The Forgotten Playhouse
By Angie Bromeland The old playhouse was nearly caved in from all those years of being forgotten. But when Bruce and Kate arrived at its doorway, the playhouse seemed to sigh with relief. It sensed a new life was coming. It would be much easier to survive another winter if it was treated with care once more. Bruce and Kate were both thinking the same thing. They looked at each other and smiled. “Let’s get to work,” they said together. They couldn’t wait to make this little forgotten playhouse their own. Moss and lichen covered the windows and the roof sagged. Kate and Bruce peered inside. Sunlight streamed in through the open door. “It isn’t safe with the roof like that,” Bruce said. So he and Kate gathered long, sturdy sticks. Bruce used his knife to cut pieces of twine and tie the sticks together. Then, they stood the bundled sticks in the middle of the playhouse, pushing the ceiling back where it belonged. “Did your Mom pack us any snacks?” Bruce asked. Kate shook her head....