“Oh dear,” said Arnold when he looked outside.
Arnold and his best friend, Louise, had been planning to have a picnic.
The dark clouds suggested otherwise.
Arnold went to Louise’s house to tell her the bad news.
“Louise?” called Arnold.
“There is no one here by that name,” said a voice.
“Louise?” Arnold asked again.
“I am NOT Louise,” she said, storming out. “I am the Great Louweezie! I can predict the future.”
Arnold raised an eyebrow.
“I came to tell you that we can’t have our picnic today,” he said. “It looks like rain.”
“Today is not a day for picnics!” announced the Great Louweezie.
“Correct,” said Arnold.
“Aha!” The Great Louweezie put out her hand. “Ten cents, please.”
Arnold shook his head.
“You don’t have ten cents,” said the Great Louweezie. “I knew it! The Great Louweezie sees all. The Great Louweezie knows all.”
“Okay, Your Greatness,” said Arnold. “What am I thinking about now?”
Inside his pocket, his fingers found his lucky marble.
The Great Louweezie stared deep into Arnold’s eyes. What if she says “a marble”?
Reading minds? Predicting the future?
Arnold was pretty sure those things were impossible, even for the Great Louweezie.
Copyright © 2019 by Erica S. Perl; illustrated by Chris Chatterton. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.