We had played a riveting game of D & D, but it was getting late, and our uncle had a horse running in the fifth race tonight. We big our buds good bye, and headed out to the County Race Track. We had wished Uncle Bob luck by the stall with his horse. As we walked back from the stables, I fingered the black orb, and wished that we were a couple of jocks.
Rastle laughed as he thought of us as jocks. Then he stopped laughing suddenly. I knew why, I stared at him as his mp3 player grew larger in his pocket, while the trees behind him grew taller. We both shrank along with our clothing until we were each less than 5' tall.
The door to the Jockeys' locker room burst open, "There you two are! Get in here and get dressed in your silks, you're riding in the next race!"