Sensing that the stone held some secrets, Ryan jumped across the room, shoving his sister away (which was harder than he suspected, at his new, diminutive size) and grabbed the stone.
"Don't touch that," Sarah shrieked, but it only served to strengthen Ryan's resolve.
"I wish I was right age!" he shouted, but nothing happened. The wish couldn't be reversed and, as far as the rock was concerned, this was his right age.
"Put it down!" said Sarah, standing up and moving toward him.
"I wish you were the little one!"
