Joshua asked her more questions.

e "Do you know Tinkerbell?"

Damn writers.  "No!"

"Can you make me fly?"

"Well, if you wanted to fly, you'd have to let me out of this confounded jar, wouldn't you?

"Oh, yeah!  Promise you'll make me fly?"

"I promise."

Joshua began to loosen the lid, then stopped, thinking better of it just yet.

"Come on, you want to fly, don't you?"

"Yes, but I think we should make a deal so you keep your promise."

The End

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