Patricks' falling star

Every night nine year old Patrick Kilpatrick lay on his sleek wooden bed with the bedroom window propped open. He loved gazing at the dark sky while

the wind flowed through the curtains fluttering the bottoms of them. The wind never failed to make its way over to Pat, gently rubbing against his smooth

ebony skin and weaving through his brown curly hair. Although his bedtime was set at a reasonable eight O’ clock on weekdays and nine O’clock

on weekends, he still chose to stay awake in bed just a bit later to see if he could catch a falling star. It was his little secret, and he figured that as

long as he woke up on time for school, Mom would never know. After all, ever since he was six, it was his mom that had told him that if he tilted his

head toward the clouds, and if the moment was just right, he would catch a falling star. And this star would grant him any wish he wanted.

“Stars are a rarity,” she’d said; most people only catch them once in a lifetime, if even that, and if you ever catch one, you should spend it on a wish that isn’t frivolous.”

Patrick always thought himself to be a wise boy, so for three years he thought on what to wish for.

“When will the star come momma?” Pat asked, every night when his mom tucked him in for bed.

“Oh, it’ll come when you’re ready baby and not a moment sooner!” “You just focus on what’chu gonna ask that pretty, shiny star when it comes.”

“Okay mom.” 

The first year he’d thought of asking it for a Cool Kids Power Tool set. That way he could make and fix anything he wanted, and besides, Mom would

consider him more of a big boy if he could do that. When Grandma had surprised him with his tool-set for Christmas the following year, he figured

he should come up with a new wish. And there were many wishes over the years that he had come up with: the new Big Kids Power Wheel Truck, a

magical telescope, and the new Sky-Space Airplane kit in which he would make cool airplanes with. Yet the star had never come to him with any of
those wishes.

Finally he thought to himself, “those wishes are just not good enough, or else the star would have come like momma said.” More and more as he got older, he developed a love for drawing.  After seeing an artist make sketches so lifelike, Pat thought they were real. “That’s what I wanna be when I grow up," he thought to himself, "a great artist.”

Every day from then on he practiced at drawing, and everyone noticed that he was a natural, even Mom. Patrick drew the most beautiful pictures of birds, airplanes, and cars, that they seemed real.

“I would love it if my pictures really would become real.” That’s when he had the most amazing thought. He decided that whenever he would come

across a falling star, he would wish that whatever drawing he wanted to become real would do so. And if he should wish that it would become unreal,

then it would. So as the breeze flowed on that warm beautiful night, he sat there in a patient gaze finally feeling content within himself of the wish that

he wanted granted. “It’ll come tonight; I just know it!” And Patrick was right, it did! The star came shooting out of the northern sky so beautiful and bright with a twinkle. As he caught sight of it, Patrick bolted out of his bed like lightening rushing over to the windowsill, he closed his eyes.

“I wish that I could be the best artist in the world and that whatever picture I choose to make real really would become real.” He opened his eyes quickly, and then ran over to his art set.

He began drawing some of the most beautiful fairies and frogs and butterflies that he’d wanted to become real. And they did just like his momma had
told him.

"Wow! Woa!"

Patrick couldn’t believe it! The fairies and birds began batting their wings along with frogs that were moving their legs. As a matter of fact, they
moved so much that they flew and jumped right off the page and onto the ceiling and floor. Mosquitoes even danced along the surface of the window! As a frog leaped on his drawing desk, he thought, "Can I touch it?" pat moved forward and gently cupped the green-eyed Amphibian in his hands; it felt slick and bumpy. The frog sat there peacefully in his hands for a moment, winked at Pat and then hopped away.

"Woa! Wow!"

"Pat what's that noise that I hear in your room....huh! Where'd all these animals come from?" mom said.

"I finally caught my falling star momma . Ha! ha! ha!"

" I knew you would baby. I knew you would!"

And from that night on Patrick became the greatest magical artist that ever lived.


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