The Wish

I went to the wishing well and tossed in all my money. The wishing well was extremely grateful and said I could have whatever I wanted. I said I wanted a watermelon popsicle.

Just then an ice cream truck came by. I waved the truck down. I asked the driver if he had a watermelon popsicle. He said yes and that it was eighty-five cents. I said I didn’t have any money and the driver drove off.

I asked the wishing well what that was about. The wishing well said it was sorry.

I was angry for a little bit. But then I realized I had to shake it off, get a job, and start over again.