Dylan lay there exasperated staring up at the clouds. He didn't notice
that he basketball was rolling toward Pro. It made sense though as
Pro was so massive he was already starting to sink into the ground
creating his own depression in the earth. Pro smacked his lips
hungrily. His tiny hand managed to dribble John the basketball a bit,
and once he was bouncing. Well,the noise made Dylan sit up. He sat up
just in time to see John airborne from one big bounce heading straight
toward Pro's incredibly gaping mouth. There was a terrible popping
sound as Pro's teeth chomped down. The air rushed out of John. As
Dylan climbed to his feet, Pro completely devoured the basketball.
"Stop, Pro, you're eating John!"
"No, I ate a basketball and I'm still hungry! Urp!"
His stomach started rumbling ominously.
"Oh, no," said Dylan, as he fumbled for the wand, "Abracadoozie, I
wish you were tiny and wouldn't explode and that John was okay. Uh, I
know!" He closed his eyes and imagined a cloisonne gym bag he'd seen
at a fancy jewelry store inside it was a tiny porcelain basketball.
That very object now was where Pro had been. He picked up the delicate
objet d'art and shook his head. Why had he made them so fragile?
At least Pro hadn't exploded and John was no longer inside Pro. He
wondered. He aimed the wand at the basketball and said, "I wish you
were John again."
Of course, nothing in magic is ever that simple.
The porcelain basketball changed into a porcelain figurine of John.
Dylan stared at the wand, maybe it couldn't change people back. But
there had to be a way. He shoved Pro in his left pocket and John in
his right pocket and climbed into his truck.