Nancy is worried. She's said she has a Venus Flytrap, but she hasn't really got one, and now the teacher wants her to bring it in to show the class. It wasn't really a lie, it was more like...a wish. At home Nancy is grabbing stories out of the air. Maybe the flytrap ate so many blowflies it got sick? She pesters Mum and one-two-three Gee, and their stories help her find something special of her own. What will Nancy tell her class in the morning?