Have you ever wished a wish? Do you remember what you wished for? Wait, don’t tell me, because then your wish might not come true. My made a wish once. They threw a coin down a well, but it never came true. At least not until my totally true imaginary friend Posey came along with a special wishing-well spell. And guess what? It wasn’t only their wish that came true. Almost everyone in town had cast wishes down that well. Sounds great, right? Well, maybe not. Let’s just say be careful what you wish for because with Posey around, it might just come true.
With easy-to-read language and illustrations on almost every page, the Daisy Dreamer chapter books are perfect for emerging readers.
About the Author
Genevieve Santos is an illustrator born, raised, and living in San Jose, California, and sole proprietor of a small stationery company, Le Petit Elefant. Wanderlust got the best of her so she’s traveled to thirty-one countries before turning thirty, sometimes backpacking, sometimes by camper van, sometimes on her own, but always with a sketchbook. Her love for animation started at a young age, and is what drives her to draw the slightest observations. She also has an insatiable weakness for ice cream.
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The Wishing-Well Spell
Today is Friday, and that means it’s park day!
My best friends and I go to the park every Friday after school. Today we head straight to the basketball court.
I love the court because it’s the best place to ro-o-oll on my skateboard. Lily loves it because it’s the best place to play basketball. And Jasmine loves it because it’s the best place to draw on the smooth surface with sidewalk chalk. It’s the perfect place for us. Obviously.
I slalom around Lily. ZOOMIE! ZOOM! ZOOM! She dunks a three-pointer or whatever.
I whiz past Jasmine. ZOOMIE! ZOOM! ZOOM! She’s drawing a picture of Posey.
“Hi, Posey!” I shout as I fly by.
The picture of Posey pops to life—as in, real life.
“Hi, guys!” he shouts back.
I’m so distracted that I skate right into Lily.
Lily and I bumble-tumble to the ground.
“Oopsy-daisy!” I cry. Lily and I untangle ourselves and check for scrapes.
“Are you okay?” everyone asks at the exact same time!
“JINX!” we shout, and then we crack up. We are definitely best friends.
“I’m fine,” Lily says, “except my basketball flew way over the fence!”
I jump to my feet and brush myself off. “Well, I’m okay too,” I say. “I’m sorry I crashed into you.” Then I reach out my hand and help Lily. “Come on. Let’s go find that basketball!”
We race around the fence to search through the bushes and check behind trees.
“Found it!” Jasmine cries.
Lily’s basketball is sitting beside the old town well.
“Wow!” Posey exclaims. “I haven’t seen one of these in years!”
“Seen one of what?” Lily asks. “A basketball?”
“No, that!” He points to the well. “Do you know what that is?”
“It’s an old water well,” I say, like no big whoop, because that well has been sitting here my whole life and probably two lifetimes before that. It’s made of stones and has a worn-out roof with weeds growing over it. I’m pretty sure the world forgot it existed.