Finally he got lucky and grabbed a feather duster. A feather duster?!?! Andrew looked at it with anger. What a stupid prize! Stupid, stupid, stupid! What could he do with such a thing? Who would even put this sport of prize in the machine in the first place? A moron, that's who it was! And of course he had been the one to pick it up! Angry, he stuffed the stupid object in his bag, hoping none of his friends or acquaintances would see him with it. Besides, it was bright pink, with feathery plumes and a black handle. Truly something for girls. He smirked at that thought. It really was a useful thing only for women. He'd give it to his mom or his little sister. At least his little sister would do something useful with it. Of course, he was thinking like a jerk but he didn't care. Andrew was not what anyone would think of as a good person. He could be rude and mean if he knew he could get away with. Luckily, the feather duster was magic and would teach him a lesson soon. As Andrew went back home and settled for the night, he spoke rudely to hid little disaster, hit her for fun and mocked her which brought him great pleasure. A mean selfish pleasure. But as he slept, the feather duster, forgotten in his backpack, started to glow of the same pink color. The magic was about to emerge. The duster sensed this jerk was in need of a lesson and it was the means to get Andrew to finally alter his attitude or make him sorely regret it. The rude youth was about to become a tickle toy.