“To look at,” said the sergeant major, fumbling in his pocket, “it’s just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy.” He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously.
“And you want to play basketball?” His father’s brows knitted over deep brown eyes. “That must be some kind of a joke. Now you just get into your room and hit those books.”
Okay Sergeant Major. See you later.
Here Mr.White, I want you to have this. But remember, it only has one wish left. Be wisely as you choose.
Okay honey, but I know I'm doing.
Honey, hurry up an used that thing because I don't know what that thing does!