If anyone deserved three wishes, it was Gladys Brewer.
But Jon didn't know where she was. He'd have to find her and give her the ring. Of course, with the help of the wishing stone, that wouldn't be a problem.
"I wish I knew where Gladys Brewer was," Jon said. The stone glowed and suddenly he knew that she was at home. "I wish I was standing just outside Gladys' house." The stone glowed and in a flash, he was standing on someone's front lawn (presumably Gladys'). He walked up to the front door and knocked. And a moment later, the door opened.
"May I help you?" an overweight woman (probably Gladys' mother) asked.
"Uh ... hi. I came here to see Gladys."
"Oh? What for?"
"I wanted to give her this," he said, holding up the wishing ring.
"Well, she's studying right now. Perhaps I could just give it to her myself," she said, grabbing the ring away from Jon.
"Wait, I really need to do it myself," Jon said, maybe a little forcefully.
"Why?" When Jon didn't give an answer, she said "I promise she'll get it." Then she closed the door on him.
"No matter," Jon muttered to himself. "I can just wish to have the ring back. All I need to do is ..." Jon's eyes went wide. Where was the stone? Did he drop it? He looked around and saw a small hole in the porch floor. It looked large enough for the stone to fall through. He must have dropped it when Gladys' mother snatched the ring from him. He had to find it!
