Jon walked down the busy road on his way home from school. After a few blocks, he ducked down an alley to take his usual shortcut. He was about halfway through the alley, when he felt something hard in his back.
"DON'T MOVE!" a gruff voice shouted. Jon put his hands in the air to show he was unarmed.
"GIVE ME YOUR WALLET!" he shouted. Jon reached for his pockets.
"I SAID DON'T MOVE! YOU WANNA GET SHOT?"
"I was just-"
"SHUT UP! DID I ASK A QUESTION?"
"Yeah, you said-"
"SHUT UP! WHERE'S YOUR WALLET!"
"It's in my pocket."
The man kept the barrel of his gun, or at least what Jon figured was a gun (he wasn't about to try and find out if it really was a gun), firmly against Jon's back while he reached in his back pocket and took the wallet. As he was pulling out Jon's wallet, the man noticed a lump in the pocket of Jon's hooded sweatshirt.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Oh, you don't want that, it's just..." The man reached into Jon's pocket before he could finish, and pulled out the ornate box. He opened the box.
"Please, give it back, you don't know what it can do!" The man pulled the note out of the box and read it. He then took the rock out of the box to look at it.
"What kind of fucking stunt are you trying to pull? A wishing rock? Yeah right. If this thing grants wishes, then I wish..."
