Hi, my name is Andy.
This is my friend Terry.
We live in a tree.
Well, when I say “tree,” I mean treehouse. And when I say “treehouse,” I don’t just mean any old treehouse—I mean a 39-story treehouse.
(It used to be a 26-story treehouse, but we’ve added another 13 storys.)
So what are you waiting for?
Come on up!
We’ve added a trampoline (without a net),
a chocolate waterfall,
an active (non-erupting) volcano,
an opera house,
a baby-dinosaur petting zoo,
an Andy and Terry’s Believe It … or Else! Museum,
a boxing elephant called The Trunkinator (he can knock you out with one punch from his mighty trunk),
a not-very-merry-go-round,
an X-ray room (where you can see your own skeleton),
a disco with a light-up dance floor and giant mirror ball,
a high-tech office with laser-erasers, semi-automatic staple guns and jet-propelled swivel chairs,
and the world’s scariest rollercoaster (it’s so fast, so dangerous, and so terrifying that even dead people are scared to go on it),
and, on top of all that, there’s a level that is so new that Terry hasn’t even finished it yet … I can’t wait to see what it is!
As well as being our home, the treehouse is also where we make books together. I write the words and Terry draws the pictures.
As you can see, we’ve been doing this for quite a while now.
Sure, it’s easy to get distracted when you live in a 39-story treehouse … I mean, there’s just so much to do …
but somehow we always get our book written in the end.
