Today is Friday.
Sylvester started home, eager to amaze his parents with the magic pebble. As he was crossing the hill, thinking of what he would wish, he was startled to see a mean, hungry lion was looking at him from behind the tall grass. He was scared. Hadn't he been so scared, he could have make the lion disappear, or he could have wished himself safe at home. He could have wish the lion would turn into a butterfly or a daisy or a gnat. He could have wished many things, but he panicked and couldn't think carefully. He said,"I wish I were a rock," and he became a rock. The lion was perplexed, confused, puzzled and bewildered. He said to himself, "I saw a donkey as clear as the day. How could it be a rock? Maybe I am going crazy." He walked away. And there was Sylvester, a rock on the hill, with the magic pebble lying right beside him on the ground, and he was unable to pick it up. "Oh, how I wish I were myself again," he thought, but nothing happened. He had to be touching the pebble to make the magic work, but there was nothing he could do about it.
