Jack Frost’s eyes grew very wide. “Celebrate? Like a … party?” he said slowly.
“I think they wanted you to be really surprised, which is why they waited to throw the party until today,” Rachel explained carefully.
A huge smile covered Jack Frost’s icy face. He threw his hands in the air. “Of course! That makes perfect sense! I should have known! After all, it takes a while to plan a big, important bash.”
Kirsty glanced down at her watch. “Exactly! I just hope you don’t miss it …”
Jack Frost gasped. “They can’t start without the guest of honor! I have to go!” He disappeared in a burst of chilly air and swirling snowflakes.
Rachel flopped down on the ground. “That was close!”
“You’re telling me,” Kirsty said with a relieved sigh. “Now we need to get back—Ivy’s graduation is about to start!”
Rachel jumped to her feet, and together the girls ran to the main lawn of the park. They quickly found Rachel’s parents and took their seats just as music began to play. To their relief, everything seemed to be in place! The speakers were working, Principal Doogan had arrived with the diplomas, and the list of the graduates’ names was up on the podium where it belonged.
The girls caught their breath as they watched the graduates file down the aisle, wearing caps and gowns. When Ivy walked by, she waved and gave her family a huge smile. Rachel and Kirsty couldn’t help cheering!
“I can’t wait to hear Ivy’s big speech and see her collect her diploma,” Rachel whispered.
Kirsty squeezed her best friend’s hand. “We know she’s going to do great, thanks to Chelsea!”
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Kirsty Tate gazed happily at the rows of bushes, her bare arm resting on the open window as the car traveled along the bumpy country road. Pretty red, yellow, and pink flowers were tangled among the green leaves. She could smell the tangy aroma of cut grass and the earthiness of freshly turned soil.
“We’re almost there, girls,” said Mrs. Tate from the driver’s seat. “Look!”
She slowed the car and pointed at a sign at the side of the winding road.
2 MILES—WILD WOODS NATURE RESERVE
Kirsty smiled at her best friend, Rachel Walker, who was sitting beside her.
“I’m so excited,” said Rachel. “The sun’s shining, we’ve got the whole summer vacation stretched out ahead of us, and a whole week to spend here at the reserve with the animals.”
It was the start of summer vacation, and Kirsty and Rachel were on their way to Wild Woods, their local nature reserve. Rachel was staying with Kirsty, and their parents had arranged for them to spend every day that week at the reserve as volunteers. As the car turned up a rough, narrow road, their hearts raced with anticipation.
“I can’t wait to help out as a junior ranger,” said Kirsty.
“It will be so cool to see the animals!”
At the end of the road was an archway, printed with green words:
WELCOME TO WILD WOODS NATURE RESERVE
Mrs. Tate drove through the archway and stopped the car next to a small wooden hut. The door of the hut opened and a tan woman with dark brown hair came out. She was wearing khaki shorts, a white shirt, and hiking boots. She waved at them and smiled.
“Look, there’s Becky,” said Mrs. Tate. “She’s the head of Wild Woods.”
Rachel and Kirsty jumped out of the car, and Becky walked over to them.
“It’s great to see you,” said Becky, shaking their hands. “I’m really glad that you’ll be spending the week with us. It’s great to meet young people who are interested in conservation.”
“We can’t wait to get started!” said Rachel excitedly.
“I thought you could begin by exploring the reserve on your own a little,” said Becky. “It’s the best way to get a feel for it. I’ll meet you back here this afternoon and give you your first task.”
“That sounds great!” Kirsty cheered.
“A real adventure!” Rachel added.
“These two love adventures!” said Mrs. Tate with a laugh.
They grabbed their backpacks and some supplies for the day.
“Do you have everything?” asked Mrs. Tate kindly.
Kirsty peered into her backpack. “Camera, notebook, raincoat, pens, binoculars, sunscreen …” She grinned at her mother. “Yes, I think I’ve remembered everything!”
Mrs. Tate kissed her and gave Kirsty a hug. “Have a fantastic time,” she said.
Rachel and Kirsty waved good-bye and hurried down a winding path into the reserve. As soon as they were out of sight, Kirsty paused and took a deep breath of fresh air. “I feel as if there’s no one else for miles and miles,” she said.
“It’s wonderful!” Rachel smiled, turning around slowly on the spot. “I can see dragonflies, bumblebees, and even a kingfisher!”
They were standing beside a large pond, which was surrounded by catttails. Everywhere they looked, they saw animals. Hares peeked at them, ducks paddled nearby, and otters slipped into the water. Kirsty fumbled in her backpack and pulled out her camera.
“This place is incredible,” she said, taking picture after picture.
“Look over there,” said Rachel, pulling out her camera, too. “The frog on that lily pad looks just like my stuffed animal at home.”
“He does look familiar,” Kirsty agreed, looking through her camera lens and zooming in. “Hang on—that’s no ordinary frog! It’s Bertram!”
Their friend, a royal frog footman from Fairyland, waved and came hopping over to them. Rachel and Kirsty knelt down beside the edge of the pond and smiled at him.
“Hello, Rachel and Kirsty!” he said in a surprised voice. “I didn’t expect to meet you two here!”
“We didn’t expect to see you, either,” said Rachel with a giggle.
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