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“Abracadabra! Turn the jam jar into a frog!”

The Bear, a retired circus heavyweight with kind, weary eyes, lowered his newspaper. The quiet was perfect. The honey in his paw was golden. The world was still.

Masha frowned. “Hmm. Broken wand.” She tossed the dandelion. It landed in the Bear’s honey. “Okay, new plan! Let’s build a rocket ship to visit the moon. Or we could teach the pig to tap dance. Or—I know! Let’s do nothing!” Masha e o Urso

He opened the door.

It wasn’t a knock. It was a percussion solo performed by a tiny, red-cheeked tornado. Boom. Boom-boom. THUMP. “Abracadabra

“Bear! Bear! BEAR!” Masha stood on the porch, one boot on, one boot off, her hair a halo of static electricity. In her hands, she held a single, slightly squashed dandelion. “I had a dream! A very important dream! In the dream, you were sad because you didn’t have a hat. A royal hat. A crown! So I went to find you one, but the goat ate it, so then I found this flower, but it’s not a crown, it’s a wand ! Watch!”

She launched herself onto the couch, landing upside-down, her dress over her head. She went absolutely still for two entire seconds. Then her foot started wiggling. Then her fingers drummed the cushion. Then she whispered, loudly: “Are you doing nothing yet, Bear? Because I am doing spectacular nothing.” The honey in his paw was golden

The jam jar remained a jam jar.