TheKnightatDawn1TheDarkWoodsJackcouldn’tsleep.Heputhisglasseson.Helookedattheclock,5:30,tooearlytogetup.Yesterdaysomanystrangethingshadhappened.Nowhewastryingtofigurethemout.Heturnedonthelight.Hepickeduphisnotebook.Helookedatthelisthe’dmadebeforegoingtobed.Foundtreehouseinwoods,foundlotsofbooksinitpointedtoPteranodonpictureinbookmadeawishwenttotimeofdinosaurs.PointedtopictureofFrogCreekwoodsmadeawishcamehometoFrogCreek.Jackpushedhisglassesintoplace.Whowasgoingtobelieveanyofthis?Nothismomorhisdadorhisthird-gradeteacher,Ms.Watkinsonlyhisseven-year-oldsister,Annie.She’dgonewithhimtothetimeofthedinosaurs.“Can’tyousleep?”ItwasAnnie,standinginhisdoorway.“Nope,”saidJack.“Meneither,”saidAnnie.“Whatareyoudoing?”ShewalkedovertoJackandlookedathisnotebook.Shereadthelist.“Arenotyougoingtowriteaboutthegoldmedal?”sheasked.“Youmeanthegoldmedallion,”saidJack.Hepickeduphispencilandwrote：foundthisindinosaurtime“Aren’tyougoingtoputtheletterMonthemedal?”saidAnnie.“Medallion,”saidJack.“Notmedal.”HeaddedanM：“Aren’tyougoingtowriteaboutthemagicperson?”saidAnnie.“Wedon’tknowforsureifthereisamagicperson,”saidJack.“Well,someonebuiltthetreehouseinthewoods.Someoneputthebooksinit.Someonelostagoldmedalindinosaurtime.”“Medallion!”saidJackforthethirdtime.“AndI’mjustwritingthefacts.Thestuffweknowforsure.”“Let’sgobacktothetreehouserightnow,”saidAnnie.“Andfindoutifthemagicpersonisafact.”“Areyounuts?”saidJack.“Thesun’snotevenupyet.”“Comeon,”saidAnnie.“Maybewecancatchthemsleeping.”“Idon’tthinkweshould,”saidJack.Hewasworried.Whatifthe“magicperson”wasmean?Whatifheorshedidn’twantkidstoknowaboutthetreehouse?“Well,I’mgoing,”saidAnnie.Jacklookedouthiswindowatthedark-graysky.Itwasalmostdawn.Hesighed.“Okay.Let’sgetdressed.I’llmeetyouatthebackdoor.Bequiet.”“Yay!”whisperedAnnie.Shetiptoedawayasquietlyasamouse.Jackputonjeans,awarmsweatshirt,andsneakers.Hetossedhisnotebookandpencilinhisbackpack.Hecreptdownstairs.Anniewaswa