Mary was a little peeved. How was she supposed to open the door? It was just way too big. What could she do? Mary was tapping a delicate finger to her lips when a little spout of sparkle emerged from the tip. Mary gasped. What was that? Could it be magic? Mary stared at her hand, nothing seemed to be happening.
If it was magic, how would it work? Maybe if she thought about something and projected that yearning? Mary thought about opening the door, about turning the know and swinging it all the way open. With a swish of her hand toward the door, Mary felt magic sweep through her and at the door. Multicolored sparkles of magic flew at the door, turned the knob and opened it wide.
Mary giggled in a high-pitched voice. Oh, this was going to be great! Collecting her napkin of vials, Mary flew out the door and over to her neighbor's home.