Ozzy's attention was stolen by a tiny classified ad on the bottom of the page. Wizard for hire Are you in a bind? Are your enemies at the gate? Is it time for some magic? Or perhaps you just need a good potion for sleeping. Call 555-spel Ozzy shivered. "Look at this!" He set the magazine down on the porch and Ozzy's mechanical raven hopped onto the page and read the small words. "'Babysitter needed. Must have strong nerves'? I don't know how good a babysitter you'd be." "No, not that one. The ad below it.

" Clark read the right one. "Wait, so wizards are real?" "I told you." Ozzy was excited. "And you can just call up a wizard and they do things for you?" "Well, we can't call because we don't have phone. But I could call from town." "Why do you want a wizard?" "To find my parents." Clark stared at Ozzy. "That is.

the best idea I've heard in a long time." "Right?" Ozzy said. "Definitely right. This magazine has everything. Look, here's an ad for carpet cleaning." "We don't have carpets." "Sure, but if we ever did." "Let's just focus on the wizard.

If anyone knows where my parents went, it's him." "Or her," Clark corrected. "Then it would be a witch." "Maybe he's married to one," Clark said. "Don't all wizards have to marry witches?" "I don't think so." "That's going to be my first question for him." "I don't know if you should come when I meet him." "Why, because a talking bird will confuse him? He's a wizard who may or may not have a witch wife.

" "Okay, how about I just call him first." "Good, but, it's getting dark and I haven't charged my batteries like I should. So, either light a candle or let me go settle into my nest." "Just rest, we can't do anything until tomorrow." "Goodnight, Oz." "Goodnight, C.".