You get downstairs to find your sister there with a rock in her hand. She was in the living room at the time.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?," you ask her angrily.
"NOTHING," she yells back, "I just made a wishing stone."
"Yeah," you smile, "your going to wish that mom won't find out about this mess." You gesture towards the black crater in the floor. You two argue for the next half hour (your mom was gone for the day).
Finally, she says, "You know what? If you were my sister, you wouldn't argue like that."
Remembering what your counselor said about listening to your sister, you sit down and listen, but slowly drown out her talking.
She continued, "I'd want a big sister who was hot sure that I could brag about her, was a little bit on the heavy side of things, was tall, and would change into who she needed to be in just a week if need be. Also, I would want her to have a huge metabolism sure that I could look good on eating food as she ate away."
You jump out of your trance. "Well, tough luck. You only get me, your brother, who's skinny, short, and doesn't care for the fact that you want a sister." Then you storm off, leaving her to face Mom when she got home.
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