I wish something would happen!' said Rachel. 'Something interesting!' Afterwards, she would remember what she'd said and how she'd felt, that rainy Saturday morning, and she would think, 'That was really the beginning,' and her stomach would give a little jolt, and the tips of her fingers would tingle. But at the time she didn't know what was in store. All she knew was that she was bored. Bored with having a cold and having to stay in bed. Bored with the rain drumming on the roof. If only something unlikely or unexpected would happen for a change. Something exciting—something wonderful. 'Maybe it will!' her father said, 'And pigs might fly!'