At "the end of the end" of E. Nesbit's The Phoenix and the Carpet, when the magical adventures at last are over, the five children unexpectedly receive a final gift from that bothersome, beloved Bird: a box full of "everything that the children had always wanted-toys and games and books, and chocolate and candied cherries and paint-boxes and photographic cameras...." It seems only reasonable that some of the toys should be handed down to successive generations. And what if some of them were magical, but taken for granted by the grandchildren who grow up playing with them?
This Fictionette is brought to you by the words "hull" and "scope," by the mob of children running around during my freewriting session, and by that fine, upstanding tradition of Psammead Trilogy fanfic.
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YOU ARE READING
And Did You Bring Enough for Everyone?
Short StoryIt's hard enough adjusting to your first year of school without "special circumstances" futzing up your expectations.
