The Well Wisher

I went to the wishing well. I tossed in a quarter. I heard the quarter land on hard ground. I was worried because for years the coin would always make a splashing sound on the water.

I called down into the well, “Is everything okay down there?”

The quarter said, “I’m okay. But the water’s gone.”

I said, “It looks like the wishing part of the well is defunct. You need the water as a conduit for conveying the wish into existence.”

The quarter said, “You’re probably right.”

I said, “That’s too bad. Oh, well. I’m gonna go.”

The quarter said, “Wait, what about me?”

I said, “What do you want me to do?”

The quarter said, “Never mind. Just go.”

I felt badly and tried to climb down into the well. I got most of the way, but fell a few feet from the bottom. I laid there, stunned.

The quarter said, “I’m sorry you fell. Are you okay?”

I said, “I think so.”

The quarter said, “Hey, even without the water, it’s still a wishing well. I wanted you to come and get me, and you did!!”