumbled into the ocean with a cracking sound. It was now or never. With a Herculean surge of strength that came from who knows where, I ran to the Last Glacier and shoved the trunk of the massive tree into the place where the glacier was about to crack next. I hoped the sap that smelled like butter would keep the glacier
It looked as pitiful as a kicked puppy. It stood only about 7 feet tall and had almost no surface area. The white-blue ice had a shiny film on it; it was definitely melting. I could see that some chunks were holding on for dear life. When I stepped onto the bed of ice, the glacier moaned, as if my weight was too much to bear. I gingerly walked over to the Last Glacier. It shifted, and a giant chunk of ice tumbled into the ocean with a cracking sound. It was now or never. With a Herculean surge of strength that came from who knows where, I ran to the Last Glacier and shoved the trunk of the massive tree into the place where the glacier was about to crack next. I hoped the sap that smelled like butter would keep the glacier