Dylan reaches into his right pocket for his car keys, and pulls out
John the porcelain basketball with the keys. The orange shiny ball
rolls across his leg and bounces out the door of the truck - or did it
go under the front seat? Oops. He shoved the key into the ignition,
and bent over to look for John. As Dylan bent over the wand in back
pocket slipped through steering wheel and Dylan banged his head under
the dashboard.
"Yeow! Friggin'dang it, I wish this pickup was a giant monster truck
where I couldn't bump my head when I looked under the seat."
There was a tremendous sound of twisting crashing metal, and then
there was an upward motion, and Dylan found himself hurled forward off
his driver's seat. He didn't need to worry about hitting his head on
the dashboard now though as it was soaring several stories above him.
He stood and looked under the seat. The normal 4 inch gap was now more
like 8 feet. Dylan wasn't a math wiz, but he could figure out that if
4 inches now equaled 96 inches. Then his 7' 4" truck was now 24 times
bigger. It was 176 feet tall? That was almost twenty stories. He
stared up at the driver's seat high over his head, and then at the
steering wheel still higher up. He shook his head. As he was
watching, he saw the ignition key turn of its own accord. The engine
roared to life. It sounded different than he expected a giant truck
engine to sound, it sounded more alive. What was it he had wished for
-a giant truck or a giant "monster" truck"? The vehicle trembled as
the engine roared and Dylan was shaken so badly he was knocked off his
feet.
Dylan wasn't the only thing shaken. A tiny orange basketball rolled
toward him from the dark chasm under his former seat, and the wand
which had been balanced on the giant steering wheel rolled off and
fell toward him.
Dylan's mind was racing with options, he had to take control of the
truck. Should he wish himself to be a giant or a giant ape or maybe
someone who could change size at will like Apache Chief, or maybe? Or
maybe he should wish the truck was normal size, but he was nervous
that that wish might shrink him along with the truck and then he'd be
still too small to drive and just the right size for hungry birds and
cats.
What should he do?