Five tickets. That's all there were in the whole world (though tickets were only distributed to the lower 48 States), and Wendy Wittson could not believe her luck. Five ticket in all the world and she had one. It was a key to a door that opened infinite wonder to Wendy's favorite place on earth: Megan Madison's Magik Toy Emporium. She clutched the pink ticket to her and ran down the street. She was a bit of a strange girl, medium height, athletic build. Long and straight blonde hair. She liked wearing ball caps and tennis shoes together with cute blouses and purses, and today she matched her violet hat with jean shorts and violet tights. She was a modern tom girl all around.
She took the number five train to Megan Madison's Magik Toy Emporium, careful to keep her pink, shiny ticket hidden away. The last girl who found one almost lost it to a mugger. The ticket wasn't just a coupon, but an invitation to a tour where Megan Madison made her Magik Toys, and more, they said. What more, Wendy didn't know. Noone did. And she imagined the possibilities until she got to her stop. She ran the whole way to the store in midtown.
She stopped just before she got to the doors, and looked at the store from the outside, admiring it. It looked the same, but also entirely different.
"I've got a magic ticket," Wendy sang lightly to herself. Then she ran inside . . .
