When Susan was little, her one desire was to grow as tall as her brother, Peter. She loved watching Peter and his friends. They were always busy doing things: playing soccer, building things, flying kites, talking to each other in codes that she couldn’t understand, or just plain horsing around. She wanted to be part of the fun they appeared to be having, to take part in the games he played with his friends, but alas, all she heard was, “You’re too little, Susan. Wait till you’re older and have grown some more.”
When was this miracle supposed to take place? I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever, poor Susan thought. At the rate I’m growing, I’ll never catch up with Peter and his friends.
Why isn’t she growing? She had to try and figure it out because sometimes, when she looks at her shadow, she appears to be quite tall, almost as tall as Peter, come to think of it. Maybe there is something to this shadow thing, and she intends to get to the bottom of it.