She walked home to her house, sat down at her desk, and using her black pencil and watercolor she drew the dog she'd always wanted. It was chocolate brown, about a foot and a half long, with brown intelligent eyes. It had curly fur, and little paws. It was a picture she had loved drawing since she was a little girl. It always calmed her.
"There," she said, setting down her brush, "perfect!"
She set the picture, in the sun to dry, and there was a brilliant flash, and suddenly there was a little chocolate brown dog lying right where her picture had been! It jumped off the window sill, and climbed into her lap, leaving the paper she'd set to dry, blank.
"You're real!" she whispered, "how?"
She looked down at the black pencil and remembered the what the old man in the store had said. He had said that the pencil was more powerful than she knew...
She drew a flower with the pencil, there was another flash, and there was a flower sitting on top of a blank sheet of paper.
"Wow!" Ilana said.
She absent-mindedly stroked the dog in her lap.
"You need a name... How about, hmm, Charlie?" Ilana said.
Charlie wagged his tail. "That's a yes, then," smiled Ilana.