A Kind of Magic - page 4
Well, thinks Brie that makes no sense, zero, ziltch, nada! All the same she strolls to the bathroom, peering into the mirror on the wall with her mouth open as wide as can be, looking inside herself as Leicester had asked. Nope, nothing there. As she slumps to the floor, Brie wonders if maybe she’d swallowed the riddle, is it in her tummy? Thinking about this reminds her how her tummy had wobbled with laughter as she and Leicester played tricks on each other. And then, all of a sudden, as if by magic, a ream of fantastic memories unfolds before her eyes, page after page, crammed with so many happy times spent together, a magical library full of their many years of friendship.
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Leicester had been right! Friends can be together, even when separated by a wide rolling river, without stepping stones. |
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The solution is inside yourself, inside your head, inside your heart and even inside your tummy, where you’ve laughed until it hurt.
And that is magic, or as we humans like to call it, love.
And that is magic, or as we humans like to call it, love.