Her slippers hit the black path.
"Juliee! Get back here!"
Her papa chased her through the bright of night. Angered at the penny she managed. It was enough; the silver circle would take her back, and this time, it'd be different; it'd be permanent, the leopard man said it would be. She dashed forward…
How odd that a few words were to inspire her wishes.
"Live free, be happy, at Unicorn Island." Don't worry, Ronnie, I promised, Unicorn Island here I come!
The poster had proved itself; she knew for herself! The 12-year-old wished for more wonder, and wonder she ran for.