‘œLet go ‘“ it hurts!!’, I shouted with Giorah’™s fist in my hair.
Of course it hurts. But maybe I’™ll pull some out and it will grow back black, that way I’™ll be doing you a favour, wont I.’  Ha! Ha!’
‘œLet Go!’¦’ and as I said it I pulled away from his grip.. My head hurt badly but his ‘œYoram, Yoram, gingey, gingey,’ stung even more. He’™s big and fat and two years older than me. Then I thought that maybe with my friend Shimi, together we could teach him a lesson he would remember. It was time to get even with Goliath.
‘œCome on, Shimmi, the two of us can beat him easy ‘“ teach him not to bully.’
‘œLook, Yory, Giorah is stronger even than the two of us. Everybody knows he’™s a bully but he’™s too strong for us. I think you should cool off, that’™s what I think.
But then I suddenly had an idea, I’™d go and see Kossy again, maybe he would think up something. Although I vowed I’™d never let Kossy do a magic on me again but something on Giorah might go wonderfully wrong. A mistake on him would be just great!. The idea made me go all happy inside.
‘œHello, Yory’, said Kossy giving me a big smile, it’™s so long since I saw you. Feel alright about your hair now?’
Yes, Kossy fine. But Giorah still bullies me. Can you think of something to make him stop?’
‘œSit Yory, give me a little time. Like something to drink ‘“ something cool?’
That reminded me how thirsty I was. ‘œYes, please, Kossy.’
I looked about the small wooden room I knew well. There was no cooler and I wondered where a cool drink might come from. Kossy went out but was back in a moment holding an ice-cold can ‘“ my favourite.’  How did he know?, Seems he’™s a mind-reader as well as a magician. I suppose he can get anything he needs with just a magic word. I wished I could do magics. I opened the can and began to sip happily.
Kossy suddenly looked up, his eyes bright. ‘œI know what we’™ll do,’ he said with a mischievous laugh. The giggleweed’¦ yes, of course! The giggleweed’ and his smile deepened.
‘œGiggleweed? What’™s that?’ But instead of answering he simply said, ‘œBut without you I can’™t do it, Yory.’
‘œI’™ll do anything to help as long as I can get back at Giorah ‘“ that bully.’
‘œWhat time must you be home?’
‘œHalf past six.’
I didn’™t have a watch nor did I see one anywhere in the room but Kossy, staring for a moment said:: ‘œIt’™s now half past four. That gives us two hours – I think we can manage it, Yory!’
‘œDo you know where the Hulle is, Yori?’
‘œYou mean the big swamp in the north, near Kiryat Shmonah?’
The giggleweed grows only in muddy places and that’™s the muddiest place I know. The Hulle swamp.
‘œYes, that’™s the one. Have you been there?’
‘œYes, many times with Dad. He loves watching the birds there and goes often.’
Good, Yori. Can you remember it just as you saw the last time you were there? Close your eyes and picture it in your mind just the way you remember it. Okay?’
‘œThis can’™t be true,’ I thought. ‘œDoes Kossy really think we can go and come back by half past six? And I swore never again to get mixed up with Kossy’™s magics. What have I started? How will this end?’
But Kossy simply said: ‘œDo you picture the Hulle in your mind, Yori? He held my hand tightly. ‘œWe have no time to loose.’
‘œI don’™t believe you, Kossy. How can we get there and be back in two hours! Mum will be mad at me if I’™m late ‘“ especially if she knew that you’™re to blame.’  It’™s impossible!’

When I decided to let Kossy fix Giorah, I never thought I would find myself as part of the act. I remembered just too well the trouble I got myself into with my hair. Now here I was again ‘“ this time maybe even in much bigger trouble than then!
But I felt trapped. I hated Giorah enough to take a risk. I closed my eyes and in my mind imagined the Hulla as I remembered it; the water, the birds, the tall reeds in pools of water and even a frog on a bank near my feet.
‘œAlright, Yory, you can open now.’
And I did – and there, at my feet was the very same frog I remembered! I pinched my arm to see if I was dreaming. It hurt – it was no dream. I looked up.’  There was the water, the reeds and even a duck shaking his tail. Kossy let go my hand.

There was the water, the reeds and even a duck shaking his tail.

‘œYou did well, Yori. Now you must promise not to tell of this to anyone. If you do the magic won’™t work. Promise?’
I was dumb for words so all I could do was nod my head. ‘œWe are looking for a leaf like this and Kossy bent a drew the shape in the soft mud with a thin stick.
It was the strangest leaf I had ever seen. I was sure there wasn’™t a leaf like it anywhere and that it was all part of a weird trick I was part of.
‘œYou go that way and I’™ll go this way we meet back here in about ten minutes. You must also think of Giora as you look. Look hard between the reeds for a little bush. The leaves are small – about the size of a shekel. Okay. Go now and good luck.’
Still thinking that this was the strangest dream ever, I walked through the grey, muddy bank wishing with all my might to find the small bush quickly. Once I was sure I
found it until, bending closer I saw that the stem didn’™t wiggle in loops.
I didn’™t want to think of Giorah. I hated that face. I wasn’™t sure whether five minutes had past or fifteen so I began to go back feeling that this whole thing was just mad. But mad or not, I searched even more carefully. ‘œI’™m right,’ I thought. ‘œThere is no such leaf. This is just a trick to make me feel that Kossy wants to help.
‘œBut I really would like to fix that bully, Giorah. I really would.’ I imagined Giorah’™s face jeering and leering. I felt angry really angry. I saw clearly his face ‘“ even heard his leering laugh. It made me see red. Just as this image came strongly to me, I thought I saw a giggleweed. I stepped closer. It was! I moved closer feeling that this was some trick of the eye. But It was not! It was just like the sketch Kossy had made in the mud!
I plucked a handful and ran. The dark grey mud covered my shoes and reached almost to my knees but I didn’™t care. The weed, the wet, the mud made me realise for the first time that this was no dream. I saw Kossy waiting for me and reached panting and excited.
‘ ‘œKossy, I got some! Look! I got some!’ I shouted and held out my hand for him to see.