I turned the book around so that it was ready to be read. I looked at Amanda and wished, "I wish that this book would change back into the woman it was before." I knew that wish did not have any preconceived connotations.
Amanda and I watched in wonder as the book appeared to be liquid and a small figurine formed out of it. It rose up, forming a head and then a torso. Soon, the book flowed into a 6" female body of liquid. After 10 seconds, it solidified into a woman with pink flesh, a blue dress, white blouse, tennis shoes and a big smile. Little-amanda moved a little and spun around, surveying everything around her.
"Did you make me into a book?" she squeaked. Her voice was hard to hear. "What happened?" she asked.
Amanda and I leaned closer, trying to understand the little woman better. Her squeaky voice was difficult to hear. Little-amanda liked the additional attention and twirled around again. "Was I a book?" she squeaked again.
I looked at the original Amanda. "I wish we could hear her better," said without thinking what I said.
The ring obliged.