Claire goes back in the house and makes a beeline for the Frumpy Fairy Godmother who looks down at her.
"Howdy, Claire, get any of that cake? There wasn't any castor oil in it, you know."
Claire shakes her head and starts to tug at the Frumpy Fairy Godmother's sleeve.
"What is it, girl? Did Timmy or Trinity fall down a well?"
Claire just tugs harder, then tries to wedge her nose inside the sleeve.
"Claire, you cute pup, subtlety is not your long suit. You're trying to get to my wand, aren't you?"
Caught, Claire's eyes go very wide and her tail tucks. But the Frumpy Fairy Godmother grins.
"That's ok, we'll give you a wand to take to him." She moves to the cupboard, where she takes out some spaghetti. "That's about enough, I think," she says, showing the dog about a dime's diameter of the uncooked pasta. Then she gets out a roll of duct tape from a drawer and tapes up the noodles until they have a silvery, compact form.
"Voila! A wand! But..." and here her eyes get that mischievous sparkle to them, "a wand has to have magic, neh?" She draws her wand and waves it over the fake one. "Now, each time he waves this, or tries to make magic with it, a piece of purple elbow macaroni will fall out of his left ear!"
She snickers and gives the "wand" to Claire, who runs back out on the porch to deliver it to Trinity.