“My room is not a barn!” I cry. “What are we gonna do now?”
Then I have an idea and smile at Jasmine.
“What are you looking at me for?” she asks.
“Because you are a grown-up!” I say. “And grown-ups usually know what to do!”
Jasmine smiles, and for one second she likes being a grown-up. She taps the side of her face with her finger to see if she has any grown-up ideas. Then bing! She’s got one!
“We have to move the pony somewhere safe until we can reverse the wishing-well spell,” she says.
I clap my hands because that’s actually a very good idea. “Let’s hide the pony at school!” I suggest.
Everyone stares at me like I’m a cuckoohead. Even the pony stops chewing.
“Guys, it’s the weekend!” I explain. “School is over. Nobody will be around to see!”
Jasmine looks down at me like an adult when a kid gets a harebrained idea. “And how do you plan to get the pony out of your house and all the way to school?”
“Well, you can’t expect me to work out all the details,” I grumble. Obviously.
Posey steps up and raises his hand. “Leave the masterminding to me! Now, if you could all crowd around the pony.”
We squeeze in, stepping over all the broken pieces that used to be my room.
Posey cheers, “GIBBIDY-GOOBIDY, TAKE-US-TO-SCHOOL-BIDDY!”
And with a clap of his hands—POOF! We disappear!
Princess Gabby
KER-SPLUNK! We land in an ungraceful heap on the ground—pony and all. I look around because I can’t find our school anywhere. And then I realize there’s a fairy-tale castle right where our school is supposed to be!
“What’s that doing there?” I say, even though I know it must have something to do with the wishing well.
Jasmine gets to her feet. “Yeah, that’s definitely not our school!”
Posey whips out the wish list. “Hmm . . . do you know anyone named Sterling Smith?”
We all nod because Sterling Smith goes to our school.
“Well, she wished kids would never have to go to school!” Posey says. “So now there’s no school!”
Not an entirely bad wish, I think. Then I ask, “Wait, whose castle is this?”
My question is answered by a blast of royal trumpets. We jump at the sound and see a team of knights galloping up to us. In the midst of the knights is a princess on a tall white horse. She looks right at me.
“Well, well!” she says in a familiar voice. “If it isn’t Miss Daisy Dreamer!”
I moan, because of course it’s Gabby Gaburp, my best-worst enemy. She’s even dressed like a fairy-tale princess!
Posey flies over and cups his hands around my ear to whisper, “Gabby wished to be a princess.”
As if I didn’t know. OBVIOUSLY!
Princess Gabby clears her throat to get our attention back on her. “Ahem. So, what are you doing here? And why do you have that beautiful pony?”
Oh wow, I forgot about the pony problem for a minute. Then I realize, Hey, maybe Princess Gabby can help us.
“Your Royal Highness,” I begin, trying not to make a sour face at calling Gabby such a fancy name. “We have come to bring you a gift! This rare and majestic pony is to honor you for being so, um, great . . . and stuff.”
Of course Princess Gabby eats this right up. She bats her eyes and says, “Why, thank you, my faithful subject. Your Highness accepts your kind gift with pleasure.”
Then she and her knights lead the pony away. “Pony problem solved!” I cheer as I bow to my friends like a magician.
Jasmine wipes her brow. “Good thinking, Daisy!”
“Phew,” Lily agrees, leaning against a tree. That’s when we notice that the tree Lily’s leaning on . . . begins to pop.
Poppity! Poppity! POOF! The whole tree turns into chocolate—right before our eyes!
“How did you do that?” Jasmine exclaims.
Lily backs away from the tree in surprise. “Oh no! I just remembered my wishing-well wish.”
“Lilyyy,” I say, dragging her name out because I cannot believe what I think her old wish was. “Did you wish that everything you touched would turn to . . .”
Lily nods. “Chocolate.”
Then she takes a big bite of the tree.
Wish Disaster!
“Why did you wish that?” Jasmine says. “That’s the silliest wish ever!”
Lily snaps off a twig from the chocolate tree. “Hmm . . . maybe not as silly as wishing to be a grown-up!”
Uh-oh! Angry best friend alert! This is not good! I try to lighten the mood. “I think Lily’s wish is sweet! Get it? Sweet! Because she wished for chocolate!”
Lily sort of snort-laughs.
Then I stand up as tall as I can. “I think Jasmine’s wish is big. I mean, who hasn’t wanted to be a grown-up before?”
Jasmine sort of snort-giggles.
Now that everyone is smiling, I feel better. “They’re both good wishes.”
Jasmine shakes her head. “Good wish or not, it’s starting to feel more like a curse!”
It’s true, I think. A harmless wish can go bad just like that. Then I ask Posey for the wish list so I can look it over. It’s scary to think that all these wishes have come true—at the same time.
I read them over and imagine what’s going on all over town.
Oh wow! Gabby’s best friend and main meanie, Carol Rattinger, wished she could talk to animals. This is kind of a cool wish, I think, except when she hears what her pets are thinking. Her cat is probably saying, “Get your hands off me, Carol!” or “Can I eat Swimmy, your goldfish?” or “Oops, I clawed a hole in your beanbag chair!” And Carol is probably covering her ears and screaming, “Be quiet, Furball!”
And oh gosh, John Gates, a boy in my class, wished he could fly. Now, that sounds like a great wish, but what if he can’t come down to the ground anymore? What would his parents do? Tie him down like a helium balloon when it’s time for
