Sequels To The Book

      “Picture in your mind the outlet to a stream connecting to an infinite Wellspring of Abundance, Pumpkin.  The Wellspring is the Formless Stuff, the Source of Supply that permeates and penetrates all of the spaces that exist between the forms everywhere in the Universe.  And you, Pumpkin… you are its outlet.”

          “I am?” Pumpkin asked her father, bewildered.

          “You are,” Tobias replied. 

          How could this be?  Pumpkin wondered. 

          The look in her eyes told Tobias that he needed to explain.

          “You, and Piper, and your mother Samara, and your brother Alvin, and all of the people of Gildaville, you are all outlets from the Spring.  And when you open your connection to it, you allow a world of wealth to flow to you.  But most of you are closed off in fear.  You have the tap to the Source tightly shut, and you won’t let its Flow even trickle into your lives.  Just ask Gooslehuckle.  He knows.”

          Gooslehuckle, Pumpkin thought. 

          She had a bit of a crush on the boy.  She and Piper had been spending their summers up at Twin Lakes for as long as Pumpkin could remember.   And Gooslehuckle Winn had been the reason why, each year, she had begged her mother to keep coming up to the cabin.

          That… and the Magic Coach.