Great-grandfather Moffat smiled. "What looks like a tree and thinks
like a tree and acts exactly the same as a tree, but it isn't?" he
"That's what I want to know," admitted Jennifer.
"A tree sprite," said Moffat and he put a finger to his lips.
"But shhh, don't tell anyone, it's a secret!"
"That's just what he said!"
"That's just what tree sprites always say," said Moffat. "They
love to have secrets more than anything, they're their very best secret
"Well, he told me to tell you to come tomorrow to some secret place
and he gave me something to give to you."
"He did?" asked Moffat and he looked quite excited."What
is it? Let me see!"
"It's just a stone," said Jennifer and she handed it over.
"It's nothing special. It's really quite ordinary."
"Ordinary? You think so? This stone is the most unordinary stone
that could possibly be," Moffat told her. "It's a new-moon stone
and you won't see many of those just lying around on the ground!"
'A new-moon stone! That's the kind he said we could find," said
Jennifer. "What is a new-moon stone anyway?"
"It's a very special stone you can only see by the light of the
new-moon, " explained Moffat. "You have to be in just the right
place at just the right time to be able to find one. A new-moon stone is
a wonderful thing! It's that one special part of the everyday world we forget
to notice, the part we've forgotten how to see, the part that remembers
the shape of the whole even when it's apart."
"The whole?" asked Jennifer. "The whole what?"
"Why, the whole thing!" exclaimed Moffat. "Everything!
The new-moon stones are absolutely key if you want to see what's really
"Then they're good for something?" asked Jennifer.
"Good for something? Great-grandmother Moffat! New-moon stones
have amazing powers!"
"Powers?" said Jennifer. "Powers for what?"
"For all sorts of things," Moffat told her. "But mostly
they're used for magic."
"Did you say they do magic?" asked Jennifer.
"I certainly did and they certainly do!"
"What kind of magic can this one do?" asked Jennifer.
"Wait'll you seel" said Moffat and he turned his hand over
and let the sprite's new-moon stone dangle on the end of its silver chain.