He was afraid of the enormous, noisy, confusing genie that he expected to come out, and he was afraid of wasting the power of change. Mom and dad had changed his house, his neighborhood, his friends, his schedule, his preschool – his whole life – and that was without a magic lamp, even!
What a lazy girl! All she wanted to do was sit around and read or watch television or gaze at nothing. The grownups had to wake her up from some kind of daze to get her to do anything.
I’ve been wanting to write a story about this “cave art” for a long time, so thank you, Story A Day May, for making that happen. 🙂
