One day I wished that the squirrels all had their tails pointing north. I made them point north just by wishing it! It looked as if a wind was blowing north and trying to take those squirrel tails with it.
I walked down a path and saw squirrels in trees and on the ground. All with their tails pointing north.
“It’s so strange you would do this to us,” one squirrel said.
I said, “I got lost once, and couldn’t find north. If that ever happened again, I’ll just follow your tails.”
Then the squirrels called someone for help. It was a skunk! I wasn’t too happy about this.
I was standing just north of that skunk, close to him. He said, “Let their tails go! I’ll show you which way north is.”
Then he pointed his tail north.
I wished the squirrel tails back their old way. The skunk still had his tail pointed at me. I tried to get away, but it was too late.
Awgh! I ran south shouting, “He sprayed me!”
For days, everyone knew in their noses which way south was, because of me.