ocr: He TTM BIR cour EXIT ABC aaaa aaaa AA tm F +I IIII E I SHAF - - OUR TRIP - TOTHE VANISHING POINT ne day, Maggie and I were in our tree house. The sun was high in the sky and it was very hot. Maggie sat cross-legged, a sketch pad on her lap. was waiting for her to finish a cartoon for the newsletterlwas writing. It looked like I might be waiting a long time. She just sat staring into pace, squinting a little. Imust confess, we were both a little bored. we had been hoping Mczee would show up and help out. Often, though, creative sparks show up when you least expect them. Sure enouah iust about t ...