Magus (wonder-worker)

Mary, his mother, saved figs over the winter in a jar to hand out in springtime at Passover. The village children loved her for it, but one year when Mary open the jar, green mold had gotten inside. The figs were ruined, except for two on the top.
"They say you found your mother crying, and you told her to invite the village children anyway," said Judas. He eyed Jesus sharply. "Is any of this true?" he asked.
Jesus smiled faintly. "So far."
"When the children came you were seated by the door. In your lap was a basket covered with a napkin. You reached under the napkin and pulled out a fig for each child. They were delighted, and you never ran out of fruit. But anyone allowed to peek under the napkin would have always seen only two figs, no matter how many had already been taken."
"That's true." Jesus admitted.
"So the tale of a miracle began to spread," Judas said. He narrowed his eyes. "You've never heard this?"
"I was twelve," Jesus said mildly. "Twelve-year-olds have imaginations."
"What does that mean?"
Jesus hesitated. He knew he was about to fuel a streak of deception in Judas. Then he explained. "At that age I sat and dreamed all the time, and one thing I dreamed about was the wonders performed in the time of Moses. I asked myself why I, and everyone else I knew, had never seen any miracles. My mother had pulled out her jar of figs for Passover week, as usual."
"And they weren't rotten," said Judas, knowing full well where the story was going.
"I spread the rumor that they were," Jesus said. "When my mother invited everyone, people were confused, but they came anyway. It's not hard to fit a basket with a false bottom. I kept two figs on top and reached under for the rest."
Judas burst out laughing. "You cheated! I knew you were a magus. I just didn't know that you discoved it so young."