The drink

I went to the wishing well. I tossed in my quarter.

The wishing well said, “Yeah, what do you want?”

I said I wanted a drink of water.

The wishing well got angry and said, “Are you kidding me? I don’t do that anymore! I grant wishes!”

I said that wanting a drink of water was a wish.

The wishing well was silent. Suddenly the bucket rose up from inside the well, filled to the brim with water. I took a drink.

The person in line behind me said to the others behind him, “Hey, it’s just a well.” They all left.

The wishing well said, “You idiot, now look what you’ve done!”

I said that it was only a matter of time.