Ponded

I went out to the wishing well in my backyard.

The wishing well said, “Yes, what is it?”

I said, “I’m okay. I’d like to see what it is you want.”

There was silence. Then the wishing well began to cry.

The wishing well said, “No one’s ever asked…I think I would like to be a duck pond.”

I got out a shovel from the garage. I dug a great perimeter around the wishing well. I got out a sledge hammer and knocked out the rock and cement that once defined the well’s shape. I got out the hose and filled the now larger hole with water. Then I went a few miles away to the lake and found two ducks that wanted to be part of the new pond. I gave them a ride back to the house and they waddled into the pond.

I asked the once wishing well-now pond, “Are you happy?”

The now pond said, “No, I still feel miserable.”

I said, “Yep.”