Joseph, moving his feet slightly, touched a bare foot against the rock. "You know, Jon," he said, "I wish that..." Then he realized something hard was tickling his foot. He picked it up and said "It's just a rock."
Jon said "That's my rock!" and quickly took it back. Jon searched for another pocket in his skirt and couldn't find one. "I wish," muttered Jon, "that this pocket's hole was fixed."
Nothing happened.
"I wish I knew why that wish didn't work," said Jon. Again, nothing.
"I wish that my skirt was red, just to test." Nothing.
Then he realized that Joseph had made an accidental wish. 'I wish that it's just a rock....'
Easy come, easy go. Jon would have to contact his grandfather somehow--he suspected the old guy couldn't really be dead. Maybe he'd know a way to fix the rock. At least nothing too bad had happened--the stone just gave him a girl's lower half and a nice boyfriend. But there were so many things he could have used it for. Jon had just lost a priceless item purely by chance and there was little he could do about it. He decided to wait until the next day--maybe Karyn would have some ideas.
And the next day....
