Novelas y relatos de Arthur Shrek 3

He picks up a fallen branch from the ground and holds it over his head, like I don’t see his small arms shaking. “Very impressive,” I agree, hiding my smile behind one of the red mittens Augustine knitted for me. A final crack signals that Arthur has cut through the trunk. The tree sways, then falls with a soft whoosh into the snow. Arthur whirls around to grin at us, looking just as proud as Miles with his little stick. Together, the three of us drag the tree back to the cabin. By the time we reach the porch, we’re all breathing hard, both from exertion and laughter.