Flight from Big Tangle

Flight from Big Tangle — page 3
Okay I get the picture Mom said and turned the nose of the floatplane back toward the tiny bottlenecked bay they called home Kaylee pressed her forehead to the window gazing past the main body of the lake below toward the thick boreal forest beyond an army of jack pine and poplar tamarack and birch warriors with green wool tunics tattered and worn from battle each leaning on the next for sup port The wild wild woods went on past forever and she and her mom lived smack in the middle of the whole tangled mess of them Kaylee breathed deeply in through her nose out through her mouth Within minutes they were back over the narrow channel that joined Booker Bay to the larger lake A year ago Kaylee had loved flying never got sick from it and she desper ately wished that time back Ever since she could remember when the leaves began to 2