The Ship in the Mango Tree

Ammi's hand was on the storeroom door handle.

Danish's breath stopped. Inside, Zib was curled behind an old pot — eyes shut, mouth shut, perfectly still. Danish had taught him this: if someone comes, become a big toy.

The door opened. Bulb light fell inside. Ammi's eyes landed straight on Zib.

"What is this?" Ammi stepped forward and picked up the blue "toy."

Danish's heart was pounding so hard he was afraid Ammi could hear it.