When the children dug a hole in the gravel-pit, they were verysurprised at what they found. 'It' was a Psammead, a sand-fairy,thousands of years old. It was a strange little thing - fat and furry, and with eyes on long stalks. It was often very cross and unfriendly, but it could give wishes - one wish a day. 'How wonderful!' thechildren said. But wishes are difficult things. They can get you intotrouble . . .
