John Colt is twenty years old, and the son of Clide and Linda Colt. Clide is a farmers hand, and they live in a nine hundred square cottage, with a kitchen, a living room, two bed rooms and one bathroom. All furniture's are handmade by Clide, they are all well made and solid. In John's bedroom he had his bed, a sideboard with five drawers for most of his clothing's, a small wardrobe, one chair and his most treasured item, a wooden-chest were he kept everything important. One of his most treasured items is an old book about magic. That he got from his Uncle Harry some years ago. The book is not a fiction book, it contains nothing but magic. John's mother Linda called out to Clide, it is John's birthday today, he turned twenty-one this morning. In his room, John was taking a break from the math study and with his magic book in his hand, he thought, I wish I knew all the answers to my math-problems. Suddenly he felt his body shaking, and he could feel he had all the answers in his head. Quickly he wrote all the answers down, and went out to his parents. Have you already done all your arithmetic problems? asked his mother. "Yes mother all done." May I have a look at your work?" asked his father, and John went in to his room to pick up his essay. As Clyde was looking through what John had done, his mother let him taste some of the cocky dough she was making. "This is above my head," said Clide, and handed the compendium back to John. "Well done I believe," he said. "I can't remember how Uncle Harry looks," said John looking at his mother. Well I don't know how to describe him, but when he was little, he was always fiddling with magic when he was little, so we called him Beelzebub. John went in to his room again with another helping of cocky dough. Coming in to his room he sat down with his magic book in his hand, and tried to remember his Uncle Harry. Suddenly a young man was standing by the closed door. "Don't shout out, it is only me, your uncle Harry. Don't tell your parents that you conjured up my image, and John I'll see you tomorrow. Then the image was gone. "Could I do this because I'm holding the magic book in my hand?" When Saturday came, and Uncle Harry knocked on the door John was quick to open it. Outside stood an old man. "Happy birthday John,: said this old man. "Uncle Harry Long, such a long time since we saw you last. How are you feeling? said Mother to this old man. John stood on the side and looked at the two. "Come in and say hello to Clide, he's doing just fine. We are having lunch, would you like to have some? Or, something to drink? When everything was settling down, John got a chance to have a word with his uncle. "How come you was so young when you appeared in my room yesterday?" Oh John when you conjured me up, I sent a younger myself. How is your magic going now when you have turned twenty-one?" After a pleasant evening, they all went to bed.

Sitting at home, John could feel what his former friends were doing. He instantly called the police and told them that the pharmacy was being robbed, and the elderly owner needed medical help. The police instantly sent several cruisers to that area, and the three would be drug thieves were caught red-handed.