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necklace and recited the words that would start the transformation: “Star light, star bright, the first star I see tonight: I wish
I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” A wonderful, warm, comforting feeling began to flow through her, and she focused first on her body. She visualized her smooth pale skin
devoid of any glitter. Next she pictured plain brown hair instead of her beautiful sparkling pink tresses. (That was a tough one for her, and she was happy to notice that a streak of pink
remained.) The star sped up for a moment as it swerved around a meteorite, and she watched in dismay as the sparkles were swept right off her skin. She felt very dull indeed. But now she was
ready.
PREPARE FOR LANDING , read her Star-Zap. Libby shot through the clouds and began hurtling toward Wishworld. She closed her eyes as the ground rushed up to meet her. Nobody
had told her how scary that would be! But to her relief, she touched down gently. When she opened her eyes, she was pleased to discover that the star had brought her to a secluded spot. She picked
up the star and folded it neatly, then stowed it in her backpack. It would come in handy to help her get back home; that was for sure! She scooped up her Star-Zap, which lay on the ground beside
her, and stuck it in her pocket. It was only then that she took a closer look at her surroundings. Everything was so lovely, bathed in pink light! Then she laughed as she realized she had forgotten
to take off her safety starglasses. Things weren’t quite so rosy anymore. Instead of the beautiful park that Sage had described landing in, Libby discovered that she was in a dreary alley,
and there was a large green metal container that really stank. She could hardly breathe! She held her nose and peeked inside, morbidly curious to discover what on Wishworld could make such a
terrible smell. It was filled with garbage! Papers and wrappers and leftover food scraps and used drink containers, as well as other unidentifiable items in various degrees of decay. She looked
away. What a mess! Then she remembered learning in class that Wishlings did not have disappearing garbage as they did on Starland, and she felt very sorry for them. She caught another whiff and
realized that at the moment, she felt sorry for herself. She held her breath and scurried out of the alley.
Libby pulled out her Star-Zap and said, “Take me to the Wisher I’ve come to help.” Directions appeared and Libby quickly fell into step behind an adult female Wishling. After a
couple of turns, she found herself on a busy city street. She stood still for a moment and tried to take it all in. It was loud, crowded, overwhelming, and totally wonderful all at the same time.
Then someone bumped right into her, nearly knocking her over onto the sidewalk.
“Out of the way, kid,” said a gruff voice. “You can’t just stop in the middle of the sidewalk! What’s wrong with you?”
Libby looked up to see an adult male Wishling in a matching jacket and pants, a thin strip of material tied around his neck. He was holding a brown satchel in one hand and what looked like a
very early prototype of a Star-Zap to his ear with the other. He scowled at her. “Oh, just some dumb kid,” he said into the phone before he took off, weaving through the crowd.
Libby stuck out her tongue at his departing back.
How rude!
“Oh, don’t mind him,” said a voice. Libby looked over to see an adult female Wishling with a kind face pushing a large wheeled contraption with a tiny baby sleeping inside.
“Some people have no manners.”
Libby smiled at her. “Thank you!” she said. She decided to make her first mental note. By pressing a button on her Star-Zap, she could record in her Cyber Journal an observation made
in her head. It could then be studied by the other Star Darlings for use on their missions.
Mission 2, Wishworld Observation #1: Some Wishlings are rude. And some are quite nice.
Hmmm…
Maybe that
I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.” A wonderful, warm, comforting feeling began to flow through her, and she focused first on her body. She visualized her smooth pale skin
devoid of any glitter. Next she pictured plain brown hair instead of her beautiful sparkling pink tresses. (That was a tough one for her, and she was happy to notice that a streak of pink
remained.) The star sped up for a moment as it swerved around a meteorite, and she watched in dismay as the sparkles were swept right off her skin. She felt very dull indeed. But now she was
ready.
PREPARE FOR LANDING , read her Star-Zap. Libby shot through the clouds and began hurtling toward Wishworld. She closed her eyes as the ground rushed up to meet her. Nobody
had told her how scary that would be! But to her relief, she touched down gently. When she opened her eyes, she was pleased to discover that the star had brought her to a secluded spot. She picked
up the star and folded it neatly, then stowed it in her backpack. It would come in handy to help her get back home; that was for sure! She scooped up her Star-Zap, which lay on the ground beside
her, and stuck it in her pocket. It was only then that she took a closer look at her surroundings. Everything was so lovely, bathed in pink light! Then she laughed as she realized she had forgotten
to take off her safety starglasses. Things weren’t quite so rosy anymore. Instead of the beautiful park that Sage had described landing in, Libby discovered that she was in a dreary alley,
and there was a large green metal container that really stank. She could hardly breathe! She held her nose and peeked inside, morbidly curious to discover what on Wishworld could make such a
terrible smell. It was filled with garbage! Papers and wrappers and leftover food scraps and used drink containers, as well as other unidentifiable items in various degrees of decay. She looked
away. What a mess! Then she remembered learning in class that Wishlings did not have disappearing garbage as they did on Starland, and she felt very sorry for them. She caught another whiff and
realized that at the moment, she felt sorry for herself. She held her breath and scurried out of the alley.
Libby pulled out her Star-Zap and said, “Take me to the Wisher I’ve come to help.” Directions appeared and Libby quickly fell into step behind an adult female Wishling. After a
couple of turns, she found herself on a busy city street. She stood still for a moment and tried to take it all in. It was loud, crowded, overwhelming, and totally wonderful all at the same time.
Then someone bumped right into her, nearly knocking her over onto the sidewalk.
“Out of the way, kid,” said a gruff voice. “You can’t just stop in the middle of the sidewalk! What’s wrong with you?”
Libby looked up to see an adult male Wishling in a matching jacket and pants, a thin strip of material tied around his neck. He was holding a brown satchel in one hand and what looked like a
very early prototype of a Star-Zap to his ear with the other. He scowled at her. “Oh, just some dumb kid,” he said into the phone before he took off, weaving through the crowd.
Libby stuck out her tongue at his departing back.
How rude!
“Oh, don’t mind him,” said a voice. Libby looked over to see an adult female Wishling with a kind face pushing a large wheeled contraption with a tiny baby sleeping inside.
“Some people have no manners.”
Libby smiled at her. “Thank you!” she said. She decided to make her first mental note. By pressing a button on her Star-Zap, she could record in her Cyber Journal an observation made
in her head. It could then be studied by the other Star Darlings for use on their missions.
Mission 2, Wishworld Observation #1: Some Wishlings are rude. And some are quite nice.
Hmmm…
Maybe that
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