"Timothy, get your teenage wings over here. Come sit on the fence next to me." Donna said.
Caught in the act, Timothy knew he was in trouble. He saw her wand, cringed and flew to her side.
"Grandma, I need one."
"No you don't. You need to work harder and buckle down."
"Don't wave the wand, please."
Donna waved her wand.
To this day, no one can find a four leaf clover in the fields near Timothy's home.