’Hush！’saidthePhoenix；’howcanyou？Don’ttrampleonitsfeelingsjustbecauseit’sonlyacarpet。’
’Buthowcanitdoit——unlessoneofusisonittodothewishing？’askedRobert。HespokewitharisinghopethatitMIGHT
benecessaryforonetogoandwhynotRobert？ButthePhoenixquicklythrewcoldwateronhisnew-borndream。
’Why，youjustwriteyourwishonapaper，andpinitonthecarpet。’
SoaleafwastornfromAnthea’sarithmeticbook，andonitCyrilwroteinlargeround-handthefollowing：