"Oh, I have no doubt about that." He watches the pebble skiff away into the street. And, because this is a very sombre subject and his friend is already sombre enough, a thought occurs to him. He stops and stoops over to pick a stick up out of the gutter and turns it over in both hands.

"It's funny. We can look at this and we see, what? Something that used to belong to a tree. But other than that, it's pointless. You can't make it into anything. It's not evern worthwhile firewood. But," and he holds it firmly by one end, "If you show it to a child, it becomes a sword."

And ta-da, it suddenly appears as a small, wooden toy. "Or a magic wand." This time it seems to become a gnarled looking, archaic staff, with little star-sparks flying off. See Erik, isn't this much more neat? Although this distraction actually has a point, don't worry.