Paul, anguished, stared down at his tiny slaves, trying to figure out what to do, when suddenly he heard the front door bang open. One of his sons was home!
"You two wait right here," Paul told Jim and Matt. They nodded, knowing they had no choice. "In fact," continued Paul, miffed at his miniature neighbor for his impudence, "while I'm gone, Jim, I want you to spend the entire time telling your son about your deepest secrets and most embarrassing moments. All of those things you'd just die if anyone knew."
Jim blushed crimson, but nodded his acknowledgement. As Paul stepped out of the room, he saw him turn to Matt and start talking. "I wonder what he'll say," Paul thought, suddenly curious about what secrets the owner of a magic wand could have. But it would have to wait. Right now, there was more important business to attend to.
Paul crept down the stairs, trying to keep out of sight but still determine who had come in the door. As he approached the living room, he saw his middle son, Bryan, collapsed in the armchair, watching television. Paul snuck up behind him and put his reduced hands on the sides of Bryan's head. "Bryan, don't turn around."
"Huh!" Bryan nearly jumped out of his skin, and he was halfway turned around before his father said again, "Don't turn around! Just stay there!"
"Dad! What's going on?!?" Bryan remained facing forward, but his body was quivering with curiosity and unease.
Paul prayed his plan would work. "Just take this silver stick and say, 'I wish Dad were back to normal in every way!'"
"Huh?"
"Just DO it!" Paul pressed the wand into Bryan's hand.
"I don't understand!"
"Bryan, just say, 'I wish Dad were back to normal in every way!' Do it now!"
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