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"Lord Negaduck, what have you done?!" cried Gosalyn.

Her guardian threw the now two-headed doll at her feet. "Lighten up, kid. She's much more interesting now."

In the house next door, Tankard "Tank" H. Muddlefoot was restrained by his younger (but meaner) brother Honker as their mother carried Tank's books (encyclopedias, dictionaries, thesauri, etc.) to the backyard to be burned.

"Mother, no!" Tank begged, struggling not to cry for fear of getting teased by Honker, as well as getting the lenses of his glasses dirty. "You can't do this!"

Binkie Muddlefoot giggled. "Oh, Tank, someday you'll thank us. If anyone found out you were reading these silly books, they'll think we've been raising you to be a pathetic little know-it-all. You wouldn't want to get beaten up, would you?"

Honker snickered.


Hours later, once the fire was out and his family was asleep, Tank went out to the backyard and began going through what was left of his beloved books, hoping to salvage something.

"Tank?" whispered a little voice.

Tank went over to the fence and moved a loose board. "Hello, Gosalyn. What are you doing outside at this time of night?"

Gosalyn showed him the two-headed doll. "Lord Negaduck tore off Mary's head and sewed it onto Anne's body. He said she'd be more interesting that way." She sighed, and continued, "I was going to get Mary's body out of the trash and find out if Mr. Quackerjack could fix her."

"I see."

"Are you alright, Tank?" Gosalyn asked gently. "I smelled smoke coming from your yard this afternoon."

"Mother and Father burned my books. They don't approve of my studies."

"I'm so sorry to hear that!" Gosalyn briefly moved away from the opening in the fence to look out at the gloomy skyline of St. Canard. "Sometimes, I wish we could wish on a star and go somewhere else, somewhere better."

"I'm afraid we won't see any stars anytime soon," Tank said sadly, staring up at the brown, polluted sky. He looked back down, and something caught his eye.

"Look at this, Gosalyn!"

He excitedly passed her a slightly singed piece of paper; it was a page from one of his science books, and it had a picture of the constellation Ursa Minor with the North Star shining brightly.

"Keen gear!" squealed Gosalyn. "Let's wish together!"

The children held hands and closed their eyes, then made their wishes in silence.

"What did you wish for?" Tank asked.

Gosalyn giggled. "Our wishes can't come true if we tell them, silly! Now we have to wait and see what happens."

"Of course. I hope we won't have to wait long."

"At least we can wait together," said Gosalyn. She placed the torn page in Tank's hand, but he handed it back.

"Please, keep it."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," said Tank with a smile. "Goodnight, Gosalyn."

"Goodnight, Tank."


Their wishes had been more-or-less the same: they wanted to be loved, and to live in a better place. The children would get their wishes soon than they thought, but tonight, they were just glad to have each other.