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arranging Gareth’s tie, the silly way he had picked purple to match Mom’s dress. They were ridiculous. But ...
    Looking up, she saw Matt watching. She reached out and took his hand, and it was cold and skinny and she felt awkward. “Friends,” she muttered. Then, “You idiot.”
    He grinned. Together they walked towards the box. Morgan Rees held it up so that the moon-light caught it.
    The boy flitted closer. He huddled behind Sarah.
    She and Matt held the key together. They fitted it into the lock. They turned it, and the click it made was loud in the silent night. Then, together, they lifted the lid of the box.
    For a moment she thought it held only darkness.
    Then she saw something small and round, faintly shining. As the box tilted it rolled down to one corner. Matt reached in and took it out, and as he held it up they saw to their astonishment that it was nothing more than an acorn.
    An acorn shining like silver.
    A gasp.
    Sarah turned quickly.
    The boy cried out. He looked down at himself and they saw that he was fading, that his body was drifting apart like mist on the wind. “I’m going,” he breathed. “At last. I’ll be there. Soon, I’ll be there!”
    Sarah couldn’t answer. She reached out to touch him but there was nothing left of him, and all at once his shape was a dissolving darkness and a whisper of sound that might have been her name, or might just have been the swish of grasses in the night.
    â€œGoodbye,” she whispered. “Sleep tight.”
    â€œWe did it,” Matt said. “And we’re still alive.”
    Sarah nodded. Then as Morgan Rees took the box from them she almost dropped it in shock. For, out of the empty box, birds were flying – blue and gold birds with long tails and flashes of scarlet on their wings. They fluttered and sang in an explosion of noise.
    Then they flew away, in a great cloud, towards the sunrise.
    Matt shook his head and looked into the box. “What else is in this thing?”
    Morgan Rees closed it quickly. “Who knows? Perhaps we shouldn’t look further. But we have this.” He took the acorn from Sarah, held it in his hand for a moment and gave it back to her. “There’s only one thing to do with a seed. And that is to plant it.”
    She nodded and walked a few steps, choosing the spot carefully. Not too near the house, but out on the lawn, not far from her bedroom. Not far from where the boy’s tree had once been, the tree she had seen in the painting, and in her dream.
    She bent down and pulled at the grass. It came up in clumps, damp and soggy. Underneath the soil was black.
    Matt said, “Use this,” and handed her a small twig.
    She scooped and prodded and dug with it, and made a deep hole, just big enough. Then she popped the acorn in, covered it over, stamped it down, and stood back.
    In silence they gazed down at the grass, almost expecting the tree to grow suddenly and, as if by magic, overnight, like the beanstalk in the story. Matt said, “In a few weeks we’ll see it sprout. In a hundred years it will be enormous.”
    A bird began to sing. Looking up, Sarah saw a streak of dim red light in the east.
    Morgan Rees said quietly, “It will be daylight soon. You’d better go inside before your parents get back.”
    Sarah said, “Thank you for your help. Perhaps you should keep the box.”
    His hand closed around it and he nodded. “I will keep it safe for you. But I will never sell it.”
    â€œI think it’s done its job,” she said.
    Morgan Rees smiled.
    Together, she and Matt turned back to the house.