Mikey was astonished at the amount of power he held in his hand. He could mess with his classmates all day, and nobody would notice! Or, he thought, maybe he should wait until he got home. For once he'd have an upper hand over his big brother Jon.
Mikey made it home. Jon had beat him home.
Jon was in the kitchen doing his homework as Mikey came into the apartment. "Hi shrimp." Jon said. Mikey didn't like the fact that Jon was more than six inches and sixty pounds (of muscle) heavier than he was.
Before Mikey could think of a truly good wish to wish upon Jon the phone rang.
Mikey answered the phone, since he was standing right next to it.
"Hi Hon." Jon and Mikey's mother said. "I am going to be a bit late tonight. I wanted to call to make sure that you and Jon finished your chores before playing on the computer or watching TV."
Mikey hated having to do chores around the apartment. While a small part of his hate was because he saw them as too girlie, he was basically lazy and preferred to play games to doing chores. "Mom. Do we have to?" Mikey asked, yet again.
"Yes Mikey you have to. We have talked about this before. You do chores and get paid an allowance. Besides with the long hours I am working, I really don't have time to do chores. You know that."
"Yes Mom." Mikey said, knowing that he would once again lose the argument if he pushed his mother too hard.
After Mikey hung up the phone Jon looked up. "Lost the battle again shrimp?"
That comment, with having lost the battle about chores (again) and having to do girlie chores, really made Mikey mad.
Mikey held the wishing rock and said, "I wish
