The Mystery in the Pines
By Angie Bromeland Deep in the confines of the tallest pines in the mountain, a light shined divinely. Only the mountain goats and black bears visited here. That is, until one day a lumberjack named Jerry was tramping through the mountain forest and got beaned by a pinecone. The truth is, he probably wouldn’t have looked up if not for the pinecone. Jerry rubbed his head—the pinecone had fallen from such a distance on the tall pine that it really did hurt a bit—and looked up. He saw the light shining down. “Well, what on earth…” he said quietly to no one at all. Jerry couldn’t tell what the light was coming from. But it definitely wasn’t the sun. Jerry used his keen eyes to see if he could find an electric cord twining up a tree, but of course there was no electricity here in the remote wilderness, so it couldn’t be a light bulb. Jerry wondered if some sort of creature was responsible for the light. He decided to set up camp so he could see for himself in the light of the follo...