10Topper popped into Theo’s office with a minimum of purple sparkles. Her magic was weaker—probably the aftereffects of the hectic morning.
Sheriff Buchanan was peering out the window and turned at her appearance. He raised a ghostly hand and pointed outside to where Theo stood talking to a couple of men in black suits. A nosy man in a crumpled, white polo was with them. He had to be the scientist because they always looked like they’d just climbed out of bed.
Topper nodded and huffed, when the previous sheriff of Magic, pointed again. “Now I’m being chastised by a ghost for not doing my job. This whole town is spoiled. Topper, chase away the aliens. Topper, find my dogs. Topper, don’t let the men in black hurt us. What does everyone want from me? A miracle every three seconds?”
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