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Pocketful of Tame Wishes

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The third name was a boy, Pip, who swept the square. His jar buzzed and rattled hard, glowing bright green. The note said he'd wished he could 'fly like the birds.' Wren ran outside just in time to see Pip drifting up over the rooftops, yelling for help.

Pip floated higher every second, grabbing at chimneys and missing. The wish had given him flight but no way down. 'I can't stop going up!' he wailed. Wren scrambled onto a roof, holding the buzzing green jar, and reached for his kicking foot.

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Wren caught Pip's ankle just in time. She opened the jar and spoke gently: 'Fly like a bird, but land like one too.' The wild green glow calmed to a soft shimmer. Pip floated down slow and easy, landed light on his feet, and grinned ear to ear. All mended.

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