Kirsten watched in complete astonishment as the magical glitter flashed around, vacuuming up the spilled water. Water droplets began rising upward from her picture, like rain falling in reverse. In seconds, her picture was as good as new. All the water now formed a giant, shining teardrop. Storm waved his paw again and, just as if someone had pressed fast forward, the water shot sideways and whizzed toward Helena, who had now turned her back. But Storm’s aim was slightly off. The giant teardrop missed Helena by an inch. Splosh! It smacked straight into Tracy and burst, drenching the front of her school sweater. Tracy screeched in shock and leaped to her feet. “What did you do that for?” “It wasn’t me . . . I mean . . . er . . . it was an accident,” Kirsten stammered. She could hardly explain that her invisible puppy friend was the culprit. Even if she had, Tracy wouldn’t have believed her. “Um . . . Sorry,” she finished lamely. Helena grabbed a handful of paper towels and started dabbing at Tracy’s sweater.
