pstrongOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Ella who wanted nothing more than to have magic. Not the kind of magic to cast spells. No, she wanted a different kind. Especially the day that her puppy, Bear, tried to play with the cat.strongppbrppstrongElla Her mother laughed when she saw Ella in the animal yard, covered in mud. What are you doing strongppbrppstrongElla sighed and let the wriggling puppy go. He made the cat angry, and the cat scratched him all up, and now he won't let me help him. She frowned at the dog. I wish I had magic. Then I could fix his cuts up with just a few magic words.strongppbrppstrongMy Ella, her mother said, wiping the mud from Ella's face. The magic God gives us isn't like fairy magic. Rather, it's the ability to show love. Love is our magic. strongppbrppstrongElla began to rub healing medicine on the dog's cuts. That doesn't make it easy.strongppbrppstrongIt isn't easy, her mother said. But you have hands to heal with and a tongue with which to speak