his life like a comet. Billy’s laughter, his dreams of sunsets and treasure, lingered in the dog’s memory.
But now, the dog longed for solitude. He wished for a moment of quiet contemplation, away from the bustling world. “I wish Billy wasn’t here,” the dog whispered, feeling a pang of guilt.
Willie the giant nodded, his ancient eyes filled with understanding. “Your wish is granted,” he said, and Billy vanished from the beach, leaving only the echo of his laughter behind.
The dog sat alone, the spoon and fork by his side. The waves whispered secrets, and the stars blinked knowingly. But something tugged at his heart—a longing for knowledge, for answers to life’s mysteries.
“I wish,” the dog began, “that a wise cream man would appear, one who knows where I can find books filled with advice.”
Willie the giant smiled. “Your wish is heard,” he said, and with a sweep of his hand, a small ice cream stand materialized nearby. Behind the counter stood a kindly figure—the cream man, his apron dusted with sugar.
“Welcome,” the cream man said, his voice as soothing as a summer breeze. “What advice do you seek, my friend?” where is the book stand said the dog the ice cream man said pointing helpfully