The sandalwood girl looked at the Magician. He sounded very gruff but he looked very kind.
“Please help me,” she whispered. “Please help me. I’ve been sitting on a shelf for years and years. When the clock struck thirteen, I found that I could move. I can talk to you too. But I want to be really alive! I want to be free.”
The Magician looked at the sandalwood girl.
“You want to be free?” he said.
“Yes,” said the sandalwood girl. “I want to be free, and I want to be really alive.”
“Are you sure?” Asked the Magician. “The world is a dangerous place. You’re safe, here in this house. You can walk about, and talk to me. You won’t be lonely any more. Do you really want to be free?”
“I want to be free,” said the sandalwood girl. “I want to be free.”