“They’re sleeping,” the waiter said. He bent down to Jimmy’s height. “Have you ever seen a tree sleep?”
Jimmy, staring wide-eyed at the four large downed trees, shook his head.
Looking at the emergency tape and remembering the nasty storm the night before, I asked, “When will these ‘sleeping trees’ stand back up?”
“They missed their alarm this morning, so we aren’t sure.”
“Don’t worry, they’ll be up real soon,” Jimmy said.
It was when we came by a few hours later to find all four trees standing and healthy that I realized that Jimmy had inherited my great-grandfather’s magic.
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