7. Turning the Tables

TURNING THE TABLES 7 Icicles crashed to the floor as Sam and Lucy raced toward the kitchen. A huge icy spike smashed right in front of them. "Yikes!" Lucy exclaimed. "That one nearly got us!" Sam gripped Lucy's hand. They were too far from the hall to go back. And they were too far from the kitchen to keep going.

Sam looked up. A long razor-sharp icicle hung above them. It was about to drop... "Take cover!" Sam yelled. Together, Sam and Lucy dove beneath a lunch table. A second later, there was a tremendous CRASH! The icicle shattered just inches from their hiding spot. "What do we do now?" Lucy asked. "We need to get that salt before Antonio becomes an ice pop!

They were trapped, and Sam knew time was running out. We're safe under this table, thought Sam. But we can't just stay here... "Wait!" Sam exclaimed. "Maybe we can bring this table with us! We'll carry it over our heads, like an umbrella all the way to the kitchen! Like a shield!" "That's a good idea. But look," Lucy said, pointing. The table legs were frozen solid to the floor. Sam stared at the icy floor. Now what?