“They’re wish sticks,” said Josh. “You eat them and make a simple wish, and it will come true.” I chuckled. “What counts as a simple wish?” “Don’t wish for a million dollars,” said Valentina. “It would be a waste. Ask for something small, like a good grade on a test or for a phone call from a long-lost friend. Mrs. Pritchett makes them herself to sell at her shop. Works every time if you follow the rules. But be careful what you wish for. The universe has a sick sense of humor.”
