Sam and the Cardboard Rocket

Sam was seven years old, and he loved two things more than anything in the whole wide world: stars, and cardboard boxes.

One Saturday morning, a huge box arrived at Sam's house. It had held a new washing machine, and now it sat in the garden, big and brown and empty. Sam's eyes went wide. "Ruby!" he called to his little sister. "This isn't a box. It's a rocket!"