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Pocketful of Tame Wishes
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Wren missed his foot by an inch and Pip sailed up out of reach. Thinking quick, she tied a rope to the jar and threw it like an anchor. It looped around Pip's belt. She heaved, and hand over hand she reeled the frightened boy back down to the rooftop.
Safe on the roof, Wren spoke into the jar with a steady voice. 'Keep your feet on the ground unless you choose to rise.' The green glow settled. Pip's boots thumped down and stayed. He hugged Wren tight. The last wish was tamed, and the sun was barely past noon.
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