The magic prayer was so magic that every wish you prayed for came true. No matter how big, no matter how small. If you wanted something, you wished for it all. As soon as you counted to one hundred and seven, the magic prayer went up to heaven. When I was a tiny boy, I wished I could spell in my magic prayer and before long, all my wishes came true - I could do everything I previously couldn't do. I couldn't count passed number ten - when I got to nine, I had to start counting again. I couldn't paint - and when I tried, the paint got all splashed and then I cried. I couldn't say long words in the dictionary - but when I said the magic prayer, my tongue suddenly could speak ten different languages. I couldn't type - my fingers got stuck - I couldn't even read a book - but then I said a magic prayer ... and suddenly the words started to appear. I couldn't cook - my food just flopped - but after a prayer, my frying never stopped. I prayed for Sun - it started to shine - but only when my prayer was done. My magic prayer made dreams come true ... it made the grass greener and the sky even more blue. I even couldn't fish ... and so I made a wish. Before long, there were salmon and trout, cod and roach everywhere. My magic prayer sent my wishes to heaven - well, I guess that's better than sending them to Devon. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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