1 Fly Ball

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1 FLY BALL The early Saturday-morning air was damp and chilly. Jack sat on his front porch steps. His chin was cupped in his hands. Annie came out the front door. "Do you want Mom to take us to the rec center now?" she asked. It was the day for baseball tryouts. "I've decided not to go," said Jack. Annie sat down next to him. "What's

wrong?" she asked. "I can't stop thinking about last season's tryouts," said Jack. "I fell down when I swung the bat. Everybody laughed." "Yeah, well, everybody laughed at me, too," said Annie. "Remember, I threw the ball to the wrong team." "So maybe neither of us should go," said Jack. "But our whole family loves baseball," said Annie. "We read about it. We watch it. We learn batting averages. We—" Before Annie could finish, something dropped from the sky and rolled across their front yard. "What's that?" said Jack. He and Annie ran down the steps. A small white ball lay in the grass. Annie grabbed it. "It's a baseball!" she said. "Where did it come from?" said Jack.

He and Annie walked to the sidewalk and looked up and down their street. No one was there. "Maybe it's from another world," whispered Annie. She handed the ball to Jack.