Once upon a time, there was a boy named Max. One sunny day, while Max was walking through the park, he met a female Genie who lived in a bottle. Max and the Genie became friends.
This female Genie had these two Magic Orbs. Max learned to love these Magic Orbs more than anything. He loved to hold them, play with them, and squeeze them for good luck. These Magic Orbs made Max the happiest boy in his little town.
One night, there was a violent storm and the Genie was blown out of town.
Max had no Magic Orbs to play with anymore. Max was very sad. Max’s father saw that Max was sad. He told Max about this other toy that he could play with instead.
For several weeks, Max played with this other toy, sometimes two or three times a day. Still, Max missed the Genie’s Magic Orbs.
Max went to the park to find another Genie with Magic Orbs.
While in the park, he saw many other Genies. Some had big Magic Orbs. Some had little Magic Orbs. Max liked these Magic Orbs, but they were not his to play with and hold.
Max became sad again. Suddenly, Max heard a friendly voice. It was the Good Spirit of the North, who came to help Max.
“Here is what you must do,” said the Good Spirit, and whispered the secret into Max’s ear.
Max ran home as fast as lightning. Now he knew what to do. He would not be sad anymore.
Max ran upstairs to his computer and wrote a blog post about Magic Orbs, letting the sadness disappear, and then Max played with his other toy until he fell asleep.
I love bedtime stories.
Especially those that involve magic orbs and toys…
Ok, now I’m more than a little scared!
All hail the magical orbs… So, who exactly ARE your “young readers”… Does 38 count as young??
oooooooooooooo, magic orbs.
some things just can’t be replaced.
Ohhh, your commenters made it clear — the orbs were the boobs of Sophia, who’s outta town. I thought this was a metaphor for you having some woman take your testicles away.
Well, Max could play with his two magical orbs as well.
Someone call Jocelyn Elders! This story should be published and widely distributed to public schoolchildren.
Neil, you have to go to http://www.fishandfamily.com and read her post, Sept. 26, I AM SO NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION. and read the comments, Linda
Isn’t the 2nd chapter about Max’s mom walking in and warning him that he’ll go blind if he plays with his toy too much?
What I love about children is that size doesn’t matter, orbs are orbs and they are content to just have their own. Now, WHO can the Good Spirit of the North be and where can I find her? I know of a pair of orbs in need of release from their genie bottle…
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