The Big Rock

I went to the Big Rock with my list of wishes for 2017. The Big Rock said, “What do you want me to do with these?”

I said that I wanted the B.R. to grant me everything on the list. The Big Rock read over the list.

The Big Rock said, “Out of the 230 wishes, I can grant you only one.” I whined, “Really?” The Big Rock said, “Don’t you want to know which one?” I said, “I guess.” The Big Rock said, “You’ll get the parade down Main Street in your honor.”

I said thanks and walked away. I happened upon a cow heading towards the Big Rock with a piece of paper. I said, “Good luck, the Big Rock is in stingy mood.” The cow said, “I don’t care. I’m delivering a summons.”