![]() ![]() Gilbert could not contain his excitement. It was no common shop this, it was a magic shop. Gilbert gave no answer and so we entered the shop. “It’s less than a hundred days till your birthday Gip.” I said, and laid my hand on the door handle. “If I had that, I could show is to Jesse,” he said, always thinking of his friend. “If you had that?” I said, prompting an answer. ![]() “Look at that,” and he pointed to a magic bottle. “There Sis, the Vanishing Egg!” Scanning the window, he spoke again. “And that,” He pointed toward a blue box, it read - Tricks to astonish your friends. “I’d get myself that,” his eyes assessing all there was to see. “If I were rich” Gilbert said, pointing at a glass ball. I had never thought of going in until one day my little brother Gilbert strolled towards the shop window. Magical balls, magic hens, ventriloquist dolls, charming wooden boxes. I passed it once or twice, a shop window full of alluring little objects. I had seen the shop from afar several times before. ![]()
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