Aaron Robertson's Sycamore
by Louis Charles,
Almost nothing is known about Louis Charles, whose abandoned handwritten manuscripts were found discovered by Sidewalk Labs in an ornate jewelry box. None of the five manuscripts were dated, but they appear to be late 19th or early 20th century.
In the first of these newly discovered classics, a little boy named Aaron travels through a tree in a nonsense fantasy in the style of The Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, and The Phantom Tollbooth. His dreams and wonders take him through a magical land of creatures – Feathers, Shells, Fins, and others – as he seeks out the dread Magistrate, who seems to be the keeper of the land.
AFTER HIS SISTERS finished telling stories and instead began conversing about how to properly hold a teacup and saucer, Aaron became bored. “What difference does it make how you hold it,” he said to himself, “as long as the tea doesn’t spill on its way to your mouth?”
So he got up from the picnic blanket, left his sisters behind and instead went to the other end of the park, to what he thought of has his tree house. It wasn’t really a tree house; really it was just a fortuitous arrangement of branches that formed a little alcove, but he had made the little hiding spot his own.
Here he could disappear into the branches and daydream, away from the other children who played in the park – Aaron liked to be by himself more, it seemed, than other children did – but near enough that his sisters could find him easily when they were ready to return home. He imagined he was king in his very own castle, a sprawling estate with butlers and scullery maids and lords and ladies dancing in ballrooms. He pictured the scene, his eyes half-closed, drifting nearly to sleep as he watched two birds chattering and pretended they were knights arguing over who would defend the king, when suddenly something whizzed by his head, making the most beautiful sound, and caused him to sit up in surprise.