Matt jogged back into his father's room and quickly started wrapping up the wand in the old parchment once more. The clock read 4:35pm as he put the slim,
silver wand back. Quickly, he turned the TV off and started to head back to his room.
The silence outside suddenly dawned on him. Where was the basketball noise? Feeling butterflies in his stomach, Brett went into the bathroom and looked out the
window.
The view was further away than his own bedroom window, but he could still see the overgrown back yard where Brett had been bouncing his ball. The weedy
backyard was empty. Matt shook his head; Brett must have gone inside ... that was it. Then he caught a glimpse of something in the tall weeds next door. His heart
froze.
There, on the edge of the trashcans, was a pile of clothing ... Brett's clothing! Not only that, but at the edge of them was a tiny, pale-colored animal moving about.
Matt could hardly believe his eyes! His wish had come true!
He quickly began to ponder his next move; afterall, the wand worked! But who knew how often or for how long?
In the distance, towards the front of the house, he heard his father's car pull up in the drive. Thinking quickly, he dashed back into his Dad's room and unwrapped
the small wand. Pointing it at himself, he muttered, "I wish I could summon this wand whenever I really need it..."
He didn't feel anything; no tingle or warmth, but he got the impression that it had worked. Quickly, he began to wrap it back up again with the intent on heading out
to go after his tiny neighbor.