Suddenly, the hummingbird’s wings whirled even faster and faster, forming a spiral of golden‑white light around her.
Straight up and out of that spiral she rocketed—at least 50 feet high before she stopped and dove.
She zoomed toward Timmy, a dazzling streak of colored light.
Light that pierced the ground at his feet and transformed itself into an oak tree.
“Why . . . Why . . . Why are you an . . . an oak tree?” Timmy stuttered.
“Am I just an oak tree, Timmy?
Is that all you see?” came the reply.
