Anna and the Magic Coat

Anna and the Magic Coat

Anna looked out her grandmother's window as dark clouds piled up in the sky. “ I hope it doesn't rain, Oma, " Anna said “ Remember what Opa told you, " Oma said. “ A little rain makes all things better. “ Not school picnics, " said Anna.

“ True, " Oma nodded, “ rain and picnics are not so good. Anna looked at the box of cupcakes with pink icing. Oma and Anna had worked hard on them. “ Rain is not good for cupcakes, either, " said Anna.

Oma tapped her chin. “ I wonder if you could . . . " she murmured. What?” asked Anna. " No, " Oma said, “ you are too young . . . " “ Tell me! " “ I was thinking, " said Oma, “ about Opa's magic coat. "

" Magic coat?” asked Anna. “ It's the long coat, gray as a cloud, that hangs by the door, 'Oma said. Quick as lightning, Anna ran to get the coat.

“ A sailor gave it to Opa long ago, " said Oma. “ Whoever wears it can choose the weather. " Anna put on the coat. “ Oof, magic coats are heavy, " she said