Maggie
saw it near the waterline, green glass on wet sand, and right away she
knew it was special. It was a bottle – a beautiful
curvy bottle – and it looked to be very
old.
She picked it up from amongst the broken seashells.
It had
a very unusual neck that twisted around and formed a kind of
handle. She carefully turned it over, and there on the other
side, carved into the glass in gold letters, was a word.
A magic word.