"Help me!" exclaimed Myra.
"Fine," said Janet. "I really should leave you like that, but let's see. I wish that Mom doesn't think of chores as girly or not, so that there's really no such thing as 'girly chores' and the wish for me to do all your 'girly chores' has no effect. I wish that you carry your own weight because you do your fair share of the chores, not because you're heavy. I think that's it."
"You're not going to do anything to me?" asked Myra, as the pounds melted off her body as only the magic stone could do.
"No, I'm not," said Janet. "But come to think of it... I did wish you to obey me. Go walk on the ceiling for the next minute."
Myra felt a strange compulsion. She walked up to the wall and put her foot on it. Somehow it felt different than just putting a foot on a wall--it was like being pushed up into a roller coaster. She was no longer quite sure which way was down, but she had to keep on walking. She stepped past one of Janet's posters, then around a bend and stood near the light fixture....
Finally the minute was up and Myra suddenly felt the normal 'down' reassert itself. She went tumbling onto Janet's bed with a flumph.
"Okay," said Janet. "I lied. I did do something. Maybe I should do something else..."
