“Guys, we really do need to talk about this,” said Amy. “Okay, fine. Talk,” Mike huffed. He wanted to postpone that discussion as long as possible. “But first, I really want a fort up there.” Mike pointed up at the tree. Amy sat on the grass. She was sketching the materials she needed for a tree fort—wood, nails, and windows. Gold dust swirled in the air as the items appeared and settled on the lawn beneath the tree. Sam quickly hefted up wood slats against the trunk of the tree and nailed them into a ladder. Then he took the rest of the materials that Amy had created in one arm and climbed effortlessly to the tree fort that he and Mike were building on a solid branch fifteen feet off the ground. Mike perched himself on the branch and began to hammer the solid wood board that would be the fort’s foundation to the tree. Amy climbed behind Sam, and the three friends stood on the enormous branch of the oak. An hour later, they stared at the tree fort they had built. It was a solid structure with a door and actual windows.
