By Julie

One day, I was playing on the beach with my brother Nick. We had built a little fort on the edge by a little creek that went into some woods. “Crab attack! Crab attack! Evacuate immediately!” Nick screamed. We were pretending, of course. Runninng out of our small shelter, we hid behind a small rock that was way too small to completely hide us. “Jessie, the evacuation plan didn’t work,” Nick said, ” We need to elevate, fast! Crab attack!” So Nick and I climbed the sturdiest tree we could find, barefoot. Suddenly, I saw some glinting purple thing washed up on the beach. I showed it to Nick. Once the crabs, not being able to climb trees, cursed us and scuttled back into the ocean, we climbed down. “It must be an ancient pirate treasure! It could be worth finding! It could be purple jewels washed up from Fantasia!” I told Nick. So we ran over to find the glinting purple thing. Purple sunglasses. Worth finding, but definently not anything from Fantasia.
We went back to our humble little shack. We went back to making our super mud bombs and seaweed casserole. We tested our arrows and slingshots. Suddenly, Nick yelled “Eagle attack!! Get underground fast!”
I looked through the “purple telescope sunglasses” and into the most exiting, wierd, strange, cool, terrifying sight of my life.
There were, maybe, three hundred white eagles, carrying torches in their beaks. They had red eyes, and in their talons were big heavy rocks! Some of the eagles dropped theirs and they made huge splashes in the ocean, soaking me to the bone! I took the sunglasses off to run, and there was nothing there! Just calm blue ocean. Never ending. Swimmers swimming. Nothing was wrong.
Nick was hiding under an old tree root. “Jessie, run!” He screamed. Of course I did! I dashed under the tree root and we plummeted down a gopher tunnel. I looked through the sunglasses. The eagles were landed by our fort. They were still holding their torches. They were very confused. “Where did they go?” One of them said. They were so cute! So evil, though. That was when Nick did somthing amazing.
I don’t know how he did it. He snapped his fingers and ran in a circle and jumped up and down. The eagles got dizzy and tired after a minute. “Relax!” He yelled. “Relax and enjoy the show!” He smiled. “From now on you will be loyal, good eagles. You will perform good deeds and save people. And your eyes will be blue, not red. You will wake up when I clap my hands.” He clapped his hands. Their eyes were blue. They flew away. You could see them in a big cloud. I took of the sunglasses. The cloud vanished. Next came the asking Nick about what happened when I put on the glasses and how he hypnotized the eagles. “It’s all very normal, when you have imagination.” Was all he said. I was really confused now. “Are you saying that I didn’t have imagination 10 minutes ago?” I asked, half awake, half stunned. Nick didn’t answer. Now curious, coming out of my trance, I slipped the sunglasses on and looked at the fort. Same as it always was. A little hut. Nick started inside. Keeping the glasses on, I followed.
Our balloon swords were real, his jeweled serpent green and mine jeweled tickle-me-pink. The colors that the balloons were before I tripled my imagination. The mud bombs were perfectly round and slightly damp in a little bin that had once been plastic, now steel with a lock on it. Our seaweed cassaroles were real, real tortillas, not just jungle leaves, and the seaweed inside looked like lettace.
But I wasn’t surprised any more. It was like Nick said. “It’s all very normal when you have imagination.
A few days later, I was Princess Jessie, not just plain old Jessie. Nick was a noble knight. We still played by the seashore. I didn’t need the sunglasses anymore. I could have a lot of imagination without them. We buried them outside the fort. They grew an exotic purple sunglass bush.
It’s just the same as the day that we discovered the purple sunglasses. Except it’s not strange and mysterious and terrifying anymore. It’s all very normal when you have imagination.