“Forget the wishes,” Mr. Potter said with a chuckle, dismissing the fantastical with a wave of his hand. “It’s the treasure that counts. These could be from a sunken ship, a tale of pirates and the high seas!”
The children gathered around, their eyes wide with wonder. The dog wagged his tail, pleased with the attention their find was garnering.
“And what will you do with this treasure?” Mr. Potter asked, a twinkle in his eye.
Billy thought for a moment, then smiled. “We’ll display them at school, a reminder of our adventure and the magic of believing in the impossible.”
The dog barked in agreement, and the children cheered. As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the scene, they all knew this was a story they would tell for years to come—a tale of a boy, a dog, and a treasure that brought a little bit of magic into their lives. then mr potter drove Billy back to the school of st bartys leaving the dog confused still on the beach alone like Robinson Crouse