Jon's mother picked Jon up, and placed her foot into the end. Jon felt a very strange sensation as he was rolled up his mothers leg, watching her crotch getting nearer and nearer. Suddenly, he was taken off again.
"Damn, these pantyhose are too small."
His mother put Jon down on the table, next to the rock. Maybe if Jon could stretch out...yes! He was touching the rock. But how could he get out of this predicament..?
"I wish that the previous wish would only last for ninety seconds" he said, or rather thought, as he didn't have a mouth. And he waited. Suddenly, there was a bright flash and he was laid on top of the table, back to being Jon.
He'd have to take care next time!
Jon decided to go out and see what was happening. The wait for the bus was unusually long. "I wish the bus was coming" thought Jon and, sure enough, the bus was here. So the rock worked with thought wishes as well as ones said out loud. He'd have to do something about that.
"I wish that the rock would only take wishes that were said out loud" he thought. Just to try it, he looked at a car and thought "I wish that car were red". Nothing happened. Pleased with this, Jon sat back and smiled, and put the rock on the seat next to him.
The bus stopped and a large black lady got on the bus. She was dressed in her finest clothes, as if she were going to church. There were not many empty seats and, sure enough, she sat next to Jon. Jon reached for the stone, but he was too late - the lady had sat on it! She gave a strange scream and stood up again, picking up the rock.
"What do you think you're doing young man, putting rocks on seats for people to sit on? Someone's going to get hurt."
"Can I have it back please?" asked Jon, meekly.
"No! You are a trouble maker. Not like my little angel, Denise. I wish you were more like her!"
