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so that she could work a miracle.
    Maybelle shook her head. “I don’t know.” Then, to Susan’s alarm, she sighed heavily and lay down, resting her head in Susan’s lap.
    â€œYou know,” Maybelle said, settling in comfortably. “It’s almost as if someone was out to get me.”

    â€œOh, I see,” said Susan, remembering an old man who used to wander around their town saying the same thing.
    â€œFor heaven’s sake,” muttered Edna Prim. Making sure she was invisible, she stepped forward and poked Maybelle in the side.
    Maybelle jumped and looked around, but didn’t get the message. Edna poked Maybelle again, then knelt by her ear and whispered, “Put the apple in the basket!”
    Maybelle blinked. “I almost forgot!”
    â€œForgot what?” asked Susan.
    â€œUh… uh… I almost forgot that I’m not here to talk about my troubles. I’m here to talk about yours.”
    As she spoke, Maybelle jumped up and put her hand in her apron pocket, where the perfect apple was waiting.
    â€œHow can we talk about my troubles?” asked Susan primly. “I don’t have any.”
    â€œYou mean you’re completely happy?”
    â€œPerfectly!” said Susan, somewhat sharply.
    â€œAnd there’s nothing that bothers you?”
    â€œNot a thing!”
    â€œSo everything is just the way you like it?”
    â€œ Of course it is! ”
    â€œThat’s wonderful,” said Maybelle softly. “I’m glad things are going so well for you.”
    â€œIt’s not fair,” said Susan, her voice grumpy now. She crossed her arms and looked in the other direction.
    Maybelle took advantage of the moment to slip the magic apple into Susan’s basket. It sparkled enticingly. “What’s not fair?” she asked gently.
    â€œI work very hard at being good.”
    Maybelle smiled. “That’s nice, dear, but it’s not unfair.”
    â€œNOBODY LIKES ME!” shouted Susan.
    â€œAh. Now, that is not fair.”
    â€œI don’t get it,” Susan said bitterly. “I try to be nice. I try to be sweet. I try to be kind.”
    â€œWell, you certainly are trying,” agreed Maybelle.
    â€œBut it doesn’t do any good.” Susan’s shoulders slumped. “Maybe I’m no good.” No sooner had the words left her mouth then her eyes shot open and she sat straight up. “That’s ridiculous. I’m perfect!”
    â€œIs that important?”
    â€œCertainly. If I’m perfect, people will have to like me.”
    â€œWell, do people like you?”
    â€œNo!”
    Maybelle smiled. “Does that tell you anything?”
    â€œYeah. They don’t know a good thing when they see it!” said Susan, crossing her arms and scowling. “They’re all jealousy anyway. I’m too good for them. But they act is if they’re too good for me! They won’t even play with me!”
    â€œHow can anyone be too good for anyone else?” said Maybelle softly.
    Susan looked surprised. “What do you mean?”
    â€œOh, I’ve been studying you mortals for a long time, dear, and I have to tell you that you’re more complicated than you think. You always seem to put on masks, as if you’re afraid of what you are inside. My advice is to just be yourself and stop worrying about whether or not you’re perfect.”
    â€œBut I am perfect,” replied Susan, a little desperately.
    â€œYou’re a little young for it, aren’t you?”
    â€œI started early.”
    Maybelle sighed. “You’ve got more inside you than you’re showing, Susan. Why don’t you start to share it?”
    Susan looked offended. “I always share.”
    â€œYou don’t share your laughter,” said Maybelle, grinning slyly. “In fact, I don’t think you can laugh.”
    â€œOf course I can.
    â€œProve