One Wish
Howard and I always enjoy walking to school on Thursday mornings.
Why Thursdays? Well, Thursday is garbage pickup day in our neighborhood. I guess that sounds kind of weird—to be excited about garbage pickup day—but just stay with me for one second!
The older gentleman at the end of our street always throws away the most interesting items and puts them at the end of his property for pickup on Thursdays. Once, there was a huge Pac‑Man arcade game. Last week, it was a pinball machine.
This Thursday morning, we looked ahead to see if there was anything at the end of his property.
“Oh. It’s just a lamp today,” Howard said.
“That’s a funny looking lamp,” I replied, as we approached and bent down to take a closer look. “Look at this weird pattern up here,” I said, touching the spiralled gold design on the lampshade.
“You have one wish left!”
“Uh,” Howard hesitated. “Did that just come from the lamp?” He laughed.
“I think it did,” I replied, shocked. “I think it said, you have one wish left.” I touched the lampshade again. Nothing.
“Well,” said Howard, “you might as well make a wish! Nothing to lose, right?”
“That’s true,” I replied, chuckling. “Ok. Uh. Hmm. I wish for…
Story Endings
“…uh… I can’t think of anything, Howard!” I exclaim. “What about a life time supply of Cheetos,” Howard says, licking his lips. Typical Howard.Oh! I figured it out! “I wish for you to be released, Genie! I don’t know you, but being trapped in there sounds rough!” I exclaimed, happy with my decision. “Your wish is my command”, said the Genie, and a young boy came out. “Hello! I am Randy!” he said. And from that day forward, Howard and I, would always check the mans garbage for things like trapped genies, so we could help them. The end!
“I wish for-“ Suddenly a big jeep came rolling down the street, and nearly hit me! I shouted in panic: “ I wish I was a mouse!” And then I was. The truck barely missed my tail Clearly Howard hadn’t heard me or seen me turn into a mouse because a moment later he called for me and then ran inside. My mind was racing when I heard something behind me. Howard’s cat Firestar leapt out of the bushes! I squeaked and ran as fast as my little paws could carry me. I had reached a big stone wall and thought I was done for an closed my eyes. But then suddenly I heard another squeak and sniffed a tangerine scent in the air. Firestar hissed and ran back to his cat flap. “You okay?” came a voice from a bush. “ Y-yeah. Thanks for scaring the cat off.” “It was nothing, really,” said a blonde mouse. “They hate the smell.” “Who are you?” “ Me? I’m Maple! And you are?” “ Jenny.” “ That’s a weird name. Well, you should come back to my village!” Part 2 coming soon!