High Tide in Hawaii

waved their hands to show how they rode their surfboards to shore.
    Then Jack surprised himself. He waved his hands to show how he rode his surfboard like a bird soaring through the air. The next thing he knew, he was stepping from side to side. He was swaying his hips. He was doing the hula!

    Kama chanted about how the water had pulled away from the shore—and how they had climbed to safety—and how the giant wave had crashed against the cliff.
    As Kama chanted the story, all the villagers joined in the dance. The tall grasses swayed. The palm trees swayed. And all the hula dancers swayed, too.
    When the story ended, everyone clapped.
    â€œThanks for helping us,” Boka said to Jack and Annie.
    â€œWe’re a good team,” said Annie.
    â€œWe are best friends,” said Kama.
    â€œYeah,” said Jack. “I’m sorry I said mean things.”
    â€œWe’re sorry we laughed at you,” said Boka.
    â€œI’m sorry I grabbed the book,” said Annie.
    â€œOur mother says friendship is like riding the waves,” said Kama. “Sometimes you ride low, gentle waves. Sometimes you ride high, rough ones.”
    Annie gasped. She looked at Jack. She repeated Morgan’s rhyme:
    To find a special magic,
    build a special kind of ship
    that rides the waves,
    both high and low,
    on every kind of trip.
    â€œ
Friend
ship! That’s the ship!” said Jack.
    â€œAnd we built it!” said Annie.
    She and Jack burst out laughing.
    Boka and Kama looked a little confused, but they laughed, too.
    â€œWe have to go back to our own home now,” Annie said to Boka and Kama.
    â€œIt’s time to say good-bye,” said Jack.
    â€œWe never say good-bye,” said Kama. “We say aloha when we greet our friends. And we say aloha when we leave them.”
    â€œFriends are always together,” said Boka, “even when they are far apart.”
    â€œHave a good journey in your magic tree house,” said Kama.
    â€œThanks,” said Jack and Annie. They waved to all the villagers.
“Aloha!”
    â€œAloha!”
everyone called back.
    Then Annie and Jack started through the meadow. Tiny yellow birds and orange-and-black butterflies flitted about them.
    At the edge of the meadow, they came to the grove of palm trees. They climbed up the rope ladder into the tree house.
    Out the window, Jack saw the tall mountains, the small village, the flowery meadow, and the ocean. The water was peaceful again.
    â€œI still have my lei,” said Annie.
    She took it off. Though the red flowers were wet, they were still a little fluffy.
    â€œIt’s proof that we found the special magic,” said Jack. “The magic of friendship.”
    Annie put the lei on the floor next to the play scrolls, the twig, and the corn seeds. Then she picked up the Pennsylvania book.
    â€œReady?” she asked.
    Jack sighed. “I love Hawaii,” he said.
    â€œ
Finally,
you admit it,” said Annie. She pointed at a picture of the Frog Creek woods. “I wish we could go home now.”
    The wind started to blow.
    The tree house started to spin.
    It spun faster and faster.
    Then everything was still.
    Absolutely still.

 

    Jack opened his eyes.
    The sun was setting beyond the woods. No time at all had passed in Frog Creek.
    â€œWelcome back,” said a soft, lovely voice.
    Morgan le Fay was in the magic tree house.
    â€œMorgan!” cried Annie. She threw her arms around the enchantress.
    Jack hugged Morgan, too.

    â€œLook, Morgan,” said Annie. “We have proof we found four special kinds of magic!”
    â€œYes, I see,” said Morgan.
    Morgan picked up the play scrolls that Shakespeare had given Jack and Annie in old England.
    â€œYou found the
magic of theater,
” she said.
    Morgan picked up the twig from a mountain gorilla in the African cloud forest.
    â€œAnd the
magic of animals,
” she said.
    Morgan picked up the pouch of corn seeds from their trip to the first Thanksgiving.
    â€œAnd the
magic of community,
” she said.
    Finally, Morgan picked up the wreath of flowers from Kama and Boka.
    â€œAnd you discovered the
magic of friendship,
” she said.
    Morgan looked at Jack and Annie for a long moment. “Listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you,” she said.
    â€œYes?” They both leaned forward.
    â€œYou are now Magicians of Everyday Magic,” said Morgan. “You have