"I'll have to find me a job to be able to afford the Wishing Powder," you sigh.
"You can work for me to make money," suggests Swizzle.
"I'd love to!" you practically shout.
"Careful of the ear drums," smiles Swizzle," I like you're style, can you work tonight?"
You quickly think it over and say," Only after 7, have to have dinner with mom and dad."
"Well then," Swizzle says," since you're so egger for the Wishing Powder I'll give it to you now. Remember to be here at 7 o'clock, no matter what, or I'll have to use some black magic, and I'm not joking about that."
"Ok," you say taking the Wishing Powder from Swizzle's hand," I'll be here."
"Ok," says Swizzle," have a nice day."
You leave the store and walk home with the Wishing Powder in your hands, you can't wait to use it and the possibility to use it on.
You arrive home to see that your brother's, Mike, big red truck is still in the drive way and he's probably still sleeping.
You walk inside through the side door and into the kitchen and drop off your shoes and walk into the living room and you look outside the front window to see that it's still a blue sky.
You sit down on the couch and open your bag and take out the Wishing Powder and leave the CD in the bag.
It look pretty simple to use, add a bit to a liquid, drink, then say or think your wish.
You're set, but then more ideas flood your mind, you know you want to get fat, but what should you do?
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