From: Chloe, Pri 5, Methodist Girls’ Primary School
Ivy took a deep breath and explained what had happened. Mama shook her head. ” I did warn you,” she sighed. Ivy lowered her head in remorse . Aunt Agatha placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Suppose that a wish started this, perhaps a wish could end this?” she murmured softly.
Ivy looked up hopefully. “Can I help?” she asked.
While Mama glanced doubtfully at the wish jar, Aunt Agatha pressed the jar into Ivy’s hands. Ivy blinked, startled, before releasing the single firefly. “I am sorry. Please undo my wish, if it means Whistling Ridge gets its magic back,” she pleaded fervently.
In a bright flash, the firefly disappeared, and a marvellous scene unraveled before them. Aquamarine water flowed swiftly in the rivers and creeks; bright, multi-coloured flowers burst from the branches.
Grinning, they sat back in their camper van, on the way home. The last thing Ivy saw was the ivy plant, climbing up the wall, in the place where the firefly had landed.