
Dear Oak,
There were three of you in the dark house. I couldn’t see you. You were inside. I was outside. When I walked by, I heard you say, “I made a 5. Look.” Someone else said something about a trap. Another said, “Look, the Bat Mobile.” Inside the dark house, there’s a light table, and there was dark sand on top of the light. You were using your fingers to write in the sand, making pictures and telling stories with light.
Later, I wondered about the traps. You told me about scorpion and dinosaur traps, and then you told me about a tornado door that if you opened it, a tornado escaped. Yikes! Suddenly booby traps sprang up around Rainbow Road where you could get trapped forever or fall down a drain and get eaten by a shark.
Love,
Teacher Michelle










