Polar Bears Past Bedtime (Magic Tree House, No. 12)
Mary Pope Osborne
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Jack and Annie are ready for their next fantasy adventure in the bestselling middle-grade series—the Magic Tree House!
It's icicle city . . .
when the Magic Tree House whisks Jack and Annie to the frozen Arctic. Luckily, a seal hunter on a dogsled lends them warm clothes. Unluckily, they get stuck on cracking ice. Will the giant polar bear save them? Or will Jack and Annie become frozen dinners?
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him from icy winds. Before modern times, native people of the Arctic lived by hunting seals, caribou, polar bears, and whales. Jack took out his notebook. He wrote: He was too cold to write any more. He clutched his pack against his chest and blew on his fingers. He wished he were back home in bed. “Morgan said someone was coming to meet us,” said Annie. “If they don’t come soon, we’ll freeze to death,” said Jack. “It’s getting darker and colder.” “Shh. Listen,” said Annie. A
were still freezing. “Oh, thanks!” said Annie. Jack looked up. The seal hunter was giving Annie a pair of fur pants. Then he handed a pair to Jack. “Thanks,” said Jack. He quickly pulled the pants on over his pajamas. Next the seal hunter gave each of them a pair of fur boots and mittens. Jack took off his sneakers and pulled on the boots. He wiggled his frozen fingers into the warm mittens. “I have a quick question,” Jack said to the seal hunter. “Do you know the answer to this riddle?”
read: In cold weather, the seal hunter travels by dogsled. Siberian Huskies often howl like wolves. A lead dog controls the others. The sled’s runners are sometimes made of frozen fish rolled up in sealskin. “Hey, Annie, they’re not wolves,” said Jack. “They’re—” He looked up. Annie was gone. Jack threw the book and notebook into his pack. But he was so fat in his furry clothes that the backpack wouldn’t fit. Jack loosened the shoulder straps and tried to put the backpack on again. It fit.
mask on. “We’re on safe ground,” she said. Jack felt as if he’d been dreaming. He looked around. They had reached the tundra at the edge of the frozen sea. The cubs were romping in the distance. But their mother was sitting nearby, gazing at Jack and Annie. “She waited to make sure we were safe,” said Annie. Jack stared at the polar bear in awe. The words of the seal hunter came back to him: Always thank the animal spirits. “We should thank the polar bear spirit now,” he said. “Of course,”
caused by electrically charged particles from the sun striking atoms and molecules in the earth’s atmosphere. “See, there is a scientific reason!” said Jack. “It’s not the spirits.” Then suddenly all the dancing lights were gone, as if someone had blown out a candle. The magic had ended. Now only the moon shone on the snow. Jack looked around for the polar bear. She was gone. “Where’d she go?” asked Annie. “I don’t know,” said Jack. He looked over the tundra. There was no sign of