"A MAGIC SHTICK, A MAGIC SHTICK!" Jimmy screeched as Mr. Y walked out the first grade doors and onto the playground.
"Another one? Haven't we gone through this? I thought we determined that our school's magic sticks were broken?" Jimmy's teacher was adamant that this charade stop.
Jimmy was determined to prove his magical powers. "But Mr. Y, this one worch. It really worch!"
Mr. Y decided to give him a chance. "Alright Jimmy. Let's see what you've got."
Jimmy looked around frantically, searching for something he could make disappear. Finally, he stared at his feet.
"Mr. Y., I am going to make my shoe disappear. MY SHOE!"
"Now you've got my interest, Jimmy. Let's see it."
Jimmy took his new and improved magic stick and swung it around his head like an monkey that has just been given 32 ounces of Rock Star.
"BIBBIDY, BOBBIDY, BOO!"
Jimmy then kicked his shoe high in the air - across the swing set and over the climbing bubble.
"SHEE MR. Y! MY SHOE. DISAPPEARED!"
Mr. Y laughed a hearty teacher laugh and then replied, "Jimmy, I don't think so. I can see your shoe right over there."
Jimmy looked confused and looked around as if he had no idea what happened to his shoe. "Whatcha mean, Mr. Y? I made it disappear. A MAGIC SHTICK!"
"I can see your shoe, right there." Mr. Y said as he pointed at the shoe that was lying helplessly in the grass.
Jimmy's eyes finally found his kicked shoe. Suddenly a look of amazement and bewilderment spread over his face.
"MISTER Y! YOU ARE MAGICAL. YOU MADE MY SHOE... REAPPEAR!"