The magic garden shed was so magic that when it's door opened, it magically closed again. When the door slammed shut again and the trowels lined up inside the door fell to the floor ... the magic garden shed was so magic that the trowels magically jumped back into their place again. The magic garden shed was so magic that the spade dug the garden all by itself. So magic that the lawnmower ran instantaneously ... and never stopped. After mowing the lawn, it mowed the road and left streaks on the garden path. The magic garden shed was so magic that the flower seeds planted all by themselves. As soon as the rain came, magic flowers grew ... and grew ... and grew, all by themselves. The magic garden shed never needed painting. The saw inside the magic garden shed could cut wood as quick as wood could cut. It's hammers could fix whatever needed fixing ... and they never needed anyone to do the hammering - they banged into wood all by themselves. The magic garden shed was the most magic garden shed in the world - the screwdriver could screw all day long ... and the plug never fused. The magic garden shed was so magic that there was always enough space inside for everything. No spidery cobwebs, no dust, no rubbish cans ... the magic garden shed was so magic that it's roof never leaked ... the pots of paint inside never spilled over ... and the broom cleaned the floor all by itself. The magic garden shed was the most magic garden shed you could ever wish to imagine ... so magic that it's windows never broke, nor it's lock never broke. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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