From award-winning British author/illustrator Foreman (War Game, 1994, etc.) comes another story of Jack and his tale-spinning grandfather. When Grandfather was a little boy, he wrote a letter to his father. While he slept, his pencil began writing of its own accord, recounting the tale of its origins, as well as those of the door and the floorboards. The window blew open and a strong wind rushed in, knocking the pencil to the floor and carrying the paper, all covered with stories, back to the forest. Grandfather tells Jack about the pencil that disappeared, and when Jack runs home to his room, there, under the floorboards, is the pencil! He uses it to write a thank-you note to his grandfather and leaves it lying on the paper when he goes to sleep. In the middle of the night, when all is quiet, the pencil begins to write again. A hauntingly beautiful tale about the secret, imagined lives of (seemingly) inanimate objects. The rich, saturated watercolors are suggestive of the power of the night and the hidden magic of dreams.