“Hey Ajdin, what are you up to?” asked Uncle Tibbs.
“Oh, I’m just practicing for my magic show,” I replied. “It is not as easy as it looks.”
“Oh? Do you need some help?” he asked.
“Actually… yes! You can definitely help me practice for it,” I said excitedly.
“Uhh, why do I have the feeling I’m going to regret this?” said Uncle Tibbs.
“Uncle Tibbs, you just sit still right over there, ok?” I lifted my magic wand.
“Ajdin, wait! What are you going to do? What type of trick–“
Then I said the magic words.
“A-BEAR-A-CADABRA!”
*POOF!*
“Yes, it worked!” I exclaimed happily. Uncle Tibbs was now about 1/10th of his former size.
But Uncle Tibbs wasn’t so thrilled.
“You made me small!” he shrieked in a high pitched voice.
“Yes, I know, that was the trick,” I said.
“I mean, I’m like Sandy and Jerry and Ben’s size – no offense to them, sorry. And what is this – am I wearing a bow?” asked Uncle Tibbs incredulously.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I can change you back.”
“Please! Do it right away!” he said.
I waved my magic wand again and said some different magic words.
“HONEY-POCUS!”
*poof!*
“Umm… hmm… that didn’t work quite as I expected,” I said.
“OH MY GOD! Now I’m even smaller!” cried Uncle Tibbs in an even higher pitched voice. “And I’m still wearing a silly bow! Ajdin, do you even know what you are doing casting magic spells?”
“Well, I’m still practicing,” I replied. “Uncle Tibbs, you are rather cute when you are small.” I picked him up and him on my lap.
“I can’t believe how small I am,” he said.
“Okay, let’s get you back to your normal size once again,” I said. “This spell should work…”
“Should?”
“I think if I just say the original spell backwards, that should do it… let’s see.. so that would be… ARBADAC-A-RAEB-A!”
*poof!*
“Oh thank heavens, I’m back to my old self!” said a normal Uncle Tibbs. “Thanks Ajdin! Ajdin? Ajdin, where are you?”
“Mhffffph…. you’re…sitting…on….me…”
“Oh, oops! Ajdin, are you ok?” said Uncle Tibbs as he unflattened me.
“Uncle Tibbs, I think I need to practice a bit more, what do you think?”
“I think that is a beary good idea,” he said. “And perhaps next time, you can try this spell on a non-stuffie.”
I am happy you’re back to yourself uncle Tibbs.