Today is Monday.
They sat down to eat. Sylvester was now as wide awake as a donkey that was a rock could possibly be. Mrs. Duncan felt some mysterious excitement. "You know, Father," she said suddenly, "I have the strangest feeling that our dear Sylvester is still alive and not far away." "I am, I am!" Sylvester wanted to shout, but he couldn’t. If only he had realized that the pebble resting on his back was the magic pebble! "Oh, how I wish he were here with us on this lovely May day," said Mrs Duncan. Mr. Duncan looked sadly at the ground. "Don’t you wish too, Father?" she said. He looked at her as if to say, "How can you ask such a question?" Mr. and Mrs. Duncan looked at each other with great sorrow. "I wish I were myself again, I wish I were my real self again!" thought Sylvester. And in less than an instant, he was! You can imagine the scene that followed – the embraces, the kisses, the questions, the answers, the loving looks, and the fond exclamations! When they had eventually calmed down a bit, and had gotten home, Mr. Duncan put the magic pebble in an iron safe. Some day they might want to use it, but really, for now, what more could they wish for? They all had all that they wanted.
