The Spiral Shell Secret

I slipped through the screen door into the fresh air, eager to see what new curiosities were waiting beyond the threshold! Near the brick walkway, half-buried under damp soil, sat a tiny, empty snail shell. I picked it up with both hands, wondering if I could coax a magical breeze out of its miniature spiral like the big shell inside. I gave it a sharp, wizardly puff of air—fwoosh! A puff of dry garden silt flew straight out of the spiral opening, dusting the tip of my scarf! But peering into the sun, the tiny shell glowed like polished amber.