She was so focused on her daydream that she did not notice the tug on her line. When it tugged again it was so strong she lost her grip on the pole. It splashed down into the water. She climbed off the log and reached down to grab it, but it kept moving farther away from her. She followed it for several steps before she looked up. Not far in front of her was a strange bluish light. Allie May had been attentively listening to her Pa’s stories for as long as she could remember. She had no doubt the light hovering between the trees was a will-o-the-wisp and that they were not known to bring good luck. She knew that it would be wise to head in the opposite direction, but hadn’t she just wished for adventure? Hadn’t she been dreaming of facing danger? She forgot all about her fishing pole as the ghostly light beckoned her deeper into the woods. Following seemed like the only possible choice.