Amazing Stories: Twinkle Dust

The great thing about telephones is the way the wires go all the way from my house to every other house in the city. I'm connected to everywhere!

I got the telephone book out and looked for the name of one of my class mates. I dialed and waited. Someone answered, so I opened the match box and held it near the phone.

"Stand back, please."

A bit of twinkle dust and whoosh! The match box was empty. I heard someone shouting with surprise at the other end.

It worked!

After that it was easy. I dialed every home. All twenty-three of them. It was the luckiest day of my life. Someone was home every time.

But the Principal was more difficult. He was very stinky.

"Would you like a wash first?"

"You keep your hands off me!" he shouted. Squeak, squeak, squeak.

So I sent him back to the school, poo and all.

That was yesterday.

Today I'm at home, writing this in my diary.

I had a great day at school today. Everyone was nice to me. Even the Principal. He was all smiles. He came up to me and patted me on the head. "Can I get you anything? Are you feeling well?" I told him I was fine, and could he get me a glass of fruit juice. Orange, thank you, with ice.

My class mates treated me with respect, too. If I see any of them smirking at me, I stand by the wall and pull the bag of twinkle dust out. There's a plug-socket there and I think they understand.

You never know where you'll end up if you go down a plug-socket!