3. The Ficus Family
“I think I can see it!”
Eight-year-old Alexander Ficus peered through his trusty, green binoculars out of the speeding, gray, minivan window.
“It would be impossible for you to be able to see it already.” Alexander’s ten-year-old brother Arthur rolled his bright, blue eyes behind round glasses. He didn’t even look up from his copy of Robinson Crusoe. “If my calculations are correct, we are still twenty-five miles away from our destination.”
“I think I can see it!”
Eight-year-old Alexander Ficus peered through his trusty, green binoculars out of the speeding, gray, minivan window.
“It would be impossible for you to be able to see it already.” Alexander’s ten-year-old brother Arthur rolled his bright, blue eyes behind round glasses. He didn’t even look up from his copy of Robinson Crusoe. “If my calculations are correct, we are still twenty-five miles away from our destination.”
“I think I can see it!”
Eight-year-old Alexander Ficus peered through his trusty, green binoculars out of the speeding, gray, minivan window.
“It would be impossible for you to be able to see it already.” Alexander’s ten-year-old brother Arthur rolled his bright, blue eyes behind round glasses. He didn’t even look up from his copy of Robinson Crusoe. “If my calculations are correct, we are still twenty-five miles away from our destination.”