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The Incredible Twisting Arm
The Incredible Twisting Arm
The Incredible Twisting Arm
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The Incredible Twisting Arm

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Want to see something incredible?
I can twist my arm all the way around.
All it takes is a little magic…

Life is a little easier for Mike now that he's found The White Rabbit magic shop. But after missing a special show from a visiting magician, Mike realizes h needs a way to get to the shop by himself. Unfortunately, he's exhausted after only a week of being a model student, and Nora, his magician assistant and expert on good behavior, is distracted by a new friendship. Convincing his parents he's responsible enough to ride his bike downtown alone will take a miracle…or maybe, magic.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 22, 2014
ISBN9781250060273
The Incredible Twisting Arm
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Kate Egan

Kate Egan’s gifts and talents all involve words. She is the author of a picture book, Kate and Nate Are Running Late!, and a chapter book series, The Magic Shop, both published by Feiwel and Friends. Her work has been named to many state reading lists, selected by the Junior Library Guild, and recognized as “Best of the Year” by Amazon. She is also a freelance editor, a prolific ghostwriter, and an occasional book reviewer. Kate lives with her family on the coast of Maine.

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    The Incredible Twisting Arm - Kate Egan

    Chapter 1

    THE REWARD

    Friday afternoon. The end of another long week of fourth grade.

    The principal hadn’t called Mike’s parents. Not even once. Mike had earned two green tickets for being a good citizen of his classroom, and no red tickets for poor choices. He’d finished his homework on time and sat through the Friday spelling test. But man, was he tired. And it felt like he was getting a cold. Mike didn’t know how Nora, his next-door neighbor, handled being a model student week after week. Maybe it was easier if you were a genius.

    The car slowed down and Mike’s mom pulled into a parking spot just as a bleep announced she had a new text. Why don’t you go on without me? she said to Mike. I’ll be there in a second.

    Good thing, because he couldn’t wait much longer. He’d been counting the hours since Monday. His reward for a smooth week? A trip to The White Rabbit, the local magic shop. To Mike, it was better than a ride on a roller coaster. Better than a week of snow days. Better than an ice-cream sundae! He practically ran to the door.

    Anyone walking into The White Rabbit for the first time might think it was an antiques shop or a flea market. That’s what Mike had thought, anyway. It was full of dusty furniture and things you might find in someone’s attic after they died. All that stuff was sort of awesomely mysterious. But the best part about The White Rabbit was a little room, hidden in the back. It was full of equipment for magic tricks!

    It turned out that the owner of The White Rabbit, Mr. Zerlin, was a magician. Did that mean he was a guy who could do tricks? Or a guy who had magic powers? Mike still didn’t know. But there was one thing he knew for sure. For some reason, Mr. Zerlin was convinced that he—Mike!—could be a magician too. It was like some sixth sense allowed Mr. Zerlin to see something special about him. No wonder Mike was grinning as the door shut behind him.

    Hey, Mike! said a teenager behind the counter. Carlos was here most afternoons. You’d call it a part-time job, except it wasn’t like any job Mike had ever heard of. Mostly what Carlos did was play with the magic stuff, show it off for customers, and practice new tricks.

    Mike’s smile grew even bigger. Carlos knew his name now!

    Want to see something cool? Carlos asked. I just can’t figure this out.

    He came out from behind the counter and walked to a nearby table. Carlos wiped the dust off with the arm of his sweatshirt. Then he put his right hand down horizontally on the table, fingers facing toward the left. Slowly, he began to twist the hand toward his body.

    Okay… said Mike. He didn’t get it. Carlos wasn’t doing anything unusual at all.

    I bet you can do that, Carlos admitted. "But can you do this? I’m pretty sure this isn’t normal. Maybe I’m double-jointed or something—I don’t know."

    Mike knew a kid who was double-jointed. He didn’t know what that meant, exactly, except that the kid could bend his thumb all the way back until it touched his wrist. He did it on purpose, to freak people out.

    So he watched as Carlos kept twisting his hand, a little more slowly. It was facing toward the right now. It looked like it hurt, but Carlos kept twisting. And twisting. And twisting … until the hand went all the way around, like a hand on a clock. There was a terrible cracking sound while he did it. That double-jointed kid couldn’t do anything like this! No one could—outside of a horror

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