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Babettes mother, the queen, wishes for a perfect baby daughter, and her wish is granted. No one can see a single flaw in the childs appearance. In fact, no one can see Babette at all. But when Babette finds out that shes invisible, how ill she see herself?
Simon is an only child whose doting parents grant his every wish—until Simons demands grow so big his parents have nothing left to give him. So Simon leaves home, determined to make his own greatest wish come true. He wants the whole world to admire him, and after a startling meeting with a magical bird, he has all the attention he dreamed of. . .but now he only wishes to be free of it once again.
Three original stories in which a boy and a cat change places, a young man learns the price of selfishness, and an invisible princess finds herself.
At the age of twelve Thomas Osborn Pitz -- better known as Tom -- had few interests, little desire, and almost no energy. This was so despite a family --mother, father, older brother, and sister -- who loved him. As for school, his teachers treated him fairly, he did the things he was supposed to do, and he received passable grades. But if you were to ask Tom what the future held for him, he would have replied that, other than getting older, he expected no change. In short, Thomas Osborn Pitz -- better known as Tom -- found life boring.
One day when Tom was doing what he did most often, that is, sitting on the front steps of his city house doing nothing, a shorthaired, black-and-white cat with gray eyes approached and sat down before him. For a while the two -- boy and cat -- stared at one another.
It was the cat who spoke first. "What's happening?" he asked.
"Not much,"' Tom replied.
"Doing anything?" the cat asked. "Nope."
"Just hanging out?" "l guess."
"That something you do often?" "'Yeah."
"How come?" the cat inquired. "I'm bored." The cat considered this remark carefully and then said, "You look like my kind of friend. How about adopting me?" "Why should I?" "Got anything better to do?" "Nope."
Tom asked, "What's your name?"
To which the, cat replied, "Charley."
So it was that Tom took Charley in. Moreover the cat became part of the household. So familiar did he become that when Tom went to sleep, Charley slept rightnext to Tom's head on an extra pillow. Indeed fromthat time on that was how the two -- boy and cat -- spent their nights."Hey, man," Tom said to Charley one afternoon two months after the cat had moved in. "You get to sleep all day, but I have to go to school." In disgust he flung his schoolbooks onto his bed.
It was the statement more than the thump of books that woke Charley from a sound nap. He studied Tom, then stretched his back. "I am a cat," he said. "You are a boy. Some would say you had it better."
Tom sighed. "If you had to go to school every day like I do, you wouldn't believe that.""Don't you like school?" Charley asked with a look and tone of sympathy.
"Oh, I like it all right," Tom replied. "The kids are okay. The teachers are all right. Once in a while it even gets almost interesting. But mostly it's just boring. Actually, I'd rather do nothing. Like you."
"What about life beyond school?"
"Bor-ing," Tom insisted.
"Doesn't anything interest you?"
Tom considered the question. "Television," he said at last. "At least on TV there's something happening. It's my life that's dull."
With great care, Charley said, "A cat's life--or mine anyway--can be a bit dull, too."
"Your life isn't supposed to be anything but dull," Tom said with envy. "But people are always telling me that I should get up and do something. Boy, wish I had permission to sleep all day the way you do."
To which Charley said, "How about if you became me, a cat, and I became you, a boy?"
"Not possible," Tom said with a wistful shrug.
"Oh, I don't know," Charley said. "Most people wouldn't believe that you and I could hold a conversation, but here we are doing exactly that."
"To tell you the truth," Tom said, "it's not that interesting a conversation."
"Whatever you say," Charley replied as he curled himself into a ball, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep. Tom, feeling envious, did the next best thing. He went and watched television.