The Magic of Writing

"Try another one!"

"Okay, um," John hesitated, the pencil hovering over the paper. He wrote a sentence laboriously. "'I... have... ten... Snickers.'"

With a rush of air, a pile of candy bars materialized on the table beside them.

"This is so awesome! We need some money, too!" Barry bounced with excitement.

"Right. Um... 'Give... me... one... million-'" John muttered, scraping the words into the paper.

"Us! Give us a million bucks!"

"Oh, yeah." John spun the pencil around and rubbed away at the 'me.'

"No, make it two million... John?" Barry glanced around.

John was nowhere to be seen.