"How does it work? Can I do it too? Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" Rebecca asked, excitedly fast.
"Whoa! One question at a time," Rick told his sister. "First off, I have a book full of magic spells. Second, anyone can do it, if they recite the spell. And third ... well, I wanted to keep it a secret. So I only told Jim."
"You didn't trust me, did you?" Rebecca said. "Come on, Rick. Don't lie. I know."
"Okay, fine. I didn't trust you. You'd tell your friend Cindy about it as soon as you found out, and then she'd tell someone else. And by the time you know it, the whole town knows about it."
"Well, I'm sorry you have such a low opinion of me," she said, crossing her arms in front of her. "But for something this important, I just might hold my tongue. Did you ever think of that?"
Suddenly, a horse galloped by, nearly startling Rebecca to death. The horse rested in the middle of the living room, after knocking over one of the chairs and almost destroying the coffee table.
"What the hell, man!" Rick yelled out.
Jim giggled, as he watched their reactions to the horse he had just formed out of the desk chair.
"That isn't funny," Rick said. "That horse could have trampled one of us. Change it back to the chair before my parents wonder how a horse got into the house."
