There they were, with no effort. He was again sitting in that whirling world of snowflakes, atop the hill.
Jonas grinned with delight, and blew his own steamy breath into view. Then, as he had been instructed, he looked down.
He saw his own hands, furred again with snow, holding the rope. He saw his legs, and moved them aside for a glimpse of the sled beneath.
Dumbfounded, he stared at it. This time it was not a fleeting impression.
This time the sled had— and continued to have, as he blinked, and stared at it again—that same mysterious quality that the apple had had so briefly.
And Fiona’s hair. The sled did not change. It simply was—whatever the thing was.
Jonas opened his eyes and was still on the bed. The Giver was watching him curiously.
“Yes,” Jonas said slowly. “I saw it, in the sled.” “Let me try one more thing. Look over there, to the bookcase.
Do you see the very top row of books, the ones behind the table, on the top shelf?”
Jonas sought them with his eyes. He stared at them, and they changed.
But the change was fleeting. It slipped away the next instant.
“It happened,” Jonas said. “It happened to the books, but it went away again.”
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