You have to Be Careful with Magic

You have to be careful with magic her mother told Mixy Mix. How careful could she be? She was a child, two days past six. Mixy was enthusiastic about her fabulific magic spells for sure. They were notorious for doing something new, never completely pure. Yesterday she conjured a dragon, today it was a three-headed moose. When her wand comes out her mother shouts “Watch out Mixy is loose!” Tomorrow I shall bring forth a unicorn with pink and purple hair she said. Unicorn in her imagination realm snorted, and tossed his ribbon head. Where is Daddy? Mommy asked her, two seconds after supper was over. Mixy's little potion had transmogrified him. He now barks like Rover. Told you to be careful, her mother reminded her, staring at her guilty face. Mixy kept her thoughts to herself, praying she might have some grace. Mixy’s brother has been gone for a fortnight and a half at least. The great part about this is, he made a dandy terrifying beast. Turn me into a dragon, grandma dared Mixy, when she came to babysit. So Mixy did, but could not change her back, so her parents threw a fit.