Jamie didn’t really blame Dylan for thinking he was mad. Perhaps he shouldn’t have told him about making food out of clouds, or about the flying paintbrushes, and playing basketball ten metres off the ground riding on a genie’s back.And he definitely shouldn’t have mentioned the magic carpet racing. He unzipped his pencil case, which was covered in racing cars, and took out his favourite pencil. Jamie smiled as he remembered how Balthazar had granted his wish to become a racing car driver. He’d whizzed and zoomed around a racetrack, and even won the race – it had been brilliant!