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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Fairy Tales & Fantasy
- Subject: Fantasy / Dreams / Wishes
- Published: 09/27/2017
The Magic Twig
Born 1947, M, from Oceanside, United StatesThe Magic Twig
It wasn’t until Philip got home that he discovered what was different about his twig. It was supposed to be a magic wand. At least, that’s what the grownup at the Wolf Creek Lodge And Resort had said when she gave it to him. But Philip, who was almost seven years old, knew it was only make believe. But that was okay, since the reason he and his mother had gone to the resort in the first place, was to participate in a celebration of all things Harry Potter.
The celebration lasted the entire weekend and was so full of activities, that when Philip and his mother arrived home, he went straight to his room, and after closing his door, collapsed on his bed. While lying on his back, he waved his wand around. But then, remembering what the teenager dressed as Hermione Granger had said about flicking and swishing, pointed his wand at Brownie, his teddy bear, and said, “I wish you were alive, so I’d have someone to play with.”
Philip had no brothers or sisters.
After he said these words, a spark of light momentarily blossomed at the tip of his wand and that’s when Brownie, came alive.
Hopping down from the pile of toys in Philip’s toy box, the now alive bear looked up at Philip and asked, “Would you like to play with me?”
With eyes wide and in total shock, Philip could barely get any words out, but finally he was able to nod and say, “Yes.”
“Good!” replied Brownie. “What should we play?”
Still in shock, Philip slipped off his bed and onto the floor. There he knelt and said, “How about we play ball?”
“That sounds good,” replied the bear.
Philip had a set of sponge-like nerf balls. Taking one from his toy box, he gently tossed it to Brownie who, using both paws, caught the ball then tossed it back.
They continued to toss the ball back and forth for a couple of minutes until Brownie suddenly stopped and said, “That’s enough. Let’s play something else.” But before Philip could think of what to suggest, there came a knock on his bedroom door.
“Philip,” called his mother from the other side of the closed door. “When you’re ready, come downstairs; I have pizza for supper.”
“Is that your mother?” Brownie asked.
Philip nodded.
“Is she nice?”
Surprised, Philip answered, “Yeah, she’s nice.”
“Good,” said Brownie. “I only like nice people.”
While Philip stared at Brownie, he heard his mother ask, “Honey, is there someone else in the room with you?”
“No, it’s only me,” answered Philip quickly. “I’m playing make believe with Brownie.”
“Well, hurry up, and don’t forget to wash your hands before you come downstairs.”
At this point, Brownie asked Philip, “What’s pizza?”
Turning to the bear, Philip replied, “It’s something that tastes really delicious.”
“Can I have some?”
“No!” Philip almost shouted in a moment of panic.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s people food.” Besides, he thought to himself, how could he explain Brownie being alive?
“Well, I want some anyway!”
“I told you, you can’t have any!”
“I don’t care! I WANT PIZZA!”
With panic pushing him, Philip spotted his wand on the bed. Then grabbing the wand, he pointed it at Brownie and said, “I wish you were just a plain teddy bear again.” When nothing happened, Philip became even more desperate. But then remembering once again about the flicking and swishing, Philip repeated his wish to have Brownie become a toy again. This time, a short burst of light appeared at the end of his wand. Suddenly Brownie, who had been standing on his own, collapsed like a rag onto the floor and lay there not moving.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Philip placed his wand back on top of his bed then went into the bathroom to wash his hands and face. From there, he went downstairs into the kitchen to have pizza with his mother.
While he ate, Philip kept wondering how could his wand could have suddenly contained real magic? After all, it was only a twig. But then he remembered something that happened just before he left the lodge.
While standing outside, waiting for his mother, Philip decided to take a short walk. That’s when he tripped over a rock, which caused him to drop his wand into a puddle of water. As he reached into the puddle to retrieve his wand, he noticed a tiny colored pebble sitting at the bottom. It was red in color and looked almost as if it was glowing. That was weird, thought Philip as he started to reach for the pebble, but then heard his mother calling him. Ignoring the pebble, he shook the water off his wand and headed for where his mother was waiting for him.
Now as he sat in his kitchen eating pizza, Philip wondered if it could have been the strange pebble he saw in the water that had made his twig become a real magic wand?
Philip decided not to tell his mother about his magic wand or the mysterious pebble. He was having too much fun making his toys move by themselves. All he had to do was flick and swish at his toys and say what he wanted them to do. His toy cars drove by themselves, while his two toy airplanes flew all around his room. He even made Brownie come alive again.
This time, the bear said, “I want to meet your mother.”
Fear blossoming again inside his stomach, Philip asked, “Why would you want to meet my mother?”
“You said she was nice.”
“So?”
“I told you, I only like nice people.”
“You can’t!” said Philip.
“Why not?”
“Because if she sees you, she’s going to become afraid.”
“Why would she become afraid?”
“Because you’re not supposed to be alive.”
“I don’t care! I want to meet your mother!”
But before Philip could decide to use his wand again to change Brownie back into a stuffed toy, his bedroom door opened unexpectedly. Going stiff with fear, Philip stared at his mother, who was standing in the open doorway. At the same time, Brownie, turned around and, with one of his arms raised, said, “Hi, Philip’s mom.”
At first she didn’t say anything or even move. But then she said, “Oh, you must have found my magic pebble.”
“What pebble?” asked Philip.
“It was small and red and was full of magic.”
When it finally dawned on Philip what his mom was saying, he asked, “Was that pebble yours?”
Nodding, his mother replied, “Yes. I lost it a long time ago.”
Taking a while to calm down, Philip finally told his mother about his magic wand and about seeing the strange pebble in the puddle of water. Afterwards, he, Brownie and his mother drove back to the Wolf Creek Lodge And Resort to look for the pebble. Even before they found it, Philip’s mother told the both of them all about the things she had done with the pebble when she was young. Both Philip and Brownie found her story fascinating. Then once they returned home, Philip’s mom gave Brownie a slice of pizza to try. As Philip had said, it tasted delicious!
The Magic Twig(Tom Di Roma)
The Magic Twig
It wasn’t until Philip got home that he discovered what was different about his twig. It was supposed to be a magic wand. At least, that’s what the grownup at the Wolf Creek Lodge And Resort had said when she gave it to him. But Philip, who was almost seven years old, knew it was only make believe. But that was okay, since the reason he and his mother had gone to the resort in the first place, was to participate in a celebration of all things Harry Potter.
The celebration lasted the entire weekend and was so full of activities, that when Philip and his mother arrived home, he went straight to his room, and after closing his door, collapsed on his bed. While lying on his back, he waved his wand around. But then, remembering what the teenager dressed as Hermione Granger had said about flicking and swishing, pointed his wand at Brownie, his teddy bear, and said, “I wish you were alive, so I’d have someone to play with.”
Philip had no brothers or sisters.
After he said these words, a spark of light momentarily blossomed at the tip of his wand and that’s when Brownie, came alive.
Hopping down from the pile of toys in Philip’s toy box, the now alive bear looked up at Philip and asked, “Would you like to play with me?”
With eyes wide and in total shock, Philip could barely get any words out, but finally he was able to nod and say, “Yes.”
“Good!” replied Brownie. “What should we play?”
Still in shock, Philip slipped off his bed and onto the floor. There he knelt and said, “How about we play ball?”
“That sounds good,” replied the bear.
Philip had a set of sponge-like nerf balls. Taking one from his toy box, he gently tossed it to Brownie who, using both paws, caught the ball then tossed it back.
They continued to toss the ball back and forth for a couple of minutes until Brownie suddenly stopped and said, “That’s enough. Let’s play something else.” But before Philip could think of what to suggest, there came a knock on his bedroom door.
“Philip,” called his mother from the other side of the closed door. “When you’re ready, come downstairs; I have pizza for supper.”
“Is that your mother?” Brownie asked.
Philip nodded.
“Is she nice?”
Surprised, Philip answered, “Yeah, she’s nice.”
“Good,” said Brownie. “I only like nice people.”
While Philip stared at Brownie, he heard his mother ask, “Honey, is there someone else in the room with you?”
“No, it’s only me,” answered Philip quickly. “I’m playing make believe with Brownie.”
“Well, hurry up, and don’t forget to wash your hands before you come downstairs.”
At this point, Brownie asked Philip, “What’s pizza?”
Turning to the bear, Philip replied, “It’s something that tastes really delicious.”
“Can I have some?”
“No!” Philip almost shouted in a moment of panic.
“Why not?”
“Because it’s people food.” Besides, he thought to himself, how could he explain Brownie being alive?
“Well, I want some anyway!”
“I told you, you can’t have any!”
“I don’t care! I WANT PIZZA!”
With panic pushing him, Philip spotted his wand on the bed. Then grabbing the wand, he pointed it at Brownie and said, “I wish you were just a plain teddy bear again.” When nothing happened, Philip became even more desperate. But then remembering once again about the flicking and swishing, Philip repeated his wish to have Brownie become a toy again. This time, a short burst of light appeared at the end of his wand. Suddenly Brownie, who had been standing on his own, collapsed like a rag onto the floor and lay there not moving.
Breathing a huge sigh of relief, Philip placed his wand back on top of his bed then went into the bathroom to wash his hands and face. From there, he went downstairs into the kitchen to have pizza with his mother.
While he ate, Philip kept wondering how could his wand could have suddenly contained real magic? After all, it was only a twig. But then he remembered something that happened just before he left the lodge.
While standing outside, waiting for his mother, Philip decided to take a short walk. That’s when he tripped over a rock, which caused him to drop his wand into a puddle of water. As he reached into the puddle to retrieve his wand, he noticed a tiny colored pebble sitting at the bottom. It was red in color and looked almost as if it was glowing. That was weird, thought Philip as he started to reach for the pebble, but then heard his mother calling him. Ignoring the pebble, he shook the water off his wand and headed for where his mother was waiting for him.
Now as he sat in his kitchen eating pizza, Philip wondered if it could have been the strange pebble he saw in the water that had made his twig become a real magic wand?
Philip decided not to tell his mother about his magic wand or the mysterious pebble. He was having too much fun making his toys move by themselves. All he had to do was flick and swish at his toys and say what he wanted them to do. His toy cars drove by themselves, while his two toy airplanes flew all around his room. He even made Brownie come alive again.
This time, the bear said, “I want to meet your mother.”
Fear blossoming again inside his stomach, Philip asked, “Why would you want to meet my mother?”
“You said she was nice.”
“So?”
“I told you, I only like nice people.”
“You can’t!” said Philip.
“Why not?”
“Because if she sees you, she’s going to become afraid.”
“Why would she become afraid?”
“Because you’re not supposed to be alive.”
“I don’t care! I want to meet your mother!”
But before Philip could decide to use his wand again to change Brownie back into a stuffed toy, his bedroom door opened unexpectedly. Going stiff with fear, Philip stared at his mother, who was standing in the open doorway. At the same time, Brownie, turned around and, with one of his arms raised, said, “Hi, Philip’s mom.”
At first she didn’t say anything or even move. But then she said, “Oh, you must have found my magic pebble.”
“What pebble?” asked Philip.
“It was small and red and was full of magic.”
When it finally dawned on Philip what his mom was saying, he asked, “Was that pebble yours?”
Nodding, his mother replied, “Yes. I lost it a long time ago.”
Taking a while to calm down, Philip finally told his mother about his magic wand and about seeing the strange pebble in the puddle of water. Afterwards, he, Brownie and his mother drove back to the Wolf Creek Lodge And Resort to look for the pebble. Even before they found it, Philip’s mother told the both of them all about the things she had done with the pebble when she was young. Both Philip and Brownie found her story fascinating. Then once they returned home, Philip’s mom gave Brownie a slice of pizza to try. As Philip had said, it tasted delicious!
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