“A rams head,” Mom said.
“A box of files,” Mom said. “What’s got into you, child?”
I didn’t understand.
There was no head or box. There were two little people no more than a foot and a half tall staring at me.
“Got to go.” The little man disappeared.
“I told him not to eat that pie.” The woman giggled as she disappeared.
I was six and three-quarters the day I learned I had the gift to see magical creatures.
It took a little longer for me to realize my magical powers.
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